Chapter 91: The Violent Theory of the Holy Word

Chapter 91: The Violent Theory of the Holy Word

The green-gold metal cover and spine are made of fine gold. The one-centimetre-thick and edged metal corners and the carvings on the spine prove that this book is packaged regardless of cost.

The warm, light yellow inner pages made of the leather of an unknown beast and the black crystal-like, shiny writing that was obviously polished into powder from obsidian illustrate the luxury inside this book.

Calvin sat quietly at the desk in the outer room of his apartment, looking at the oversized book on the table in front of him. The metal part of the cover had been polished until it was shiny due to long-term reading.

From a common sense of reason, Calvin did not believe in the authenticity of the signature on this book.

If this thing was really true, he, Calvin, would first have to wonder if all the civil servants of the Tribunal who managed the books had their brains stolen by Tzeentch.

After all, this person is a traitor and heretic who can be ranked in the history of the empire. He just put the other party's works here openly without any notes or control.

This is really not in line with the strength that the Tribunal has shown in the past.

But regardless of whether the signature was authentic or not, Calvin was very curious about this special item that could represent an era in a certain sense.

After all, from his point of view, being able to read this book from the Great Expedition era in the 39K era itself has a wonderful sense of participation in witnessing certain historical events.

If I had to describe this feeling, it was surprisingly similar to the feeling of a boy digging out his father's uniform and law enforcement records when he was home alone.

But Calvin still had basic caution. You can't be too careful when books about a Primarch, especially a fallen Primarch, are placed in front of you from unknown sources.

After all, if the signature on this book really belongs to the founder of the state religion, then the book itself should be a sacred object or an evil object.

So after borrowing this book from the library one day, Calvin did not take it back to his residence.

He took the book all the way to the chapel next to the training hall of the Paladins, placed it on the altar directly under the relic shelf, and then looked at it carefully several times with his spiritual power.

Fortunately, under such careful observation, this ancient object did not show any strange characteristics.

Calvin breathed a sigh of relief. This seemed to be a fake.

It is likely that it came from the hands of an admirer of the Word Bearers' genetic father during his time in the Legion, or it may be the work of a Legionnaire who fought alongside the 17th Legion and came into contact with the Primarch.

In short, the owner of this book has no ability to resist the inherent personal charm of the Primarchs.

He seemed to fully accept the other's charisma and the ideas about the Emperor that came with it.

This can be seen from the frequent reading of this book.

But Calvin did not agree with Lorgar's self-summary views in this book except for the emperor's own quotations.

He even thought it was ridiculous.

In his opinion, there was nothing worthy of sympathy about Lorgar's tragic life and fate.

Poor people must have their hateful qualities. This is what Calvin said about Lorgar.

Some might say that he ultimately laid the foundation of the original faith for the state religion.

Or, will anyone use the results to deduce the causes, and use a logic similar to the success theory in street stall literature to evaluate the relationship between the state religion and him: For example, the empire’s state religion eventually became the ideal of the Primarch of the Seventeenth Legion. Such nonsense as the appearance in the movie.

Calvin scoffed.

In his eyes, the so-called founder of the state religion and the emperor's first devout believer was nothing more than a stickman covered in faith, a sophisticated egoist in the face of strength, and a deceitful person among the beings of the empire.

Otherwise, how can we explain why the faith he betrayed was as cheap and casual as when he was born.

There really is a person who believes in the Emperor and regards him as a god. And then turned a blind eye to the gods’ edicts repeatedly ordering them to march?

What about your promised faith in God? What about the promised loyalty to God?

There really is a person who regards the Emperor as a god, and this god indeed created him. When this god punishes him, his first time is not to reflect on his mistakes but to complain and hate. ?

Don't say that he regards him as the only god in his faith. Even if the father in the mortal world teaches his children, the first thing the children will think of is patricide, right?

When the god he claimed to believe in wholeheartedly asked him to admit his mistake, not only did he not obey the oracle to reflect on himself, but he actually felt that it was a shame to kneel down because of his identity as the envoy who accepted the review on behalf of the god?

Does the identity of the envoy matter? Could it be that at that time, he did not represent the god himself that he claimed to believe in?

So what about his faith? What about his loyalty?

Why is he so fragile, not even as good as the relationship between father and son in the mortal world?

So does his faith have preconditions?

His beliefs must be in his interest for you to exist?

On the contrary, if it is not in his interest, he will betray without hesitation?

Even if the target of betrayal is the creator of your life and existence, the giver of honor and status?

So when your God, the Father who created you does not conform to your ideals or interests.

You don't want to reflect, don't want to review, what you think about is conspiracy and chaos?

It turns out that the faith of this gene primarch is actually a transaction in his eyes.

When the interests cannot satisfy him, faith can be turned into hatred so smoothly, right?

Really, a fragile and hypocritical faith...

Really, a sophisticated egoist...

This is Calvin's final view of this so-called state religion's founder of a different generation, just as Lorgar himself said in the Book of Words.

"The distinction between gods and demons depends on the position of the person at the time."

Explaining faith and loyalty so cheaply and utilitarian is the embodiment of the essence of this primarch.

Calvin has no intention of refutation of the rest of the views below.

Even saw the sentence that was said to prove "Horus's legality and sanctity":

"If a person can call on 10,000 Astartes with a wave of his hand;

If a person can lead these Astartes to take 10,000 worlds and give them the right to rule;

If a person can command millions of ships to sail to the sea of ​​stars with only a trace of will;

How can this person not be a god?"

Calvin can clearly see Lorgar's so-called "theory of gods of power only".

Isn't this the Warhammer version of the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China?

Isn't this the space version of "The emperor is the one with the strongest soldiers and horses?"

This strong sense of déjà vu gave Calvin an extremely absurd idea in his heart:

"Is there really nothing new under the sun?"

The clock of the Supreme Decree began to buzz in the public area, and the sound of the special frequency let Calvin know that the third eighth hour had arrived. Midnight has passed, and a new day has begun.

"Even dogs don't despise poor families..."

Calvin summed up his views on this "brother" in his mouth while putting the book on the desk.

He turned off the lamp on the table, and then turned and walked towards his bedroom.

He had at most 4 hours of rest time.

In four hours, the next round of staff work on the bridge would begin again.

And this was also the last day of his one-month duty plan in the staff sequence.

With the guarantee of participating in the basic work process of the warship throughout this round, Calvin had a very deep understanding of the operation of the warship.

Perhaps he was still far from those professionals who had undergone professional training.

But in terms of minimum ability, he could already be included in the commander's replacement option in times of crisis.

Calvin slowly closed his eyes on the steel bed, and his muscles and breathing slowly became relaxed and long as he meditated...

Just as he was about to fall into that black sleep, the direct broadcast of the bridge sounded in his room:

"Arbitrator Calvin, please rush to the bridge in standard combat status immediately after receiving the notice."

"Arbitrator Calvin, please rush to the bridge in standard combat status immediately after receiving the notice."...

Bronchitis, dilated. So I took a day off. Don't worry about me failing. My book's performance is really good with the support of my brothers. I have no reason to fail for any reason. But my cough is really serious. I had difficulty breathing in the second half of the night before yesterday, so I really can't stay up late. I rested for two days.