The intelligent Lorgar quickly integrated into the bureaucratic system of the Imperium of Man.
After getting his hands on the book of the Imperial Truth, Lorgar began to study this classic repeatedly.
And he reflected on how foolish his actions on Colchis had been.
The Emperor and the Emperor's Imperial Truth are still the best!
If he had continued to hold on to this religious fanaticism, and had been infiltrated and used by other heretics in the future, what kind of terrifying existence would he have become?
And with this extremely heavy guilt, Lorgar began his own purge of Colchis.
Originally, this was a task assigned by the Emperor to Kasjia and their Emperor's Children.
But the awakened Lorgar took the initiative to take on this task, and personally decided to take extermination measures against his own homeworld.
Only those who were rational enough to believe that the Emperor was not a god, that the Emperor was the Emperor, and who had converted to the Imperial Truth, could survive this purge.
And more were completely eliminated under the exterminatus order personally released by Lorgar.
Of course, some people, even if they chose to convert to the Imperial Truth, could not save their own lives.
For example, Kor Phaeron.
Kasjia would naturally not let him off.
At that time, Kor Phaeron had abused Lorgar in the name of a test.
And Kasjia had also arranged the same kind of test for him.
But unfortunately, this time Kor Phaeron did not pass the test of being an observer for a close-range lance strike.
Under the super-high temperature, he turned to snow-white ash.
As for Erebus, the disciple who had betrayed Lorgar and had been the main culprit for Lorgar's loss of face in front of the Emperor and Kasjia, Lorgar naturally did not let him off easily either.
After completing the exterminatus order for Colchis, Lorgar soon came to the Pride of the Emperor, where Kasjia was, preparing to ask him for the man.
"Sagittarius golden ring..."
"Heh heh."
He was with the Apothecary.
However, it seemed that during these times, he had been tormented by some strange means by the Apothecary, so much so that his mind was a little unclear now.
The Bucephalus.
"Under Lorgar's personal arrangement, all traces of Chaos's existence on Colchis have been completely annihilated."
"Using the Imperial Truth as a cover, I believe that the possibility of the statement about the Chaos Gods of the Warp being leaked is now almost nil."
Standing in the Emperor's private study, which was so dazzlingly golden that one could not open one's eyes, Kasjia stood straight as he reported.
He had originally wanted to cover it up a bit.
But since he had already taken out books with records of the four Chaos Gods from Erebus, there was no longer any point in covering it up.
To this, the Emperor also seemed to have known it all along, and did not ask much about it.
"Good. You have done very well, Kasjia."
With his back to Kasjia, the Emperor's body, which was emitting a golden light, was constantly looking at the bookshelf in front of him, as if he was searching for something.
His words were few. When facing Kasjia, he would generally just issue some orders.
But today was a little different.
"You seem to have a question."
He turned around and looked at Kasjia with an almost infinite golden light.
But in front of Kasjia, his face was still covered with a thin mist that he could not see clearly.
It seemed someone had said that Lorgar and the Emperor looked almost exactly the same.
But Kasjia always felt that there was a certain difference in appearance between the two.
"If you have any questions, just ask as much as you can."
Uncharacteristically, the Emperor had decided to have a chat with Kasjia.
And he had even let Kasjia ask him questions.
Well... then I'm really going to ask!
I'm really going to ask!
—I'm going to ask!
(Why did the Emperor keep the history of being the she-wolf of Rome?)
Of course, Kasjia had not yet been so suicidal as to directly ask the question above.
"The first question is about myself. What kind of existence am I, exactly?" Kasjia's question was very direct. Between smart people, especially smart people who have read the script, there is no need for too much beating around the bush.
"I know where your power comes from, and I know where your soul comes from."
"They are our effective weapons against evil. Learn to make good use of them."
"As for what kind of existence you are, you will need to find out for yourself in the future."
"The journey of understanding oneself is also a part of your self-realization, my child."
"But I can guarantee that your future potential will be limitless."
Great, a riddler.
"Then what do you think about the possible future I have described?"
When the Emperor had asked Kasjia about his knowledge of Chaos, he had revealed everything about the Great Betrayal.
"You haven't told them about the speculations you have foreseen?" the Emperor said. Those news about the Warp, Kasjia, after learning of them, had uncharacteristically chosen to keep this secret, just like the Emperor.
"No."
"Because you didn't say, I chose to trust your judgment."
Kasjia's actions were very cautious.
Since even the Emperor had not told the Primarchs everything about the Warp, Kasjia had chosen to trust the Emperor for now.
"You have done very well."
The Emperor was a little surprised, but he still smiled and encouraged him.
"I want to know your reason for hiding it."
"Words are just a pale warning."
He shook his head gently. "Just as a young child will only learn the pain of failure after falling down, warning them to be careful of the unknown will often be counterproductive."
It was useless.
You see, has anyone ever obeyed the Edict of Nikaea?
Even though the Emperor had declared, "Those who do not listen to me will be in trouble," in the end, how many of them had obeyed this edict?
The Wolf Pack still used Rune Priests, the damn little pony still played with psionics, and the Stormseers were still Stormseers.
It was more useless than the Codex Astartes.
By the way, the only one who had faithfully obeyed it was named Nemiel.
Later, his head was blown off by the Lion King, who had violated the decision and was preparing to rebuild the Librarius.
All rules can be broken on the grounds of an emergency.
If he had really warned the Primarchs about the terror of Chaos in the Warp, perhaps in the next second, there would be a Primarch who would make a deal with Chaos on the grounds of an emergency.
Even if the price was to blow up the entire Webway.
"So you just didn't say anything?"
"Time. They need time to recognize the existence of Chaos."
"To complete the construction of the Webway before they try to make contact is the only feasible plan I could find among the thousands of possibilities."
"But Chaos will also have its own countermeasures, after we have obtained this information from the future."
"They will only become more cunning, more difficult to deal with."
The Emperor sighed.
"This is just one possibility that will exist in the future... and I have seen many such possibilities."
The moment his voice fell, Kasjia felt the world spin.
The gilded bookshelf of the Bucephalus flew past his eyes at high speed, as if he were on a speeding train. After a period of adaptation, this high-speed movement of the surrounding scenery finally came to an end.
It was a golden throne, standing in the center of a magnificent hall.
The Golden Throne.
A withered shadow sat on it, just as he had painted on the mural with sympathetic magic in his youth.
Kasjia felt thousands of different time streams appearing from under his eyelids, and they flew past at high speed before he could see them clearly.
Countless information, and possibilities from countless worlds, rushed into his mind at this moment.
All kinds of, indistinguishable prophecies appeared in his mind.
Unbearable. Kasjia held his head in pain and knelt on the ground, until a layer of golden light dispelled these images that were lingering in his mind.
Invisibly, Kasjia had obtained a Konrad Curze experience ticket.
"What... are all these?"
"Possibilities. The infinite possibilities of the future. The one you mentioned is also included."
As he spoke, his gaze focused on the Golden Throne.
No matter what information or phantom, the corpse on the withered Golden Throne, as if it were fixed on top, had never changed in the slightest.
The ending was set.
No matter what, this final destination could not be changed.
"It can't be changed?!"
"But! Weren't we just able to change it!"
"Lorgar has already been abandoned with our help. He is now a firm supporter of the Imperial Truth!"
"Isn't our future slowly getting better?"
He couldn't understand.
Lorgar was saved. Wasn't that obvious?
Kasjia was unwilling to believe that he could not stop the Great Betrayal from happening.
"No."
"A small change is not enough to affect the inevitable trend."
The Emperor just shook his head.
Some things, he had experienced.
Too many times. The countless same endings made him sigh, made him numb.
But he shouldn't have given up.
A person who has made up his mind to carry out a Great Crusade, how can he be willing to admit that he will surely fail?
"How..."
Kasjia wanted to refute him.
But looking at him standing in front of the Golden Throne...
...some words were stuck in his throat and could not be said.
He had never given up.
But it seemed that even the strongest giant would have a sentimental side.
Kasjia had never thought that the Emperor would also be like this.
Perhaps...
...in some subconscious, he also believed that the Emperor was an omnipotent god?
"If that's the case, I have one last question."
Kasjia said after a pause.
"Since you already know that the Great Crusade is destined to fail, why do you still insist?"
"Does the Great Crusade really have any meaning?"
If humanity was destined to be dragged into an abyss from which there is no return.
Does all of this still have any meaning?
He smiled.
Although Kasjia still could not see his face clearly, Kasjia could feel the Emperor's emotions.
It was a bitter joy.
"The crusade has no meaning."
"The crusade itself is the meaning."
As he spoke, he waved his golden armguard, and everything instantly dispersed like smoke.
"I'm sorry. Please forget everything you just saw."
"Remember."
"The Great Crusade must, and will, succeed."
With the drastic change of scenery, Kasjia returned to the front of the Bucephalus.
However, this time it was at the door of the Emperor's private study.
"Mr. Kasjia, the Emperor's appointment with you is over," the Custodian at the door said, a little sourly.
"Now, please leave."
He gave an order to leave.
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