In the desert of Colchis, life is always a struggle.
As on many of the most arid worlds in the Empire, the native creatures of Colchis have always found ways to adapt to the harsh climate changes. For the humans who settled here, their way of fighting nature was with wisdom and technology.
Almost every coastal city has huge water filtration facilities. In addition to solving the problem of human domestic water, they are also used to irrigate agriculture and deal with seasonal flooding problems. Since the length of a standard Colchis year is longer than A standard Terran year is several times longer. These huge dams that can store seasonal floods are one of the miracles of engineering. Their size and scale can even be comparable to the size of an asteroid. They are trillions of tons in size. The water is stored as a source of water for irrigating the land during droughts and represents the source of life for all humans.
The Holy City, Gray Flower City, is a great city-state built on hard work and hard work. It draws on the sacred water source given by the [Holy Spring], and uses the tenacious nature of life to fight against those cruel winds and sands.
Rich and magnificent farmland stretches out from the majestic city wall, and many of them are hard-working farmers who have settled here. They live an ancient and hard-working life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, just like people in countless other agricultural worlds. Likewise, their residences are distributed across the entire land, even to the extent that the [Holy Spring] cannot provide food.
This is another manifestation of the sanctity of human beings - they rely on science and wisdom to defeat nature.
But even so, the huge deserts that spread across the entire plate still symbolize the harsh environment of Colchis. If it were not the home planet of the Primarch, such a world would probably be destroyed after hundreds of tithe collections by the empire. And then have the environment as an agricultural world.
Needless to say, Colchis is a hungry world.
Depending on the speaker, this sentence can be accompanied by a smile or a curse. But in any case, the meaning contained in this sentence is absolutely true: the continent of Colchis maintains hunger and thirst in a natural and wild state, which together breeds the hope of life and the despair of death.
Therefore, for other life forms, due to their lack of ability to affect the surrounding environment, adaptation and evolution proceed simultaneously - this seems to indicate that some too huge power seems to have visited tens of millions of years ago to explain the world. Contradictions are everywhere.
In this barren and barren world of sand, dry scrubland is particularly common. Many plants have a thick layer of hair on their leaves, which can absorb and retain more water from rare rainfalls and also resist desiccation. of strong wind.
It can be seen that Colchis has extremely high requirements for the growth of plants. Every life born in this world full of death is great, unyielding and unique.
Over the years, Imperial scholars have tried to classify the many incomprehensible plants on Colchis, but due to the strange and unpredictable environment on Colchis, these strange properties were quickly ignored.
In addition to the rose, a wild flower that grows in the desert, it is of great significance to the people of Colchis and symbolizes the admiration of beauty and perseverance by the people of Colchis throughout the ages.
No matter how small the existence of the rose, no Colchisian will ignore its existence.
The rose flower blooms with flexible thick leaves of silver, white and gray, all of which are to reflect more of the sun's glare. It hinders its own photosynthesis in the name of survival, and it also seems to never cast its eyes on the past and future. Sight of the Colchis.
The delicate and beautiful roses are gifts between lovers and decorations for weddings and festivals. Gardeners who cultivate and take care of roses are respected by the people just like teachers and priests.
Across the balconies throughout the city, and especially on the spire where the Covenant is located, vast hanging gardens of white and silver flowers contrast with the brown stone walls.
Vaharadish - was the imperial name given to the capital of Colchis, which was enthusiastically and proudly called the Holy City in the religious sermons of the ruling class.
But to the people of Colchis, Vaharadish will always be the City of Gray Flowers.
As the Seventeenth Legion returned to their homeland, the broad streets were filled with cheering crowds, and when the first Stormbird, a golden buzzard, roared to land in the Spire Temple, crowds of people They flocked to see their primarch and the Word Bearers return with him.
In just one day, the news that Lorgar had returned to Colchis with the Word Bearers spread throughout the major city-states on the planet.
The devout believers walked out of their homes with tears of gratitude and worshiped the shadow of the huge fleet in the sky, because even after decades, some of them still believed in the man who brought a utopia of tranquility and peace to science. The son of the god Erchis.
Ever since the golden-armored Messiah came to the world and took Lorgar away from Colchis, they had been waiting for so long in countless days and nights of devout prayer. All they hoped for was the power of the god. Sown again on the land of Colchis.
Yes, they have been waiting for too long to come into contact with the gods again, with reverence in their hearts. Although the underdeveloped transportation in Colchis resulted in only a few noble forces being able to take the spaceship to the holy city where the Primarch came again, the enthusiasm of these people would not dissipate even half a bit. They built buildings in major cities one after another. Various religious carnivals and fanatical festivals with singing and dancing have been decided to be held today:
The dull bells are heard in the ancient temples, and the pious prayers are echoed in the luxurious churches. Compared with the perfect city of the past, the glory of religion and belief once again shines in this feudal world. .
Just like when [God] came from the starry sky to pick up his Son for the first time.
Only this time, the Holy Son who was born in Colchis returned to the hometown that nurtured him, which seemed to symbolize that the great cause of conquering the stars had made new progress - everyone wanted to know the stories in those stars, and was The sacred songs of praise, the pilgrimage of burly warriors, and the flowers of reason blooming throughout the galaxy, the holy city called the "Perfect City".
Curiosity and reverence drove people's pace, causing them to flock to the city where the Primarch came again. They wanted to witness the sacred brilliance with their eyes and listen to the holy words with their ears. .
Even though the ancient belief in starry sky worship has long been burned down in the six years of war in the past, the power of religion still pervades the people of Colchis, and the truth of the empire has obviously not taken root deeply in this religious world.
They may know that the rationality preached by the Human Empire is not consistent with the idealism believed in by the Colchians, but the tacit approval from the Holy Son Lorgar allowed them to selectively ignore the atheism highlighted by the Empire's truth, and put that The power of faith that has been accumulated for a long time is thrown into the starry sky.
Then, the swaying gray flower bloomed with poisonous buds.
Pollution that has been latent for a long time is now growing.
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Let's make a transition, and after two chapters, we'll transform into a monster and come out for fun.
Then it’s time to take Lorgar to the Eye of Terror instance.
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