n people's impression, the silver-haired angel Saint Celestine is a pure saint.
She has almost no worldly desires, only a firm will to fight.
That being is an immortal living saint, able to rise again and again from death, in dazzling light and with the Emperor's will, to continue the battle against the enemies of humanity.
However, what people don't know is that every time the silver-haired angel is reborn, he has to go through painful torture.
She must traverse the nightmarish warp, face her doubts and fears, and piece together the scattered pieces of armor piled upon her own corpse.
Heal the fragments of your personality.
Finally, he will return to the world amidst the grand psychic fireworks and become the holy silver-haired angel with an indomitable will.
In fact, Saint Celestine's soul had long been overwhelmed and scarred, and was on the verge of collapse.
In the deep space of the soul.
The little girl her soul manifested in was trapped in a cold nightmare cage, unable to escape.
It wasn't until the Battle of Macragge more than half a century ago that the savior came to the silver-haired angel and saved her.
A gentle and warm power entered the depths of the silver-haired angel's heart, transformed into a big white bear, and healed her soul.
It was a feeling she had never experienced before.
From then on, Saint Celestine dreamed of the Savior again and again, and her soul gradually regained its sunshine, but also gradually sank into depravity.
Engraving that figure firmly in the depths of my heart.
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In the private bedroom.
The decoration of this residence of the living saint Saint Celestine is still simple, but it has changed a lot from its previous cold appearance.
You can see delicate and soft white bears everywhere.
It is hard to imagine that the silver-haired angel who often fights in seas of blood and corpses would like these puppets that only little girls like.
But to her, it represented a savior.
The silver-haired angel would always fall into a sweet dream surrounded by these big white bears, hugging the biggest one.
It was like embracing warm light and being surrounded by the aura of the savior.
Now, Saint Celestine sat down on the bed again, hugging the largest white bear.
Her expression was as noble and cold as ever, like a pure, flawless, and insurmountable holy angel.
But there is some joy and anticipation in my heart.
Because I am about to meet the savior.
"Mr. Savior, you don't hate me, do you?"
The silver-haired angel subconsciously pinched the big white bear's fat face and talked to himself.
Her white wings trembled slightly, and a faint blush suddenly flashed across her fair face.
I have to admit that I like the savior very much and hope to get in touch with him. Sometimes I even have some taboo thoughts.
Saint Celestine was ashamed of this.
She felt like a bad person, someone who had desecrated the just, pure, and upright Primarch of Hope.
That existence is like a light, illuminating the hearts of many people.
The blasphemous behavior in one's own thoughts is simply unforgivable.
But she couldn't help but think that.
In fact, Saint Celestine occasionally heard some secret rumors about the Savior.
For example, he established a huge harem for his own amusement; every time he conquered a new galaxy, he would select the most beautiful being there to sleep with; he even did something unorthodox, sleeping with eighteen female demons at night.
But she knew that it was all slander against the Savior by the evil sect.
They hope to destroy the image of the savior and the symbol of justice in the hearts of the people of the empire.
Those are complete slanders.
Saint Celestine never doubted a thing.
Because she truly touched and felt the pure and spotless soul of the Savior, even she, a holy angel, looked up to him.
Can't bear to blaspheme.
Not to mention that not long ago, that being suffered torture from the Pleasure God for the sake of mankind, but never surrendered.
He is another sun besides the Emperor.
Saint Celestine thought so, with a hint of admiration in her light blue eyes.
The blasphemous thoughts that she had been harboring in her heart came flooding back to her.
"How could I have such blasphemous thoughts about that being!"
The silver-haired angel blamed himself in shame, and his white wings folded to cover his holy and delicate body.
The next moment.
She heard footsteps outside and became even more nervous.
The savior has arrived.
The silver-haired angel warned himself in his heart that he must restrain himself and not do anything blasphemous.
So as to avoid making that pure being hate me.
"The holy angel's residence is quite simple..."
Ron looked at the decoration of the residence and felt a little emotional.
He was in sage form, his handsome face full of righteousness and determination, like the embodiment of justice.
There was nothing like the attitude of the Chosen One of Slaanesh who bombarded Holy Terra continuously and multiple times last night.
But when he saw those big white bear dolls, he almost couldn't hold it back.
Why does that holy angel like this thing? He's playing on the contrast, right?
Ron looked at the puppets and felt vaguely familiar with them. They looked a bit like Baymax from an animated movie in his previous life.
Click.
Before he could react.
The Twin Holy Attendants closed the door of the residence and stood guard at the porch.
???
At this moment, Ron had a sense that he was about to enter a tiger's den.
If you don't know, you might think you are going to do something shameful next.
"Mr. Savior?"
Saint Celestine quietly emerged from her bedroom barefoot, still feeling a bit nervous and ashamed.
"Hiss~"
When Ron saw Saint Celestine, his nature as the Chosen One of Slaanesh was almost exposed.
The holy angel was not wearing armor, but a silk silver nightgown robe, revealing his proud figure.
Her wings were folded behind her, and she was walking towards me with her bare white feet.
This holy angel had no idea how attractive her pure, flawless, and elusive appearance was.
Perhaps she was used to being alone, and usually appeared in armor.
Didn't realize it at all.
But for a chosen one of Slaanesh like the Savior, it was a critical blow. After all, the existence of joy loved to desecrate such purity the most.
Fortunately, he was not a believer in chaos, so he was able to control himself.
What's more, Saint Celestine is the living saint of the empire and a sacred angel in the hearts of countless people of the empire.
If I reveal any obscene gaze or gesture during the meeting with her, I will be disgusted by her.
That would be troublesome.
I am afraid it will damage the majestic image of the savior.
Restraint, must restrain!
Ron decided to handle things in a businesslike manner, adopting a dignified yet aloof demeanor. "Your Excellency Saint Celestine, it is an honor to meet you. Do you have anything to discuss with me?"
The holy angel was a little dazed.
She noticed the change in the savior's expression and thought that the being didn't like her very much.
I was almost stumped by the question.
"Why is that guy a little dull?"
Ron stood there, waiting for the Holy Angel's reply.
Facing the Savior's questioning look, Saint Celestine finally reacted.
She was looking for a savior because she subconsciously or couldn't help but want to get closer to that existence. It was an influence from the depths of her soul.
Fortunately, she had a reason ready.
"Save…Mr. Savior.
From what I've learned, some in Holy Terra are dissatisfied with your actions, saying you've come here to seize power and establish a dictatorship."
Saint Celestine became a little more serious when she said this:
"They even compared you to the bloody ruler of the Age of Apostasy, the Supreme Lord Vandir, and said that you were too closely connected with heretics and aliens..."
"They say I'm the new Vandir?"
Ron frowned slightly.
He ignored the latter sentence and focused on the real troublesome issue.
I have learned about the hidden history of the Age of Apostasy.
In the 36th millennium of the Empire, the then Supreme Lord Vandir took control of both the State Religion and the Ministry of the Interior through coups and assassinations.
He held the supreme power of Holy Terra and did whatever he wanted, even replacing the Emperor's will with his own ideas.
He also used the Sisters as his own personal bodyguard organization, named the Emperor's Bride.
During Vandire's reign, numerous large-scale purges were launched in the Emperor's name, destroying numerous Imperial departments, factions, and even Space Marine Chapters.
Some civilized worlds and chapter home planets were subjected to orbital bombardment.
Everyone is in danger.
This marked the beginning of his bloody reign that lasted nearly a century.
Under the dark and oppressive rule, some loyal and unyielding people in the empire secretly organized the Union of Light to resist.
Planet after planet joined the Confederation of Light and began to march towards Holy Terra.
These include the many Forge Worlds of the Mechanicum, the opposition to the Ecclesiarchy, and Space Marine Chapters such as the Black Templars, Imperial Fists, and Soul Drinkers.
They laid siege to Holy Terra and attacked Vandire's Ecclesiarchy.
But Holy Terra's defenses were so strong that the rebels could not take it down for long.
Faced with internal and external pressure, Vandir did not give in. Instead, he dissolved the Council of the Supreme Lords and announced that he would continue to eliminate all heretics and rebels.
The two sides engaged in a deadly battle on Holy Terra, which was arguably the bloodiest catastrophe in the Imperium since the Horus Heresy.
Eventually, with the help of the Imperial Guards, the Sisters, who had turned from evil to good, were able to enter Vandir's chambers, kill him, and confirm his heresy.
This shows.
Holy Terra, the throne world that humans have managed for countless centuries, is not so easy to attack.
In fact, Vandir worked very hard during his reign, because dictatorship means an unimaginable amount of affairs to deal with, enough to exhaust any human being.
The famous words "I'm too busy to die..." are his only last words.
But that guy is on the wrong path, and the harder he tries, the more damage he does to the empire.
Vandir's destruction of the empire did not end with his death, but instead triggered many subsequent unrests, such as the subsequent Atonement Crusade.
Rising from the ranks of the Confederacy of Light, Saint Barius seized the power of the Faith, condemning over thirty Space Marine Chapters to the Eye of Terror.
There is no return.
Today, the empire's elites do not want to experience such a dark and bloody era again, and are even more opposed to dictatorship.
They believe that the current situation where each department acts independently is the basis for maintaining the stability of the empire.
It is also more in line with everyone's interests.
Ambitious people don't want to be commanded by others, and no one wants to have a big boss above them.
Ron himself was the same.
If the Emperor were to come back to life and come down from the Golden Throne one day.
I guess those ambitious people will shout their loyal welcome while crying secretly. They will be the ones who suffer the most.
The purpose of those high-ranking nobles and bureaucrats comparing the Savior to Vandir was very clear, which was to discredit the Savior and deny his political ideas and line.
At the same time, it spreads the horror of dictatorship and awakens people's memories of fear.
Ron knew this very well, and it was quite tricky.
If he loses the support of the people, no matter how good the reforms are, they will not be implemented. He can't really bombard Holy Terra, right?
At that time, it will inevitably cause more turmoil and give ambitious people the opportunity to stir up trouble.
Fortunately, these opponents are only whispering in secret and have not had time to spread this idea.
Not everyone has the mindset to oppose oneself.
Ron thought about it and felt a little guilty.
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After all, he really wanted to rule as a dictator, even more dictatorial than Vandir, and be the only sun of the empire.
In this case, we must cut the Gordian knot and curb this trend.
Otherwise, if his image as Vandir is confirmed, it will be troublesome to do anything in the future.
When everyone is against him, the savior's territory alone may not be able to hold on, and some less steadfast allies will also leave him.
He also didn't want to fight a civil war in the empire.
As for the emperor's thoughts, he has not yet asked.
What if we get an opposing answer? Wouldn't that be a dead end?
What's more, the emperor's political ideas and ruling methods are not very good, so there is not much possibility of reference.
Otherwise, he would not have decentralized political and military power in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China and hidden himself in a small dark room to conduct scientific research.
By the time he realized something was wrong, the situation in the empire was about to explode and was beyond redemption.
Of course, it may also be that time is tight and the emperor has no time to make adjustments.
In short, Ron's idea is to make a fait accompli and achieve some results.
Anyway, the Emperor is about to become the fifth evil god, and the possibility of him escaping from the warp is very small.
When he sees the empire he created and the prosperity of mankind, what else can he do except acquiesce?
I guess I'm too happy to express it in words.
"Then, Your Excellency Saint Celes, what do you think about this..."
Ron looked up and met the Holy Angel's gaze, and asked sincerely, "What kind of person do you think I am?"
The silver-haired angel's heart beat faster when he suddenly met the savior's eager gaze.
She took a deep breath and said, "I... I think Mr. Savior is different from those ambitious people, and he has nothing to do with heretics and evil people like Vandir.
You are a benevolent administrator and a pure and noble warrior.
It's not just me who thinks so; most people in the empire feel the same way. Those who oppose you are just ambitious people."
"I'm glad you approve of me so much."
Ron nodded in satisfaction.
It seems that his image in the empire is quite good, which is the foundation of his future rule.
He looked at the holy angel even more eagerly and began to praise him: "Perhaps we are of the same kind. You may not know that I have always admired your holiness and courage, especially after meeting you..."
Now it seems that this holy angel is his perfect helper, and he must bring her to his side.
Those ambitious people want to smear their own image and claim that they are Vandir. There will probably be more smearing activities in the future.
He might even make up a legend about himself selling ditch.
Public opinion is very destructive; three people can make a tiger.
Once more people start discussing it, his image might not hold up, after all, there are many things he does that cannot be shown to others.
But Saint Celestine is the empire's living saint and holy angel, and her reputation has been deeply rooted in people's hearts after many centuries of propaganda.
He is truly an idol of the entire nation, an immaculate being that cannot be desecrated in the eyes of the people of the empire.
As long as the holy angels are by your side, supporting you.
All those slanderous rumors would be self-defeating. It's impossible to say that the embodiment of the Emperor's will, the pure and flawless being, was in cahoots with the savior, right?
Birds of a feather flock together.
Even the holy angels who always keep to themselves support the Savior, which proves that he also has a pure and noble heart.
The Savior's sudden show of goodwill caught Saint Celestine off guard.
But in her heart she was happy about this appreciation.
"Emperor, Mr. Savior does not hate me..."
The holy angel thought so, and a smile appeared on his cold face.
"Let's sit down and talk."
Ron was so excited that he sat on the stone bench next to him and raised his hand to warmly invite the holy angel to sit down.
He habitually made the decision.
"Uh-huh!"
Saint Celestine, not realizing that she was in her own home, involuntarily followed the invitation and sat down opposite the Savior.
Seems a little restrained.
Ron discovered that this holy angel was a little naive, but this made it easier to deceive him.
Absolutely perfect!
Then he exerted all his energy and conversed fervently with the holy angel.
He talked about her absolute loyalty to the Emperor and religious beliefs, and the customs and interesting things in various parts of the Empire. He also invited her to taste the fine wine brewed in the territory.
This included political invitations and a lot of casual flattery.
It makes the holy angel smile from time to time.
Saint Celestine's blue eyes revealed a hint of deep emotion as she listened attentively to the Savior's narration, not missing a single word.
He nodded in agreement from time to time.
Even though she doesn't understand many things, she is not very interested in them.
But she is very happy.
I haven't been this happy in a long time.
"It's such a pleasure to be with Mr. Savior," Saint Celestine thought to herself.
From Ron's perspective.
The meeting was a great success for both the host and the guests. I managed to win over this seemingly dull holy angel, and the progress was encouraging.
They also concluded political alliances and covenants to advance and retreat together.
It's perfect.
They were just about to hold hands and sleep with their feet touching.
"Saint Celestine, Your Excellency.
It was a pleasure talking with you today. I believe we can work together to bring a better future to the Empire."
Ron paid a little attention to the time and found that it was already late.
It's time to end this meeting.
Communication between people should be just right. It is best to end the topic at the right time to avoid entering an awkward period of boredom and silence.
Ron stood up and took the initiative to end the meeting: "I should probably say goodbye now. I look forward to meeting you again."
He suddenly thought of something and added, "By the way, tomorrow is the victory celebration. I sincerely invite you to attend the ceremony."
As the living saint of the empire, Saint Celestine is also a strong political force and naturally has her own viewing seat.
But it is best to have her by your side and attend the event together.
That also represents a political declaration that best serves one's own interests.
Moreover, when his coup plan is implemented and triggers backlash or unrest, he can also force this holy angel to deal with it together with him.
"Mr. Savior."
Saint Celestine nodded firmly, "I...I will arrive on time."
Ron smiled gently and said, "Goodbye then. I look forward to seeing you."
After saying that, he turned and left, walking towards the porch.
"Is that the end?"
Saint Celestine looked at the Savior's generous back, and suddenly felt a little empty in her heart.
She hoped that being could stay with her for a while longer.
For some reason, she felt relaxed and happy when she was with the Savior.
Perhaps this pure and noble being is different from others?
The holy angel just stared blankly, feeling a little reluctant in his heart.
The blasphemous emotions that had been hidden in her heart for a long time surged and turned into a desire that could no longer be suppressed.
"Save...Mr. Savior."
Suddenly, Saint Celestine called out to the Savior, her voice trembling: "Can you wait a moment?"
Ron turned around and looked at his ally, his eyes steady and powerful, waiting for the other party's next words.
Maybe the other person has something important to say.
"I... I don't know how to tell you. Maybe you'll think I'm blaspheming you..."
Saint Celestine mustered up her courage, her cold, fair face flushed slightly, and she even closed her eyes.
She broke through the shame in her heart and said resolutely: "Can you...can you hug me?"
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"Hiss~"
Ron looked at the holy angel in front of him, whose whole body was trembling and even his ears were red.
He gasped and felt numb.
Aren't holy angels said to be pure and flawless and cannot be desecrated? Why would they make such a request? What is going on?
We agreed to form a political alliance, but in the end you are still greedy for my body. It would have been better if you had said this earlier so that the physical and mental communication would be closer.
Ron understood the obvious invitation, as he had experienced many similar situations.
The savior's power was completely broken, his sage form was gone, and he almost took off his disguise and turned into a wild wolf.
Saint Celestine stood there, filled with shame and fear, as if she had lost all her thoughts.
It's like the computer has crashed.
Ron was silent for less than a second and then walked over.
Then he stretched out his arms and hugged the trembling holy angel, whose tall and slender figure could only reach his chin.
Saint Celestine felt the Savior's warm embrace and was like a little bird, not daring to move.
She had experienced this scene countless times in her dreams, and had always longed for such a hug in her heart.
It is so warm, like light protecting me.
at the same time.
Ron had been getting impatient for a long time.
He followed the relevant paths automatically and skillfully.
But suddenly it stopped.
At this time, Saint Celestine also raised her head and looked at him guiltily: "I'm sorry for blaspheming you."
Ron looked down at the Holy Angel.
He didn't find any joy in it, only pure liking.
Ron's scalp tingled, and he was shouting in his heart:
"Oh no, this is pure... love!"
Who would have thought that this chosen one of God who had experienced countless hardships would actually encounter pure love?
He won't be able to do it this time