Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The shadow of Saint Laculas floated to the Archbishop's side and stroked his face with his hand.

The Archbishop closed his eyes and felt the golden light illuminating his thoughts. Like a dream, he saw himself standing in Memeril's Nest, and saw the saint Laculas who had turned into a physical form beside him.

"Remember here?"

"I remember, saint, this is the lower area of ​​Memeril's Hive."

"Fine, come with me."

Saint Laculas drifted away, and the archbishop followed him closely as he walked in this dark and suffocating place. Every time he stepped into this place, the archbishop felt sad and intolerable.

They walked to a shed, and their dream spirits passed through the walls and saw the scene inside.

A group of tired people gathered together to discuss their recent lives.

"Have you heard? There is a mercy decree coming from above."

A relatively strong man, holding a hammer in his hand, touched the sweat on his forehead and whispered.

"It seems that there is such a situation... I heard that the people above finally showed mercy..."

"Recently, the supervisors have been very stinky and have a bad temper. They whip people at every turn. I have already been whipped twice."

Another man complained and showed the fresh wounds on his back to those around him to show that he was not lying.

"Huh...Thank you so much to the Emperor. If life can be better, I will do anything."

A thin woman prayed, but the Archbishop did not feel piety to the emperor from her words, but more of a feeling of happiness.

I am grateful that I lived to see this day.

"Fart!" A curse was particularly prominent in the crowd discussing in low voices. A man walked to the front in two or three steps and stood on the table looking very angry.

"What bullshit mercy! This is what we deserve!"

"What? This..."

No one understood what this angry man meant. What did they deserve? Wasn't everything they received a gift from the Emperor?

After all, people from the state religion always say that the fact that you are alive in this world is because the Emperor protects you, so you must serve the Emperor.

"Yes, I know what you are thinking." The man glanced at everyone, paused for a moment, and waited for everyone to calm down before speaking again.

"They say we are born to serve the Emperor, but ask yourselves, has anyone seen the real Emperor other than that glowing statue?"

Some people were frightened by the man's words. What the man said was becoming more and more like heresy. They wanted to take a few steps back and slip out, but they were curious about what he said next.

They really doubted whether the Emperor was real.

"Ten thousand steps back, the Emperor is real, and he does protect us, but what about our production? Where about our work? I have worked for the Emperor for 20 years, and I work overtime 16 hours a day, but I Where are the fruits of your labor? None of them were handed over to the emperor! They were all handed over to the overseers! Who can guarantee that the overseers can hand over these things to the emperor?"

"This...seems like this..."

The man's words were like sparks thrown into a powder keg, igniting the discussion among the crowd. They worked every day and handed in the results, but they were in contact with supervisors, and no one ever told who and where their products were sent to.

"I remember when I celebrated the Emperor's Ascension Festival for the first time, I made a small statue using the parts and steel I collected. I wanted to give this to the Emperor, but I didn't know who to give it to. So I asked the supervisor..."

"Did the overseer help you?"

"No...he yelled at me for stealing property that belonged to the Emperor, and then gave me a whip..."

Everyone fell into silence, but the anger and dissatisfaction in their hearts could be seen from the way they gritted their teeth.

The man continued to vent his dissatisfaction, the hardship of his daily labor, and the cruelty and ruthlessness of the overseers.

"Why should people who produce everything have nothing? This is nonsense! Look at those churches, how many shacks can be built with the magnificent towers? How many food supplies can the stained glass windows be worth! And those nuns! They are all so beautiful! They must be treated as playthings by those bad old men!"

When the archbishop heard such slander, he was immediately furious. He just wanted to scold this bold guy for slandering the church and humiliating the nuns.

The church was converted into a bunker a hundred years ago during attacks by orcs and Eldar. The current church is the result of the bunker being renovated.

Which side of the stained glass was not made by collecting sand themselves? Those exquisite stained windows are not something you just want to buy.

The religious stories and portraits of saints above are worth more than the tacky throne coins and cannot be confused with each other at all.

And the nuns...this is the state church! It is a holy church under the gaze of emperors and saints! It is the place where the Emperor's Word is carried out! How could he do such an obscene act!

The Archbishop gritted his teeth and squeezed his hands tightly. He felt like he was about to be angry to death.

He and the fellow believers around him have always implemented the teachings of the emperor and saints, being pure in heart and tempering themselves like ascetic monks.

No other food will be taken in except porridge every day.

How could it be possible, like that man said, to eat and drink during the day and have fun every night?

This is pure heresy!

Saint Laculas floated to the Archbishop's side and touched his shoulder with his hand, "Did you see... you worked overtime and stayed up late for them, calculated the quota every day, and left enough for them after completing the tithe?" Lots of things...this is how they repay you..."

"I...what should I do...the church is not like that! The words and deeds of the people in the church are really consistent with the emperor and your teachings..."

Looking at the sad and sad face of the archbishop, Laculas nodded, "Of course I know you are very pious...so this is not your problem."

"But..."

"It's their problem!"

"them?"

"Yes."

The archbishop looked at Laculas's face, and he thought about the profound meaning of the saint's words.

Their problem? Does it mean that these poor people have chosen to betray the Emperor from the bottom of their hearts? Did you choose to end up being a heretic?

He turned to look at the crowd who were still complaining and dissatisfied, watching them become more and more excited as they talked, describing the church as the biggest evil person that oppressed their lives.

"Those overseers are all full of fat heads! They must have eaten everything we handed over! And the group of priests above the overseers! Have you seen that fat pig Rai?"

"I've seen it before! That priest is so fat that it's scary! I feel like two of me could fit into his stomach!"

"That's it! Those overseers took blood from us! The priests above them peeled off the skin! After layer upon layer of exploitation, the Emperor didn't get much! Instead, it all fell on us!"

The crowd's emotions had been completely aroused. They looked at the man and asked, "Then what should we do? I don't want to betray the emperor..."

At this point, the man made an eagle salute on his chest. He looked at the crowd and shouted out what they were going to do.

"We want to strike! We want to fight! We have to get what we deserve from the church! We can't just go on starving!"

"Are you going to betray the Emperor?"

"Of course not! We just want to participate in the supervision of production. Those overseers and priests must be greedy for things that belong to the emperor! We want to open their bellies and see what evil intentions are inside!"

The archbishop looked at the crowd, feeling confused and painful, while Saint Laculas put his mouth to his ear, "See? They are so greedy... They want more things, the decree of mercy." It will only make them worse..."

"You have to suppress them... use blood and fire to suppress these rioters, rather than issuing some mercy decree..."

The scene changed rapidly. In front of the archbishop, there were no longer those angry people who were talking about knocking down the church and fighting for their rights.

But the thin child holding the food supply tightly looked at him with shrinking eyes.

"Destroy this heresy... destroy all those who slander the church..."

The archbishop looked at the scepter in his hand, and then at the child. He raised the scepter high, his eyes full of struggle and anger.

"Yes...that's it, destroy him! Purify him!"

cried the saint Laculus, who could already see the Archbishop killing the child.

boom!

The scepter did not fall on the child's head. Instead, the archbishop turned around and struck Saint Laculas in the face. The Archbishop gasped, his old face full of anger.

"You are not a saint... A saint would not be as cruel as you! Who are you! You actually deceived me through the illusion of a saint!"

"Oh?"

Laculas' exploded head came back together, and he looked at the angry archbishop, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"There may be some problems in the church. I will send people to investigate that Priest Rai, but you! You must pay the price!"

The archbishop shouted loudly, pulled off the bishop's robe with his hands, and exposed the body wrapped in it.

There is no extra fat on the strong body, and the muscles all over his body swelled with the archbishop's anger. He waved the scepter in his hand like a god of war.

"Day after day! The answer to the marches and prayers year after year! The strong body bestowed upon me by the great Emperor! If you are unwilling to repent! I will beat you until you do!"

Saint Laculas was obviously shocked by the Archbishop's body. It was hard for him to imagine that an Archbishop with such an old face could be such a muscular monster.

"repent!!!"

Extremist and Puritan inquisitor. Just smile and wave, smile and wave.