God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Despite many modifications, the original appearance of the flying Taran can still be discerned vaguely. Over the centuries, she has undergone great changes, such as the sculpture of the ship’s hull. Multiplying—Many statues were carved out of marble in the process of travel in subspace, in order to be able to better judge the direction.

The journey of this ship is eternal, spanning several generations. Her mission is to spread faith by all necessary means no matter where it is.

Sometimes, she will send wandering penitents where they should go.

More often, her warehouse is full of cultural relics and religious works of art. In order to ignite the flame of faith, she trades sacred items carefully, religiously, and respectfully.

Some treasures are only temporarily displayed, and the flying Talan will bring the sacred relics of this world for the faithful believers to witness.

Billions of pilgrims will come from all over the world to watch the remains of Saint and the shield of Daoist.

Each exhibition can only last a few weeks at most, making the pilgrimage to be a race against time, and then the flying Taran will leave.

The next return may be a year later, or it may be a hundred years later.

Bilak then took Ponfigli from the lower deck to the center compartment of the ship.

When Archbishop stepped into the hall, he immediately took a deep breath with joy.

"The great Divine Sovereign..."

It is very spacious. It has no longer resembled the cargo hold of a cargo ship a long time ago. Now it is more like a cathedral nave. That huge sacred skeletal box.

The light here is rich, warm, soft, but not dim. The golden throne covered on the huge ceiling fresco seems to be spreading the brilliance of the throne to the galaxy.

A choir of one hundred people stood on the first floor of the stands, and the singers’ solemn hymns echoed in the air.

Archbishop walks back and forth among the gilded showcases. These showcases are displayed with jewel-like fingers, jaws on purple silk cushions, bronze hymns, Archbishop scepters and sacred Made of femur bones.

The captain smiled when he saw Archbishop's expression.

"I'm glad you are satisfied with this, my lord."

"Happy?"

Pang Feili looked at these sacred relics and whispered:

"It is not appropriate to be happy, Captain, your work is done so well that no words can match them."

"I am very happy to be able to help you Give me a meager effort."

"Me too."

"Do you have any specific requirements?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Archbishop paused for a moment.

"There is no need to worry about security and rebellion at the moment. There is no sign of heresy in Valledo."

When he said this, he appeared very confident. He believed that if there was Such evils are spreading in his world, and he will know.

Pang Feili has always remained vigilant, and the state religion's control over citizens must be unbreakable.

Of course, this is far from enough.

"People should integrate faith into their lives. They need to feel the rays of light of the state religion again. They need enthusiasm."

"I see, I hope you Don't be angry, Master Bishop... In fact, you are not the first person to make this request, and we are just good at solving this kind of problem."

"How can I be angry, on the contrary I am very happy."

"Okay, in this case, my usual suggestion is-I believe you have guessed it, exhibit cultural relics in the capital."

"Very good."

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"Well, would you like to personally choose the cultural relics to be exhibited?"

After that, Archbishop began to select cultural relics.

But when he walked through hundreds of boxes in the aisle, his initial sense of surprise disappeared.

He became frustrated and disappointed at first.

There is nothing wrong with these cultural relics, but they are not special, there are too many mediocre things.

Perhaps he was expecting something so noble, but so vague, that any actual object could not meet his expectations.

Pang Feili longed for a turn for the better. He longed to tremble with awe. He wanted to experience the enthusiasm of the fire of faith ignited in the hearts of his followers.

He needs a celebration worthy of being celebrated for hundreds of years, so as to make his journey of ascent more smoothly.

But everything he saw did not reach such a realm.

He felt solemn and in awe, but he was not impressed, and any relics here are nothing special to him.

The captain felt a change in his mood.

"I'm sorry that our collection disappointed you."

"It's not like that."

Archbishop waved his hand tiredly.

"It is difficult for me to define what I want. It must be unique and unmatched. It must be..."

He fumbled his mind and said slowly:

"It must be beyond our imagination. Only then can we feel the sacred touch of God Emperor's will."

Archbishop sighed, because words alone cannot express what is beyond his limits. Stuff and feel frustrated.

"Do you understand what I want to say?"

The captain seemed a little uneasy when he heard these words.

"I think so."

As he said, his eyes flickered involuntarily to the left.

Pang Feili caught this little movement, and he looked in that direction.

There was an empty box a few yards behind the aisle, so he approached it.

"What was in it?"

"A mask of burial goods."

The captain returned with a somewhat uneasy tone.

"Where is it? Is it a commodity?"

"No, this is a valuable item that will never be sold."

"Then it Where is it?"

Archbishop insisted on asking, he felt as if he had grasped something.

"We have moved it to the storage room temporarily."

"What does it mean temporarily?"

"Before we can determine its source , We will not show it... This is an unidentified item, so there is no place in the cultural relics here. We preliminarily believe that it was found in the tomb of Prandium."

"Isn’t there destroyed?"

"It’s true, the invasion of Tyra’s insect race destroyed this planet, but we believe that some graves are still worthy of excavation. We found an unknown book Holy Code."

"Which is its owner?"

"It may be a bishop of Prandium."

"I still remember It is said that Divine Vestige appeared before Prandium’s destruction?"

"I also remember that at that time the bishop wrote a sacred book praising the God Emperor and encouraging believers. Encouraged to fight Xenos for several months, and finally outnumbered."

"But that scripture has never been found."

"It is true, we cannot guarantee this The thing is the legendary scripture against Tyron."

This ambiguity can be frustrating, but it is also fascinating.

Pang Feili believed that this coincidence must mean something, so he made up his mind.

"I want to see that relic."

The captain shrugged after hearing this.

"I can't guarantee that what you see is real."

For Archbishop, this kind of rhetoric sounds perfunctory and confused by the captain’s answer, but Then he concluded that what he saw was a clever businessman deliberately hiding what he had always wanted to show him.

"I understand, but I still want to see."

It doesn't matter whether Billac tried to test him, he was convinced that the Wheel of Fate was turning.

"Okay."