Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 139 Atonement
Deep inside the command center is Luo Jia's current residence.

Since the conflict with Jonson and the entrustment of all legion affairs to Angertai, he has begun to live in seclusion and no longer interfere with any trivial matters.

Regardless of the point where the Word Bearers were about to clash with the Dark Angels, Luojia had never seen the nervous signals in the battle report.

He was just writing scriptures silently, using his own vocabulary and piety to describe the glory of the God-Emperor, using his faith to wash away his heart filled with pain and confusion, and letting the tide of doubt continue to flow in his soul.

Just like the lament of every martyr on his deathbed, he sighs for his sins that can never be redeemed, but he is also proud to have witnessed the revelation of the gods.

The thing called faith has been with him almost all his life, but it was not until the unstoppable destruction was approaching that Luojia realized that the weight of faith was not something that could be contained by just boring hymns.

It can not only symbolize a measuring stick when a person is at the top, but also represent a person's redemption when he falls into the abyss.

Luojia's fingertips slowly traced across the rough-textured parchment. The ink that had not yet dried on the paper stained the paper with moisture and dirt, and the gorgeous and elegant Gothic poetry became blurry.

The beautiful verses that could be engraved in the mortal world and sung throughout the ages were completely erased by one finger.

So is the perfect city, so is Colchis.

From these blurry and dirty ink marks, Luojia did not see anything worthy of praise, anything that could highlight his own value and make the faith he wanted to interpret immortal.

Because of this, Luo Jia saw more important things from these vague ink marks.

Once upon a time, Luojia needed to calm down his mind by writing scriptures.

But now, he doesn't need it anymore.

Faith does not need to be proven, and loyalty does not need to be emphasized.

There is no need to follow the footsteps of miracles through gorgeous carols. Simply practicing His words and deeds is already the most sacred pilgrimage.

At this moment, Luojia seemed to be able to empathize with the people of his Perfect City.

They were forever slumbered by the testing fire that fell from the sky, and were covered in the dust of disloyalty by Erebus's rebellion.

All of this is a test of the God Emperor, but none of this is a test of the God Emperor.

From the beginning to the end, the God Emperor's will was for Luojia to go to the stars and win the last hope for the future of mankind.

But he spent most of his life drowning in meaningless red tape, trying to show his value and role to the audience like a clown in a theater troupe.

It's really...so sad.

The rain of fire from the sky, the guilt of rebellion, and even the blood debt of billions of lives.

He should have realized this.

Luo Jia slowly tightened her grip on the scripture in her hand and completely tore the once priceless hymn collection into a ball of worthless waste paper.

The gap between priceless and before priceless is only so big.

The warm candlelight flickered slightly. The room that was once filled with all kinds of ancient books and full of strong religious colors was now in a mess. The countless unique books written by Luo Jia, which could last for centuries, were all turned into crumpled and broken pieces of waste paper. .

At the same time, the candlelight also illuminated Luojia's face: the once luxurious and dignified mantras had been wiped out like his works, leaving only twisted dirt and two lines of dried blood and tears.

Clearly, collapse and madness may not all be hysterical.

Silence is the norm.

During this period of time, Luojia thought a lot.

Including but not limited to his various pasts, the destruction of the perfect city, the betrayal of his adoptive father and chief priest, and the cold expression of the Lord of Humanity full of indifference.

He was born as the Holy Son with His divine power, but he was unable to straighten up in the face of setbacks one after another.Is it a test, a temper, or a predetermined suffering?

Luo Jia doesn't know.

But the tragedy of the perfect city has been cast, and the disaster of Colchis is approaching——

Sometimes, Luojia will ask himself.Are your beliefs worthless?Are your expectations meaningless?
In order to explore this problem, he paid a lot of money.

Through the gradually awakened instinct, Luojia's sight penetrated the curtain of subspace and saw many horrifying facts.

The burning galaxy, the boiling stars...and the King of Darkness sitting on the throne.

No... Luojia felt that that [thing] was not at all the people or things he was familiar with, but the aura it exuded was so familiar, so familiar that it was difficult to understand.

And in that shadow filled with indigo mist, Luojia could clearly see his own back - it was a rugged, tired, but self-realized Primarch.

His path forward is no longer entangled by faith, and what he does is no longer wrapped up in responsibility, just like a believer who has completed a pilgrimage on a long journey.

However, 'Luojia' committed a heinous crime for this reason.

He opened an illusory door for the Four Gods of Chaos to invade reality, and laid the bones of countless people he knew and loved to ignite the great rebellion in the galaxy.

After seeing all this, Luojia instantly understood why Elaine killed Erebus at that time, and why she tried her best to make herself believe that the Lord of Humanity was really a god.

If you fall into the abyss where you are no longer protected by your faith, you will be guided by slander to the path of depravity and sin.

Yes, depravity.

Although what the phantom wanted Luojia to see was what he was yearning for in his confusion at the moment, 'self-realization'.

But Luojia, who deeply loves mankind and firmly believes that "faith can save mankind", cannot see the heaven on earth that he imagined in such a future.

He only saw a huge, decayed, collapsed, crumbling corpse, relying on the poisonous wine called 'faith' to quench his thirst.

Luo Jia disagreed from the bottom of her heart...that was a future she would look forward to.

Even though it is very similar to the religious heaven described by Elaine, its creation relies on endless suffering and sacrifice, just like the roar of a wounded animal.

The value of faith does not need to be measured.

Before Elaine arrived, Luojia had already made preparations to be buried with Colchis. This was also the best opportunity to eliminate such a cruel future.

All of this should have been borne by him alone.

If he disappeared, there would be no trace of the spark of rebellion.

The growth of corruption may not dissipate, but Elaine, who is similar to herself and can see the future, will definitely rewrite that future full of suffering.

However, after Elaine's arrival, the Dark Angel left.

Luo Jia was not relieved by this.

Because this means that his atonement has just begun.

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　With the pressure from the Lion King, Luojia was finally able to get back on track. After dealing with Iron Man, he will go on the Atonement Expedition!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)