Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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The blinding night sky enveloped the tribe of the great chief of the Eagle Kingdoms.

When thunder and lightning exploded in the night sky, the entire tribe and the mountains where the tribe was located were illuminated in an instant, and then the sound of thunder slowly reached the ears of everyone on the ground.

Many people in the tribe walked out of their shelters that looked like fur tents but were able to survive tornadoes and sandstorms, looking up at the unnatural thunder and lightning in the night sky and listening to the roar of thunder and lightning.

As more and more people came out of their residence, the chief was also attracted by the crowd's exclamations. He put on his coat and went among his tribesmen, standing with them and looking up at the thunder and lightning in the sky.

This kind of thunder and lightning is very unnatural and appears very suddenly in the night sky.

This is a sight that the tribal people have not seen for a long time.

Only the shamans in the tribe know where this thunder and lightning comes from. It is not a natural phenomenon. The psychic fluctuations it is filled with reveal that it appears only because of the will of a powerful psyker.

When everyone was shocked, another thunder and lightning fell from the sky and struck the plain far away from the tribe.

The rushing electric light illuminated the night sky, and the people in the tribe who were attracted by the thunder saw a tall figure appearing on the plain.

Another bolt of lightning struck a place closer to the tribe, and the tall figure appeared again among the lightning.

"Enemy attack!"

The tribesmen who reacted from the shock roared and rushed back to their homes, taking out the weapons they had obtained from collecting the ruins of humankind's past.

The tribesmen formed formations according to custom and gathered together.

The chief of the Eagle Kingdom stood in front of the line formed by the tribesmen. He turned a deaf ear to the concerns of the young people behind him. He just stood there and quietly watched the approaching thunder and lightning on the plain. Tall figure.

The figure is getting closer.

Until another bolt of lightning struck the entrance of the tribe, and the lightning illuminated the night sky again, and the tribesmen could clearly see the specific appearance of the tall figure.

It was a golden-armored giant holding a halberd, wearing golden armor, and a towering war helmet.

The giant no longer approached with the roar of thunder and lightning. It looked ahead, walked into the tribe, and slowly approached the tribesmen.

The giant did nothing, he just walked forward.

But this movement is smooth but full of oppression, because he is too tall compared to normal people, has more sophisticated equipment than the terrifying cyborgs of the Moranson Alliance, and his movements reveal indifference and calmness.

Finally, the golden-armored giant came to a position less than five steps away from the great chief and stopped.

The tribesmen subconsciously took a step back, their expressions changing from vigilance to fear.

The great chief looked at the golden-armored giant, and the violently trembling hands behind his back betrayed the same fear beneath his calm surface as his people.

"Why are you here?"

"Who do you represent?"

The great chief forced his voice to be less trembling, and asked these two sentences with more courage than when he and the former chief were fighting.

The golden-armored giant remained motionless and looked at them silently.

It seemed that he felt that these trembling mortals in front of him were pitiful enough, or maybe he felt that he did not need to observe these people too much. In short, he took action.

In silence, the head of a Moranson Alliance reformed warrior was taken out from behind by the golden-armored giant, and he stretched out his hand to show it to the mortals in front of him.

Even if the head that was bigger than a cannonball was seen by a mortal, no mortal would think that the head was removed from another mortal's body.

The brand on the head and forehead further proves that it was a warrior of the Moranson Alliance before it was separated from the neck.

What the great chief and his people know better is that as long as a team of reformed warriors from the Moranson Alliance comes over, with only five people, they can slaughter the tribe completely, even the flesh and blood of women and children. Eaten clean by them.

The giant in golden armor needs no introduction.

The thunder and lightning in the sky and the heads of the reformed warriors have spoken a lot for him.

"You come from the Himalayas." When the chief spoke, he glanced at the shoulders of the golden-armored giant, which was engraved with a two-headed eagle with thunder and fire extending all over its body.

He was a little confused.

Last time, it was an eagle with only one head and no flame symbol.

The warchief didn't know much, and he didn't know that the person in front of him who killed the reformed warriors of the Moranson Alliance they feared was called the Forbidden Army. These people had lived in ignorance and darkness for too long after mankind fell to the bottom. To put it bluntly, the golden-armored giant in front of him was not a creation of genetic science, but the spokesperson of the gods.

"..." The imperial soldier who was considered the spokesperson of the gods remained silent.

His eyes looked directly at everyone in front of him, and even the smallest muscle in the hand holding the halberd was ready to use force.

The visual observer on the helmet allowed him to see the possible motion trajectories of all the molecules and atoms in front of him at the same time.

In silence, the imperial soldiers only gave these people two choices.

"Praise to Thunder." The chief knelt down and bowed to the ground.

The tribesmen behind him wisely realized that there was a choice that did not require constant fear, and they also knelt on the ground along with their chief.

The Forbidden Soldier looked down at the people in front of him. He slowly turned sideways, crushed the head of the reformed warrior in his hand, and then pointed away with his bloody finger.

Another thunder and lightning fell from the sky.

This time the lightning illuminated a very far place.

At the fingertips of the imperial army, the vague shadow of a mountain appeared where the lightning was strongest.

As the thunder spread to everyone's ears, the shadow of the mountain and the thunder were hidden by the night.

But the chiefs and tribesmen already know where the forbidden army, which they consider to be the messengers of gods, is pointing - the Himalayas.

They also understood the metaphor of the mountain being shown and revealed by thunder and lightning.

"Prepare supplies!" The chief stood up from the ground and barked an order to his people, "Give me the supplies, manpower, and gifts to go to the Himalayas... Everything I need, now, immediately!"

The entire tribe of technological barbarians came into operation instantly.

A large amount of supplies were transferred from the warehouse, and strong young men pulled the carriages to load the supplies. The treasures passed down from generation to generation in the tribe were personally carried on the backs of the strongest warriors in the tribe.

A large tribute procession was gathered.

Before joining the group and heading to the Himalayas, the Warchief looked at the Custodes soldiers and wondered if what he was doing was what this divine messenger intended.

Of course, he could not observe any expression on the face of the Imperial Guard.

The Imperial Guard didn't say anything. He turned around slowly, leaving everyone with a majestic figure from behind.

Then thunder fell from the sky, the night was briefly illuminated and then returned to darkness. The Forbidden Army disappeared from everyone's sight, as if they had never appeared.