Although it has undergone many modifications, the original appearance of the Flying Tallarn can still be vaguely discerned. She has undergone great changes over the centuries, such as the statues on the hull have multiplied - many of them travel in the warp.
It was carved out of marble during the process, in order to better judge the direction.
The ship's journey is timeless, spanning generations, and her mission is to spread the faith wherever she goes, by any means necessary.
Sometimes, she would send wandering penitents where they should go.
More often than not, her warehouse is filled with cultural relics and religious artworks. In order to ignite the flame of faith, she trades sacred items carefully, religiously, and respectfully.
Some treasures are only temporarily displayed, and the flying Tallarn will bring the sacred relics of this world for loyal believers to witness.
Billions of pilgrims will come from all over the world to view the saint's relics and the martyrs' shields.
Each exhibition lasts only a few weeks at most, making the pilgrimage a time-consuming exercise before the Flying Tallarn departs.
The next return may be in a year or a hundred years.
Belak then brought Pamphili from the lower deck to the center cabin of the ship.
When the Archbishop stepped into the hall, he immediately took a breath of joy.
"The great God Emperor..."
This place is very spacious. It no longer looked like the cargo hold of a cargo ship a long time ago. Now it looks more like a huge reliquary like the nave of a cathedral.
The light here is rich, warm, and soft, but not dim. The golden throne covering the huge ceiling mural seems to be spreading the glory of the throne to the galaxy.
A choir of one hundred people stood on the front level of the stand, and the singers' solemn hymns reverberated in the air.
The Archbishop walked back and forth among the gilded display cases displaying jeweled fingers, jaws resting on purple silk cushions, bronze hymns, the Archbishop's scepter and ornaments made of the sacred femur.
The captain saw the archbishop's expression and smiled.
"I'm glad you're happy with this, my lord."
"Happy?"
Pangfili looked at these holy objects and whispered:
"Mere pleasure is not appropriate, Captain, you have done your job so well that there are no words to describe it."
"I'm happy to be of service to you."
"Me too."
"Do you have any specific requests?"
"I'm not sure yet."
The Archbishop paused for a moment.
"There is no need to worry about security and rebellion at the moment. There are no signs of heresy in Valedo."
He sounded very confident when he said this. He believed that if such evil was spreading in his world, he would know about it.
Pamphili had always been vigilant that the control of the state church over the citizens must be unbreakable.
Of course, this is far from enough.
"People should integrate faith into their lives. They need to feel the light of the state religion again, and they need zeal."
"I understand, I hope you won't be angry? Lord Bishop... in fact? You are not the first person to make such a request, and we happen to be good at solving this kind of problem."
"How could I be angry? On the contrary I am happy."
"Okay? My usual advice in this situation is - I'm sure you've guessed it? - to exhibit artifacts in the capital."
"very good."
"So, would you like to personally select the cultural relics for exhibition?"
After that, the archbishop began to select cultural relics.
But after he passed hundreds of boxes in the aisles? His initial sense of wonder wore off.
He began to become frustrated and disappointed.
There is nothing wrong with these artifacts, but they are not special and there are too many mediocrities.
Perhaps he was expecting something so sublime, yet so vague, that no actual existing object could live up to his expectations.
Pamphili longed for a turn of events, he longed to tremble with awe, and he wanted to experience the fervor when the fire of faith was ignited in the hearts of his followers.
He needs a celebration worthy of being praised for hundreds of years, which will make his subsequent ascent journey smoother.
But nothing he saw reached such a state.
He felt solemn, awed? But he was not impressed. None of the relics here were special to him.
The captain felt a change in his mood.
"I'm sorry that our collection has disappointed you."
"it's not like that."
The archbishop waved his hand a little tiredly.
"It's hard for me to define what I want? It has to be unique, it has to be..."
He groped for his thoughts and said slowly:
"It must be beyond our imagination, and only then can we feel the divine touch of the Emperor's will."
The Archbishop sighed? Frustrated by the inability of words alone to express what was beyond his boundaries.
"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
The captain looked a little uneasy when he heard these words.
"I think so."
He said? His eyes flashed to the left involuntarily.
Pangfili caught this little movement? He looked in that direction.
There was an empty box a few yards down the aisle, so he approached it.
"What was in it?"
"A funerary mask."
The captain returned with a somewhat uneasy tone.
"Where is it? Is it a commodity?"
"No, this is a valuable item that will never be sold."
"Then where is it?"
The Archbishop insisted, feeling as if he had caught something.
"We've moved it to the storage room for now."
"What does temporary mean?"
"We will not display it until we can determine its provenance... It is an unidentified item, so it has no place among the artefacts here, and we tentatively believe it was recovered from a tomb at Plantium.
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"Isn't it destroyed there?"
"Indeed, the Terra Zerg invasion destroyed the planet, but we believe that the remains of some tombs are still valuable for excavation. We found an unknown holy book."
"Who is its owner?"
"Perhaps some bishop of Plantium."
"I still remember that miracles were said to have occurred in Plantium before its destruction?"
"I also remember that the bishop at that time wrote a holy book that praised the emperor and encouraged the believers. Encouraged by the holy book, the believers fought against the aliens for several months, and were eventually outnumbered."
"But the holy book was never found."
"Indeed, we cannot guarantee that this thing is the legendary holy book against Tyranids."
This ambiguity is frustrating, but it's also fascinating.
Pamphilly believed that this coincidence must mean something, so he made up his mind.
"I want to see that relic."
The captain shrugged after hearing this.
"I can't guarantee that what you see is real."
To the archbishop, this statement sounded perfunctory, and he was confused by the captain's answer, but then he concluded that what he saw was a clever businessman deliberately hiding something he had always wanted to show him.
"I understand, but I still want to see it."
It didn't matter whether Belak tried to test him or not, he was convinced that the wheel of fortune was turning.