Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

Noah pondered for a moment and asked:

"If we don't need them to join us, and we just want to provide them with new soldiers and power armor, this shouldn't violate the Codex Astartes, right?"

"No." Sarpedon thought for a moment and replied.

Helping brother chapters rebuild is not uncommon among Space Marines, especially founding chapters.

The Imperial Fists, Blood Angels, and Ultramarines have all been on the verge of destruction many times, and were only able to rebuild quickly with the support of many subsidiary groups.

"Then you can try to make contact with these war groups."

"What if someone asks about the origin of the power armor?"

Noah said casually:

"It doesn't matter. We are helping them rebuild their chapter. If someone betrays us, someone will always come after them. We can withdraw our assistance at any time. If the Empire tracks us down, we can say that we found it in a wrecked space ship."

Space hulks are both a disaster and an opportunity for the Empire. The Empire even salvaged a complete battleship from a space hulk, but a few thousand sets of power armor are nothing.

If the Soul Drinkers used the Space Hulk as an excuse, the Empire would have no way of tracking down the matter even if it did have suspicions. After all, the Space Hulk came and went as it pleased, and the Empire couldn't just go to the Warp to find the Space Hulk and investigate the truth, right?

What's more, most of the warbands know how to repay kindness.

If there are really people who are ungrateful and repay kindness with enmity, Noah doesn't mind abandoning them in the name of the Inquisition.

Of course, the specific details still need to be negotiated, and he is only putting forward a preliminary idea now.

"Okay, I'll make the contact." Sarpedon nodded.

The empire lacks everything except poor warbands to serve as pants.

"You can contact the Imperial Fists' sub-groups first."

Noah paused and warned, "Except for the Crimson Fist."

Sarpedon was silent for a moment and expressed his understanding.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists was the one who most vehemently opposed the Codex Astartes, so most of the Imperial Fists' successor chapters have their own opinions.

Except for the Crimson Fist.

Everyone knows the reason.

Even though Noah had a good relationship with the Ultramarines, he did not dare to tell the Ultramarines that he was openly violating the Codex Astartes and even wanted to persuade other chapters to violate it together.

This is just pure dancing on a grave, it has nothing to do with human affairs.

Sarpedon suddenly asked:

"Noah, do you know about the Feast of Blades?"

"I've heard a little bit about it." Noah nodded slightly.

Although the nine former legions have been split into smaller chapters, many of the founding chapters actually have secret connections with the successor chapters.

The Dark Angels have an Inner Circle, the Ultramarines have their own loyal little brothers who are at the mercy of everyone, the Blood Angels are closely connected by Bloodthirst and Black Rage, the Space Wolves simply did not split up, and the Imperial Fists also had their Primarch Rogal Dorn personally promulgate the Final High Wall Accords and the Feast of Blades.

The Last Wall Protocol was once used during the Beast War, when the combined forces of the Sons of Dorn were assembled under the command of Grandmaster Kurland. During that conflict, each of the Imperial Fists Chapters that participated in the Last Wall also contributed a portion of their strength to rebuild the decimated Imperial Fists.

As for the Feast of Blades, it was also created by the Primarch Dorn himself to maintain the connection between the various successors. This competition is usually held every hundred years, and each time it is attended by the company champions of each successor.

Sarpedon Road:

"The next Blade Feast will be held in 849, hosted by the Iron Knights. All Imperial Fist Groups will participate."

Noah pondered:

"There are still 18 years left, which is plenty of time. Are you planning to announce it at the Blade Feast?"

Sarpedon said in a deep voice:

"No, I intend to follow the example of the Feast of Blades and call upon all the successors of the Imperial Fists, right here on Dagonus!"

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Since the news of Noah's return spread, millions of pilgrims have come to Dagonus every day. The spaceport has been operating at full capacity these days, not only to receive normal trade merchant ships, but also to receive a large number of ships carrying pilgrims.

Noah was annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

These pilgrims came for him, he couldn't just drive them all away, could he?

But if you can't afford to offend him, can't you just avoid him?

Noah has been locking himself in the palace these days, trying to go out as little as possible, thinking that if he couldn't see it, he wouldn't be bothered.

It’s a pity that although he can ignore the large number of pilgrims, there are always some people he has to see.

In the study of the palace, Noah looked at the old man opposite him and asked:

"Bishop Hieronymus, are you here to advise me?"

In the Coronus Expanse, two different faiths now exist:

One is the sect of St. Drusus, and the other is the sect of St. Noah.

The former is much older, originating from the living saint Drusus in the Calixis sector.

But over the past few decades, the Noah sect has risen rapidly.

This former Drusus priest has now become the Cardinal of St. Noah in the Colonus Expanse.

Hieronymus asked, "What do you want to hear?"

"Advise me to go meet those pilgrims and appease their faith."

"Do not."

Hieronymus shook his head. "You are the Emperor's living saint, with a greater mission. If the people's faith needs to be appeased by a living saint himself, then the Emperor does not need their faith."

"Then why did you come to me?"

Hieronymus smiled:

"I just came to see you, why do you have to do anything?"

"Really no other purpose?"

Hieronymus shook his head.

"You are a living saint believed by the Saint Noah sect, and I am just a humble priest of the Saint Noah sect. Even if there is a purpose, it is your request to me, not my request to you."

"Well."

Noah immediately said, "Change the names of all the warships you gave to other regiments!"

"name?"

Hieronymus was a little confused, but soon figured out what Noah was referring to and shook his head.

"No."

"What's the reason?"

"These warships were donated voluntarily by the people of the Saint Noah sect. Their names are a symbol of the people's faith. If the names of the warships are changed, it would be a denial of their faith. Of course,"

Hieronymus looked at Noah deeply, "If you strongly request, we will do it, but is this really what you want?"

Hieronymus' attitude was clear: Noah was a living saint and did not need to respond to the people's beliefs, but he should not deny their beliefs either. Otherwise, the collapse of the faith of thousands or even trillions of people would inevitably lead to extremely bad consequences.

Now that he said that, what else could Noah do?

You just have to obey him!

Noah asked again:

"So, nothing's wrong?"

"No." Hieronymus shook his head.

Noah was no longer merciful and said directly:

"Jeanne, show the guest away."

Hieronymus was slightly startled, obviously not expecting this outcome.

Jeanne said softly:

"Bishop Hieronymus, we have prepared a room for you, please follow me."

Hieronymus laughed in silence, but did not insist and left with Leticia.

"Lord Noah."

Leticia watched this scene from the side, hesitant to speak, "Are you disgusted by people's belief in you?"

Noah closed his eyes:

"It's not disgust, just some rejection."

Leticia walked behind him obediently and stretched out her fair little hands to massage him.

The girl asked softly:

"Why would you reject them? Haven't you always been kind to the people? And you have always been using your share of tithes to subsidize the people at the bottom."

Noah immediately frowned and seriously corrected the mistake in her words:

"I treat them well because I want to treat them well, not because of their beliefs."

He paused, "Besides, do you think the Emperor needs the people's faith?"

"Eh?"

Leticia was stunned for a moment. She had never thought about the answer to this question.

The Emperor undoubtedly did not need it, otherwise he would have established a state religion under his control as early as the Great Crusade.

If one were to describe the Emperor's faith in one sentence, it would probably be:

Gods do not need believers, but believers need Gods.

The Emperor needs no faith, but the Emperor on the Golden Throne cannot refuse.

Ten thousand years of faith have already changed the former emperor beyond all recognition.

The power of faith made him extremely powerful, but it also almost crushed his humanity.

It was because Noah saw all of this that he opposed the people's belief in him.

Although he has not received any faith or prayers from the people so far, he has not felt anything strange.

But Guvisa of the Tau Empire was able to worship the Goddess Tauwa out of thin air. What if these people really worshipped a subspace entity in the subspace?

Although there has been no case of an Imperial Saint or Living Saint being worshipped as a physical entity, after all, the reason why a Living Saint is a Living Saint is because of the Emperor's blessing, so these beliefs will ultimately converge on the Emperor.

But what if?

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens!

What's more, he is now being watched by Tzeentch. Even if he couldn't worship it originally, he might be able to worship a "Saint Noah" out of thin air after being manipulated by Tzeentch. After all, Tzeent may be behind the Saint Noah sect and fanning the flames.

But it is extremely difficult to destroy people's faith in him.

Noah couldn't really kill them all, could he?

This may not necessarily undermine people's faith in him, but it will definitely lead to Terra's accountability, and he might even be labeled a heretic, which would not be worth the loss.

Even if Noah took back the welfare benefits for the lower-class workers and exploited them even more severely like other nobles, these poor people would probably automatically think of it as "a test of their faith" and "a necessary sacrifice."

It's not okay to be nice to them, and it's not okay to be mean to them.

So, no solution.

Leticia nodded silently for Noah, but she also began to think about a solution in her heart.

Although she had prayed to Noah every day before, it was more out of gratitude to Noah for saving her and her sister.

But if Noah doesn't like their beliefs, Leticia will try hard to correct them, and she believes her sister thinks the same way.

and so……

"Lord Noah."

Leticia's eyes suddenly lit up, and she suggested, "Why don't we try to get the people to transfer their faith to Sister? Sister is only a saint now, but there are already many people who believe in Sister. We can make Sister a living saint. Then we just need to promote Sister more and let the Saint Jeanne sect gradually replace the Saint Noah sect, right?"

Leticia became more and more excited as she spoke. Noah opened his eyes and looked up at the serious-looking girl, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

You really are sisters!