Chapter 676: Missionary Assessment (2)

Kailuosi Jin did not pay attention to the accusing missionary, instead turning his gaze toward Heerfu and speaking in a serious tone.

"My Lord has already spoken to me about you. He said you have great potential. Let them come over; My Lord has many things to attend to, so I shall conduct their assessment this time."

"Yes, my lord."

Heerfu crossed his hands, performed a simple salute, and began to arrange the assessment for these 10 missionaries.

These were 10 new missionaries added by Yingzhou. After giving them 15 days to adapt to the situation here, he would conduct an assessment to see if they could cast off the shackles of religious faith.

If their religious faith had already reached a deep-rooted level, Yingzhou would not allow such missionaries to continue spreading faith to the natives on the Xiuluo Holy Star.

"Begin."

Kailuosi Jin and Weilasi sat on the chairs; Yingzhou had specially placed these chairs in every Xuanshidadang according to Angron's physique.

The answers from the first few missionaries did not elicit much of a reaction from Kailuosi Jin. Their answers were chaotic; according to the reference provided by Yingzhou, it indicated they needed more time to transform, so they could be given more time.

"Next."

Kailuosi Jin rested his Guardian Spear on the ground with his right hand, swept his gaze through his visor across the remaining three missionaries, and said in a flat tone.

A middle-aged missionary practically launched himself up. He walked quickly to the front of Kailuosi Jin, and with a "thud," his knees slammed heavily onto the ground, emitting a dull sound.

He raised his head high, his gray hair disheveled from excitement, flames of near-pathological fanaticism burning in his eyes, his voice so high-pitched it was nearly tearing.

"Glory to the Emperor! The light that walks upon the world!!"

He shrieked, his hands gripping the red robe on his body tightly, his knuckles twisted and deformed from the force, his body trembling violently from extreme excitement and awe.

"I will recite your holy name day and night, using flesh and blood as an Altar, and soul as firewood! Please..."

Hearing this declaration, Kailuosi Jin immediately interrupted the middle-aged missionary.

"Enough!"

Seeing the middle-aged missionary look at him in confusion, Kailuosi Jin pondered for a few seconds before speaking.

"Your faith is a fanaticism for power and a desire for destruction. This is not faith; it is self-gratifying zealotry. Unqualified."

The fanaticism on the middle-aged missionary's face instantly froze, twisting into disbelief, despair, and bewilderment.

He opened his mouth, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, but he could no longer utter a single word.

Seeing this, Kailuosi Jin waved his hand, letting Heerfu take the middle-aged missionary away.

"Next!"

Kailuosi Jin's gaze locked tightly onto the young missionary who had walked before him; at the very least, his eyes appeared exceptionally clear.

The missionary raised his head and, after thinking for a few seconds, said.

"At first, I did not understand why the Emperor wanted us to be assessed. I did not think my Loyalty was not pure enough; perhaps the Emperor had other intentions."

He paused, organizing his next words in his mind.

"The Emperor asked us to go and correct the thoughts of those survivors rescued from the hands of the Alien, wanting them to be able to walk out of the fear of being dominated by the Alien under the Emperor's leadership."

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, his gaze cast toward the hazy halo high in the hall, as if he saw a certain figure.

"In the days that followed, I would often hear those survivors discussing, 'The Emperor has come... the bugs have been beaten away, there is food, there is a place to live, we can survive.' Hearing these words, I seemed to understand the Emperor's intention."

The young missionary's voice rose slightly, carrying an unquestionable certainty.

"The Emperor still loves every Human as always. If we want to follow the Emperor's will, we must make changes ourselves!

Only then can we be worthy of the Loyalty we speak of!"

Kailuosi Jin gazed into the young missionary's eyes, unable to help but recall what the Emperor had said to him at the time.

"Lay down your arrogance... understand the shining points in ordinary people. Human Civilization... is precisely because of those shining points that it constantly falls and climbs back up."

Shining points...

That phrase, "worthy of the Loyalty we speak of," made Kailuosi Jin's thoughts turn.

It was not a prostration to divinity, not a thirst for power, but the most instinctive concern for the survival of one's own kind, the most simple trust and following of those who bring tangible change.

A silent power rooted in the soil, deep water flowing still, yet containing the resilience that supports civilization.

This was not a torch of fanaticism, but a tiny spark burning persistently in the darkness; not a thunderous war cry, but a silent torrent gathered by millions for the sake of survival.

Kailuosi Jin straightened his back, his fingers covered in golden armor tapping lightly on the cold stone table, emitting a crisp sound. His deep voice sounded again, and this time, the cold metallic texture seemed to melt a fraction, revealing an unprecedented, almost heavy approval:

"Your faith is precisely what the Emperor needs right now!"

Kailuosi Jin paused, clearly spitting out the final decision.

"Qualified."

The young missionary jerked his head up, the disbelief and bewilderment in his clear eyes first, followed by a massive, almost overwhelming joy surging out.

"Your duty is to be the echo of the hope the Emperor brings, not to create the noise of blind obedience.

Go and fulfill your mission, and spread the Emperor's will to more people!"

"Yes! My lord!"

The subsequent missionaries did not make Kailuosi Jin feel surprised anymore, until only Kailuosi Jin and Weilasi remained in the Xuanshidadang.

Kailuosi Jin was silent for a moment, whispering to himself.

"The faith of mortals... needs no thunderous slogans."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the stone walls, seeing those figures laboring, rebuilding, and struggling to live on in the defense zones.

"It is deeply planted in the soil, growing in every steady breath after suffering, condensed in the most simple kindness toward one's own kind... deep water flows still, possessing its own indelible power."

Kailuosi Jin raised his hand covered in golden armor, pressing it lightly against his breastplate, where the emblem of the Imperial Aquila was, which was also the symbol of his eternal duty as an Adeptus Custodes.

At this moment, this action carried a slightly different meaning.

"My Lord, I understand."

The deep voice finally returned to silence, leaving a long echo in the empty hall.

Weilasi moved a step closer to him silently; she raised one hand and made several gestures in front of her with extreme stability, the movements concise and clear.

What is seen, is true. Its light, faint yet constant.

Kailuosi Jin's golden helmet nodded slightly. He spoke no more, turned around, and left the Xuanshidadang with Weilasi.