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These nobles, already people of imnse wealth, crave spiritual fulfillnt all the more due to their material riches, especially the desire for respect. In the Empire, nobility is rely a title of honor; their actual status is the sa as commoners. Yet despite holding no high position, they wield a great deal of money, which many see as a symbol of undeserved privilege; therefore... at least in the eyes of the nobles themselves, they have never received their due respect.
And now, Le Cheng offers them the chance to join the Church, which they interpret as Divine Envoy’s acknowledgnt of their worth.
Thus, they abruptly shed their previously stingy ways, both donating and exerting effort, eagerly grabbing at the honor, at least within the Church, indeed, they receive respect from the majority... after all, money talks, and with these nobles’ entry, the nascent Gaia Church no longer needs governnt funding to tread the path of rapid developnt.
The nobles are aware of the origin of this respect but they don’t care. For the mont, they relish their state, especially watching the Church grow swiftly on their financial support, filling them with an even greater sense of achievent, and, in turn, fueling their zeal and sincerity.
In so ways, their nature strongly resembles that of converts, both caught in a state of extre fanaticism towards the new faith.
At this mont, their minds can only muster one concept—honor!
Defa a deity?
That is not an issue at all.
After all, it’s rely a foreign god.
"You, you’re going too far!" Listening to the string of malevolent insults, so converts couldn’t hold back any longer, pointing at them they shouted, "How dare you publicly insult a deity..."
Before he could finish, he was swiftly silenced by his compatriots, yet their faces clearly portrayed discontent and rage.
Le Cheng chuckled, "What’s wrong? Does our scorn make you feel your religion has been defiled? Well then, I hereby declare, from today forward, Gaia Church’s daily greeting will shift from good morning, good afternoon and good evening, to ’Let Khorne eat shit.’"
"Moreover, I suggest the general public to incorporate ’Khorne eats shit’ into everyday conversation, by doing so, we can promptly pinpoint the villains hiding among the populace, swiftly exposing these shaless traitors, so they no longer threaten us, how does everyone find this proposal?"
"Good!"
Led by the Church, countless people voiced their passionate approval.
"You..." Faced with this scene, even the most composed converts revealed bloodshot eyes.
"Look at their eyes!"
"Those eyes... they are indeed converts!"
"Divine Envoy was right, these people are traitors."
"Kill them! Kill them!"
Instantly, masses surged with outrage.
Converts are different from ordinary people; the mont they decide to worship Khorne, they receive Khorne’s blessings, which not only makes them stronger but also dulls their sensory perception to so extent, such as feeling no pain, with the most obvious manifestation being their eyes turning blood-red, filled with a desire for violence and slaughter.
Of course, most of the ti, they keep this power hidden to avoid exposing their identity.
But now, with the onslaught of insults, their brutal side could no longer be suppressed.
And when people caught sight of their eyes, there was not a shred of doubt left, filled with right indignation.
The Empire’s policy towards converts has always been zero tolerance.
The sa goes for its citizens.
Even if the other is one’s kin or friend, once they switch allegiance to Khorne and beco converts, they beco irreconcilable enemies, destined to fight to the death or extermination.
In this respect, any person with the slightest sense of conscience would not make any concessions.
"You... I’ll fight you with my life!"
The converts knew that there was no turning back, and instead of resorting to sophistry, they drew the weapons they had on them... Their so-called desperation clearly wasn’t about fighting the enemy; any fool knows that with their few dozen numbers, they had no chance of winning in such a situation, so their desperation was for their own lives, to commit suicide to Summon the Catastrophe Legion, which was their most potent trait.
However, Le Cheng didn’t afford them the opportunity.
"Attack!"
Upon Le Cheng’s command, the Catastrophe ssengers and Mages already at the ready imdiately dropped nurous binding barriers, completely restricting the converts’ actions, then artillery fire ca pouring from all directions.
The forty-six converts trapped within the barriers were utterly engulfed by the barrage, but their deaths also summoned the Catastrophe Legion, with grotesque figures twisting into existence through their mutated flesh as a dium, only to be shattered by artillery fire the next mont.
This bombardnt lasted for a good ten minutes, and when the sound of artillery finally ceased, nothing in the barrier remained but a pile of charred fragnts.
"Good, well killed!"
Inside and outside the divine hall, watching the converts and Catastrophe Legion obliterated without a trace, everyone let out fervent cheers.
Le Cheng knew that converts hidden within the Imperial Capital undoubtedly numbered more than these forty-seven, and there were likely a few that had slipped through, but at this stage, they were incapable of causing much trouble.
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