Chapter 91: The Violent Theory of the Holy Scriptures

The turquoise metal cover and spine are made of refined gold. The one-centimeter-thick and sharpened metal corners and the carvings on the spine prove that the packaging of this book was spared no expense.

The warm, pale yellow inner pages made of the leather of an unknown beast and the black crystal-like, shiny black handwriting that was obviously made of obsidian polished into powder, show the luxury inside the book.

Calvin sat quietly at the desk in the outer room of his suite, looking at the oversized book on the table in front of him, which had the metal part of the cover polished to a shiny finish due to long-term reading.

In terms of common sense, Calvin did not believe the authenticity of the signature on this book.

If this thing was really real, Calvin would first suspect that the group of civil servants of the Tribunal who managed the books had their brains stolen by Tzeentch.

After all, this person was a traitor and heretic who could be ranked in the history of the empire, and he just put the other party's work here openly without any notes or control.

This really did not match the strength shown by the Tribunal in the past.

But whether the signature is real or not, Calvin is very curious about this special item that can represent an era in a sense.

After all, from his point of view, being able to read this book from the Great Crusade era in the 39K era itself gives him a wonderful sense of participation in witnessing some historical events.

If I have to describe this feeling, it is unexpectedly similar to the feeling of a boy flipping out his father's uniform and law enforcement records when he is alone at home.

But Calvin still has basic caution. For such a book about the Primarch, especially a fallen Primarch, with an unknown origin, it is never too careful when it is placed in front of you.

After all, if the signature on this book really belongs to the founder of the state religion, then this book itself should be a holy object or an evil object.

So after borrowing this book from the library one day, Calvin did not take it back to his residence.

He took the book all the way to the chapel next to the Paladins' training hall, placed it on the altar just below the holy shelf, and then carefully checked it several times with psychic power.

Fortunately, under such careful observation, this ancient artifact did not show any unusual features.

Calvin breathed a sigh of relief. This seemed to be a fake.

It was probably from the hands of an admirer of the Gene Father of the Word Bearers during the Legion period, or it might be the work of a legionary who had fought side by side with the 17th Legion and had contact with the Primarch.

In short, the owner of this book had no ability to resist the personal charm that the Primarchs were born with.

He seemed to have completely accepted the other party's personal charm and some of the views on the Emperor that came with it.

This can be seen from the traces of frequent reading of this book.

But Calvin did not agree with Lorgar's self-summary views in this book, except for the quotations of the Emperor himself.

He even thought it was ridiculous.

In his opinion, there was nothing worthy of sympathy about Lorgar's tragic life and destiny.

A pitiful person must have his hateful side. This is Calvin's evaluation of Lorgar.

Perhaps some people would say that he eventually laid the foundation for the initial faith of the state religion.

Or, will there be people who infer the cause from the result, and use the logic of success in street literature to evaluate the relationship between the state religion and him: for example, the state religion of the empire eventually became the ideal of the gene master of the Seventeenth Legion, and other nonsense.

Calvin sneered at this.

In his eyes, this so-called founder of the state religion, the first believer of the Emperor, is nothing more than a charlatan in the guise of faith, a sophisticated egoist in front of power, and a fraud among the people of the empire.

Otherwise, how can we explain why the faith he betrayed was as cheap and casual as when he was born.

Is there really a person who believes in the Emperor and regards the Emperor as a god. And then turns a blind eye to the edicts of the gods who repeatedly ordered the march?

What about the belief in God? What about the loyalty to God?

Is there really a person who regards the Emperor as a god, and this god did create him. When this god punishes him, he does not reflect on his mistakes at the first time, but complains and hates?

Let alone the only god he believed in, even if a father in the mortal world taught his child a lesson, the child would not think of killing his father first, right?

When the god he claimed to believe in wholeheartedly asked him to admit his mistakes, he not only did not obey the oracle to reflect on himself, but actually felt that kneeling was a shame because of his identity as an envoy who accepted the review on behalf of the god?

Is the identity of an envoy important? Didn't he represent the god he claimed to believe in at that time?

So what about his faith? What about his loyalty?

How could he be so fragile, even inferior to the father-son relationship in the mortal world?

So does his faith have prerequisites?

His faith must be in line with his interests for you to exist?

On the contrary, if it is not in line with his interests, he will betray without hesitation?

Even if the target of betrayal is the creator of your life and existence, the giver of honor and status?

So when your god, the father who created you, does not conform to your ideals or interests.

You don't want to reflect, don't want to review, what you think about is conspiracy and chaos?

It turns out that the faith of this gene primarch is actually a transaction in his eyes.

When the interests cannot satisfy him, faith can be turned into hatred so smoothly, right?

Really, a fragile and hypocritical faith...

Really, a sophisticated egoist...

This is Calvin's final view of this so-called founder of the state religion, just as Lorgar himself said in the Holy Word.

"The distinction between gods and demons depends on the position of the person at the time."

Explaining faith and loyalty so cheaply and utilitarian is the embodiment of the essence of this primarch.

Calvin has no intention of refutation of the rest of the views below.

Even saw the sentence that was said to prove "Horus's legality and sanctity":

"If a person can call on 10,000 Astartes with a wave of his hand;

If a person can lead these Astartes to take 10,000 worlds and give them the right to rule;

If a person can command millions of ships to sail to the sea of ​​stars with only a trace of will;

How can this person not be a god?"

Calvin can clearly see Lorgar's so-called "theory of gods of power only".

Isn't this the Warhammer version of the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China?

Isn't this the space version of "The emperor is the one with the strongest soldiers and horses?"

This strong sense of déjà vu gave Calvin an extremely absurd idea in his heart:

"Is there really nothing new under the sun?"

The clock of the Supreme Decree began to buzz in the public area, and the sound of the special frequency let Calvin know that the third eighth hour had arrived. Midnight has passed, and a new day has begun.

"Even dogs don't despise poor families..."

Calvin summed up his views on this "brother" in his mouth while putting the book on the desk.

He turned off the lamp on the table, and then turned and walked towards his bedroom.

He had at most 4 hours of rest time.

In four hours, the next round of staff work on the bridge would begin again.

And this was also the last day of his one-month duty plan in the staff sequence.

With the guarantee of participating in the basic work process of the warship throughout this round, Calvin had a very deep understanding of the operation of the warship.

Perhaps he was still far from those professionals who had undergone professional training.

But in terms of minimum ability, he could already be included in the commander's replacement option in times of crisis.

Calvin slowly closed his eyes on the steel bed, and his muscles and breathing slowly became relaxed and long as he meditated...

Just as he was about to fall into that black sleep, the direct broadcast of the bridge sounded in his room:

"Arbitrator Calvin, please rush to the bridge in standard combat status immediately after receiving the notice."

"Arbitrator Calvin, please rush to the bridge in standard combat status immediately after receiving the notice."...

Bronchitis, dilated. So I took a day off. Don't worry about me failing. My book's performance is really good with the support of my brothers. I have no reason to fail for any reason. But my cough is really serious. I had difficulty breathing in the second half of the night before yesterday, so I really can't stay up late. So I rested for two days.