Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"You told us that war was inevitable, that the undead wanted to destroy our entire race."

"But what is the reality? As you showed with that idiot's ring from the Court of Assassins, they did not want to start a war. It was the Tyrones who provoked them to provoke the war. It was the Tyrones who rejected any possibility of peace!"

"You are either stupid and deceived, or you are completely leaning towards the Tyrones and you are not with us at all!"

The five High Lords took turns questioning Guilliman.

Faced with these questions, Guilliman just sat in his seat and looked at the smooth floor of the High Lords Council Hall.

And when everyone was waiting for his reaction, Guilliman spoke slowly and calmly.

"I do lean toward the Tyrones."

"If there are no foreign enemies, I will refuse to appear in front of the world after I wake up and go to Talona."

"Buy a piece of land in the agricultural world, buy agricultural machinery, and produce advanced crops that must be cultivated in soil, such as tobacco and raw materials for pharmaceuticals."

Guilliman stared straight at the floor.

"I was in the cockpit of a bipedal agricultural machine under the scorching sun, shirtless, with a white towel around my neck."

"When the agricultural machinery was dragging several tons of grass along the farmland, I looked up at the sun above my head, and then took a big sip of the sparkling drink from the freezer under my seat."

"It's like this all year round."

When the Primarch uttered these shocking words, only those who truly knew him knew that he did not mean it.

Guilliman's dreams were actually different from those of the Emperor.

He wanted to spend his life contentedly in a world called Sota in the Ultramar sector, bare-backed, basking in the sun, and carelessly cutting grass with a scythe, all year round.

Thinking of this, Guilliman raised his head and his eyes fell on the face of the host of the Astronomical Hall: "If I don't have to, I won't stay with you damn people for even half a second."

As the last syllable of this sentence fell, the original body rushed to the host of the Star Hall like a blue shadow in everyone's eyes.

Guilliman did not bring any weapons when he entered Terra, so at this time he just reached out and grabbed the head of the host, and pulled the powerful psyker's head from his spine with a gentle force.

When the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum subconsciously drew his gun, Guilliman reached into the chest of the host's corpse, pulled out a section of ribs and threw it out, piercing the head of the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum.

After killing two men, the Primarch's eyes fell on the Ambassador Navigator.

"Don't think we are unprepared for this!" The Navigator Ambassador opened his third eye, and a message was transmitted from him to the outside, "Do you think a demigod like you is prepared for everything and takes his time? Do you think we will be as defenseless as ants?"

"What can you do?" Guilliman asked calmly, then his eyes flashed fiercely and he roared fiercely: "Tell me! Tell me what confidence you have to survive the excommunication you deserve for your betrayal. !”

It was not words that answered Guilliman, but the warriors who stormed into the halls of the High Lords' Council.

Soldiers, all wearing imitation power armor and led by members of the Navigator family with three eyes, filled the entire High Lords Council Hall in an instant.

The Pope, who had just woken up from a coma, wanted to call out to his guards, but he found that his guards were among those who rushed in, but their eyes were glowing with an abnormal purple light.

Not only the Pope, but others also found their own security in the troops that rushed in.

Whether they are willing or under psychic control, they are all here with guns pointed at them.

At this moment, the divided state of the High Lords Council has been revealed from its position.

The Pope, who picked up the scepter and gritted his teeth, prepared to fight, stood in front of the original body. The Grand Master of the Assassins took out a pile of weapons from the chair, as well as the representatives of the Tribunal and the Foundry General. These people stood behind the original body.

Except for the remaining three supreme ministers who had met with Imotek and stood on the opposite side, the rest were all confused and crowded together, but these people were also relatively close to the original body.

"Just these people?" Guilliman glanced at the warriors who rushed in. "How many seconds can they survive in this world?"

The Navigator Ambassador looked back at the warriors behind him: "There will be more soldiers coming, as well as the Navigators who were replaced by iron lumps due to your stupid actions, and the fleet of the Navigator family. Maybe I We can’t survive, but it doesn’t matter, we can die together.”

"You are quite well prepared." Guilliman sneered, "Preparation for this betrayal."

"This is not betrayal, this is salvation, saving the entire human race from you, the so-called regent." The ambassador said.

"Don't put gold on your face. Admitting that you just want to live can make you look more magnanimous. You are a psyker. You know better. You also know whether those iron skeletons are as peaceful as they say. ." Guilliman retorted.

The navigator ambassador opened his mouth, closed it again, thought for a few seconds, and then spoke again: "I have been preparing for this day for a long time. It will take time for the Imperial Army to get here, and the Phalanx and the Imperial Fist Chapter have to figure out everything before Won't let your people enter the solar system, the Tyrones can't quench their thirst far away, and if I just expect us to die together, that's obviously easy to do."

Hearing this, Guilliman had only one feeling in his heart, and that was that he understood why the Emperor hated psykers.

It is not easy for these people to bring their own people into Terra, but they are psychics, and they can let a person who is obviously an armed person pass in front of the Terra star port inspector without being discovered.

For a powerful psyker like the Master of the Astrology Hall who has a tradition of bringing soulless souls to suppress his own psychic abilities in every term, it would not be difficult to move an army to Terra out of thin air - if the Eye of Terror is still there, But now he just needs to put in some effort.

Psychic energy itself is a distortion and interference of reality. It does not follow any rules, and conventional means cannot prevent it.

But in Guilliman's view, he could also find a force that could bypass the solar system and Terra's various defenses and directly intervene in the current situation, even if he did not bring the Tigurias Think Tank with him.

"You pose no threat." Guilliman looked back at the statue of the Emperor. "Perhaps with someone's blessing, the most powerful psyker among you was killed by me before he could do anything. As long as this threat does not exist. , you are just at the mercy of others.”

"Why? With a corpse sitting on the throne?" The ambassador also looked at the emperor's statue, "Come on, if he can do anything, I won't even have a chance to stand in front of you."