Chapter 806 The Fear of the Gray Prophet

Imrik, who returned to Altdorf Palace, barely escaped death. Using force or reasoning against religious fanatics would only make them more determined in their faith, thinking that this was a test from the gods.

Not afraid of sacrifice and suffering, but consider it a necessary part of life, and actively seek out feelings that are difficult for ordinary people to accept.

The humbler the body is in the mortal world, the nobler the soul becomes. Human religions rarely require believers to pursue present happiness and satisfy their innate desires. Instead, in the name of sublimity, they suppress the most persistent thoughts in their hearts and use a kind of divinity. Replacing the animality of human nature.

Getting close to the gods means glory and salvation, and each family has its own method of how to get close, and each method has various branches.

At least many of the Sigma believers he met in Altdorf, Imric thought were too extreme. Perhaps this could suppress the growth of the empire's chaotic forces, but in the end it also made the empire's religious circles look like humans and ghosts. .

But looking at it from another perspective, the Church of Sigmar at least gives the people of the empire a choice, which is to accept the belief in the twin-tailed comet, use self-sacrifice as the keynote, and launch an uncompromising attack on heretics.

But if it is the Chaos Gods, they will not give anyone a choice. In their eyes, the mortal world is just a game, a game that is used as a mood adjustment besides the great game.

Since it is a game, there is no need to give the lives in it any choice.

Phyllis patted her swollen chest with lingering fear. Many people had read the "General Knowledge of the Sigmar Empire" published by Teclis, but even though the book clearly mentioned that the religious fanaticism in the empire was a bit extreme, the maid was still worried. Breaking did not expect that someone would commit suicide and martyrdom in such an important ceremony.

She took a sip of the tea on the table, moistened her throat, and sighed.

"I have heard many colleagues who come to the empire to do business mention things about religious fanaticism, but I have never thought that it is so extreme. Its level of perversion is comparable to the followers of the Dark Prince."

"In a dark world, extreme methods are always needed to comfort the empty heart. When walking alone in the dark forest, there may always be a self-deception-like inspiration that emerges in their hearts, allowing them to voluntarily embark on this path of no return."

Imrik, who was briefly moved by emotion, did not delve too much into the matter. Just be crazy, and he is not one of his own people. As long as the Church of Sigmar has a firm belief in fighting chaos, he is a good comrade.

We all have a common enemy, so why can't we be tolerant of each other's minor flaws?

Although he said this, Imrik also made up his mind that he would never allow a large-scale Sigmar Church to appear in Caledor.

The empire's many territories brought with it a variety of thoughts. Before Sigma's disappearance, he had no one to believe in his own religion, so he could only let future generations explain it.

Today there is an order that hopes to have a friendly relationship with the elves, and tomorrow there may be a group of heresy-excluding organizations similar to witch hunters, which must be resisted resolutely.

But the ability of the Battle Priest seems to be good. As for the Shield of Faith that appears when Magnus shouts the name of Sigmar, it is as strong as Gorok's turtle shell, a typical counterattack player after being beaten.

Putting aside his thoughts about the Church of Sigmar for the time being, Imric looked at the maid with interest and joked,

"I said that the Empire has nothing in common with the Southern Kingdom. Reikland is already considered the most civilized place. If we move to the east and north...are you still prepared to go?"

Phyllis puffed up her cheeks and sat on the sofa without saying a word, sulking. She admitted that she was a burden in the four-person visiting team. Perhaps her experience in practicing martial arts for many years would not be inferior to that of any outstanding warrior, but with her peers Compared with the three of them, they are still far inferior.

But what made her most angry was the prince's attitude towards her as a flower vase. Since resigning as the head of the intelligence department, Imric has increasingly regarded the Iron Lady as a maid.

Looking at the sulking maid, Imric did not comfort her, but calmed down after a while. He had made her angry so many times before, but now she was not by his side.

Then he asked Mi Shan, who had been waiting for a long time, "Do you have any clues about the person you are looking for?"

Mishan shrugged and said that the task had been completed, "As a nobleman, Laszlo is hiding in the manor outside Altdorf. I have used some reasonable methods to make him understand that he must come to see you."

Laszlo von Carstein, Vlad's important spy in Altdorf.

As an ancestor of vampires who is well versed in politics, the head of the family is very concerned about the situation of the empire. Even now, he is still in a corner of the southern desert, and he is still thinking about when Magnus will die.

And this Laszlo was the contact person designated by Vlad.

Although this vampire doesn't really want to see Imrik...

"There is no rush in this matter. Compared to what Vlad did in the southern desert, I believe that Laszlo must have relevant information about Altdorf's sewers. Even if he doesn't have it now, he will have it immediately."

Mishan maintains an indifferent attitude. He is just a small transparent figure responsible for passing orders. Although the posture of pressing the vampire's neck is a bit domineering, he can still complete the job smoothly, no matter it is the last time or the next time.

He did not carry a halberd, but only a sword tied around his waist. He nodded and left, ready to explore the manor that Laszlo had worked so hard for a long time.

Phyllis came back to her senses and heard the exchange between the two clearly, and asked with confusion,

"Are you going to exterminate the rats in Altdorf's sewers yourself? Seriously, don't do that, I, as a maid, will find it disgusting."

"No, I don't like the environment in the sewers. Leave this matter to Leo. I have done my duty. If he is too stupid..." Imrik stopped talking, paused for a while and finally Or say it out loud,

"Perhaps I should consider contacting Reikland again after a hundred years. Now, prepare yourself. After the Twin-Tailed Comet Ceremony is over, we will set off for Nunn. The final work will be handed over to the embassy, ​​and you will be responsible for liaison on related matters."

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The rats are restless. Every time the loud bell rings above their heads, the care of the Great Horned Rat becomes a little farther away. The Gray Prophet who leads the Altdorf underground city will be very angry at this time.

But this time, the Altdorf Skaven Underground City became extremely quiet.

The black-faced assassin brought information that the prince of elf stuff, designated as the number one assassination target by the Demon Rat Council, had arrived in Altdorf.

In the wooden room shrouded in green fluorescence, the Gray Prophet, wearing a ruby ​​badge on his chest, took a deep breath of dimensional stone powder, intending to bring his consciousness closer to that of the Horned Rat, hoping that the Great Horned Rat's divine power could dispel the evil in his heart. fear.

Yes, the rats have developed a fear of the Elf Toy Prince.

Today, the actual control area of ​​the Thirteen-person Parliament has shrunk sharply with the change of ownership of Sartusa. Many deeply hidden dark tunnels have been found and destroyed by a group of elves who believe in the Forked Snake.

The Skaven clan in Tilea has been wiped out, and the escapees have become food for other clans to satisfy their hunger.

And all this was brought by the Prince of Elf Toys! It was he who destroyed the Pestilen clan, it was he who made the dragon fly near the Blight Swamp, it was he who let the cold-blooded snakes enter the cave...

It was he who made the Council of Thirteen dare not mention his reputation, and only dared to use the metaphor of the master of flying scales.