Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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After Qin Mo talked with Szarak and left, a ship suddenly arrived in the Orps sector and came to a wild and primitive star system.

Then this ship that seemed to be the Imperial Navy suddenly opened an energy channel in the void. After passing through the channel, the ship arrived at another galaxy that was as wild and primitive as the one just now, but there was a stone monument standing in the center of the galaxy.

Imperial Navy ships use energy to activate the stele, a process similar to sending a signal for the owner of the stele to receive it.

Then the stele opened on its own initiative, and a rift leading to another independent dimension was opened.

The "Imperial Navy" ship entered it, and the energy field around the ship suddenly dissipated, causing the ship to reveal its true colors.

It was a half-moon shaped ship.

Within the dimension, the technical craftsmen of the Casa Dynasty are closing the passage for the Half-Moon ship to enter the dimension and directing the ship to dock in the star port.

The people inside the ship have followed a green light directly to a corner of the tomb world of the Casa Dynasty.

After the green light dissipated, the undead overlord standing in the dots of light slowly turned his head and scanned the surroundings.

If Qin Mo had not left the Casa Dynasty to talk to Szarak, then he would have discovered that the owner of the ship that entered the tomb world of the Casa Dynasty was actually Trazin who had gone to help Szarak before.

Trazin the Endless' eyes were fixed on the entrance of this small tomb.

The high-level forging master of the Kassa Dynasty, who was equivalent to the King of France, walked into the tomb alone.

The two faced each other, eye to eye.

After a few seconds of silence, Tucamon suddenly stepped forward and hugged Trazin.

"My best friend!"

"After I woke up, I sent someone to invite you to the resurrection celebration, but you came first. Do you know how happy I was when I heard the technical craftsman report that you arrived at the dimensional access point on a ship to apply for entry?"

Hearing Tucamon's warm words, Trazin simulated emotions such as joy and friendship. It has no soul and cannot feel these freely like a normal creature.

But it was just the simulated emotions that Trazin cherished.

The overlord of another dynasty of the undead gently patted Tucamon on the back: "Sorry, this is not my body. My body is beside the King of Silence. You know, the situation is unpredictable now."

"Then why are you here? At such an important moment, your consciousness is not where your body is." Tucamong asked tentatively.

Trazin was silent, and it walked along the road in the small tomb with ease.

Before the entire race fell into slumber, it had visited the tomb world of the Kasa Dynasty more than once.

It doesn't require stealing anything, because these craftsmen are happy to trade their creations after getting paid, rather than clinging to what they have for unknown reasons.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Casa dynasty, those rare and exquisite gadgets are not treasures, or perhaps they are so used to losing that they are flattered when someone is willing to trade fairly with them.

Mere trade was not enough to establish a relationship between Trazyn and Tucamon, who had been the most friendly of playmates when they were flesh-and-blood creatures called Necrontyrs.

Because of yet another failure in revenge, the then-young Tucamon was mortgaged to Solemnas as a hostage with Trazin, the next lord of Solemnas.

"look."

When the two walked outside the tomb, Tucamong pointed his hand towards the sky.

In the sky, above the capital tomb world where the two of them were located was a huge world engine.

Countless beetles and construction craftsmen are painting on it, shaping an incredibly magnificent building.

"The God of Forging has returned."

"Its temple world has long been destroyed in the hands of Imotek, the Little Wind King, but we will re-build a temple world, and it will have a more magnificent temple."

"This is a beautiful era. Kasa's enemies have declined, and the likes of the God of Forge have also weakened. This dynasty and this god will no longer survive in the cracks."

The words coming from Tucamon's vocal device allowed Trazin to interpret the emotion of joy.

Trazin's brain simulated the feeling of trance.

At this time, there are still similar people who believe in the Star God. This is simply an incredible thing.

But ultimately, it is just that even though the Star God who casts it also has the extreme coldness and cruelty of its kind, it does not wantonly kill and vent its desire for destruction like other Star Gods, or casually eat hundreds of millions of people to satisfy it. own appetite.

The Casa dynasty has paid the price for their beliefs more than once, but they have also reaped the benefits more than once.

At least the Forger, who doesn't kill and eat at will, is predictable in most situations. Even if it is still as cruel and bloodthirsty as its kind at times, it at least knows to find a reason.

"The Forger is indeed a unique Star God. It is not as weak as the Mimic and the Narrator. It is weak enough that it was forced to learn to cooperate and coexist, but it is not as cruel as the Star Gods of the same level."

Trazin said his judgment on the forger calmly.

And when it finished saying this, when Tucamong expressed its approval, the Endless One added another sentence that made Tucamong suspicious.

"Whether it was the former caster or the current caster, it was completely different from what it is now, but it is indeed unique enough, there is no doubt about it."

Tucamong trembled when he heard these words.

Trazin moved his eyes away from the temple world and looked at his best friend.

Tucamon asked: "Formers past and present, what does 伱 mean?"

"Hahahaha." Trazin chuckled twice, "You have seen it before, don't tell me you didn't notice its difference."

Tucamong recalled it for a moment, then fell silent.

As Trazin said, Tucamun, a high-level forging master, truly felt that the Forger was different from the god.

What exactly is different, I can't tell.

"Do you remember Orikan?" Trazin mentioned this old enemy.

"Orican, that astrologer." Tucamon nodded, "The old bastard is still thinking about ascending to godhood?"

"Yes." Trazin nodded, "Orican wants to ascend into an existence similar to the Star God. It has been working hard for this for a long, long time, and the forger you saw..."

Hearing this, Tucamong suddenly thought of what Trazin wanted to express.

The high-level forging master retreated subconsciously.

Trazin did not stop speaking, and told it clearly what his friend had already thought: "The Forger you see now is the ultimate vision Orikan wants to realize - one who ascends to become a god. Creature, except that this creature is not Orikan or one of our compatriots, but a human being."