Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Go build a reserve force that can handle the most extreme situations."

"The human part of me doesn't blame you for what happened in the Second Reich."

As Guilliman thought, he felt the Emperor's head peeking out from behind him, a unique form of telepathy.

The human Emperor possessed by Vanessa really appeared silently behind Guilliman.

Hearing his father's human words, Guilliman turned his head and looked at Vanessa's eyes that were releasing golden light: "You can't represent all your will."

"But most wills know your difficulties as well as I do." The Emperor said, "Of course, I know that you heard hurtful words when you went to the Golden Throne after your return, such as cursing you as a thief and a traitor, blaming you What I did with Sanguinius and Lion, but there was a part of my will that was not normal, and I had been tortured by the Golden Throne for too long."

At this time, the communication between Guilliman and Qin Mo was still maintained.

"I haven't seen you for a while." Qin Mo raised his hand to say hello.

"It's not just for a while. I haven't seen you for decades." The emperor frowned, "You didn't say a word when you took those star gods to collect the fragments. I searched for you in the star area twice and couldn't find anyone. I just ran out and did my own thing.”

"I'm really grateful that you didn't wander around Tailong for decades, otherwise I don't know when I would have discovered the conspiracy of those high lords and skeletons."

"You're welcome, it should be."

After exchanging words with Qin Mo, the Emperor looked at Guilliman again: "Do what you should do, I support you."

"Father..." Guilliman looked at the Emperor, his body trembling slightly.

"Don't be moved too early." The emperor raised his hand, "I can only support you verbally, because now the subspace has not interfered with reality to a high degree. I can't just parachute the Cursed Legion, and of course I can't. I will appear in front of some people in the empire to support you."

Hearing this, Guilliman's moved expression gradually subsided and was replaced by a question: "I thought you stayed by my side because you were determined to interfere with the rule of the empire!"

"I have other things to do." The Emperor floated up and patted Guilliman's head gently. "This is so that I don't stay on Terra and interfere with you, not because of other things. You know, if the Empire doesn't If you accept my current image, you have to find a way to deal with my problems. If you accept it, your authority will decrease, so you have to be considerate of me."

Guilliman looked Vanessa's body up and down, thought for a moment, and said, "Your image is indeed unconvincing, but if you add the approval of all the original bodies and you yourself appear a few more times, it might be enough." ”

"Are you serious?" said the Emperor. "All the primarchs and apparition deeds jointly prove that the golden and strong saint ten thousand years ago has become a little girl. You are happy with it and I am not happy with it."

Guilliman wanted to say something else, but was blocked by the Emperor.

"I'll say a few nice words to you but you're dragging me into dealing with the mountain of mess here on Terra."

"Don't push yourself too far. Hurry up and arrange a small, fast ship for your father. I still have my own things to do."

After saying this, the Emperor slapped Guilliman hard on the back of the head.

Guilliman rubbed the back of his head, muttered quietly and left.

"The shortcomings of your human will are the weaknesses of mortals. You also have weaknesses such as escaping." Qin Mo said.

"Hmm, you're right." The emperor nodded, "If you don't like it, throw me back to the subspace."

Qin Mo sighed and reached out to cut off the communication.

"Wait." The emperor suddenly insisted.

Qin Mo stared at the emperor and listened silently.

The golden eyes cast their gaze upwards and then to the floor. After hesitating for a long time, he said: "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Qin Mo asked.

"Everything," the Emperor answered.

Qin Mo smiled and stretched out his hand to cut off the communication again, but this time he hesitated: "You said you have something important, what are you going to do? There won't be any riddles waiting for us to figure out, right?"

"The person who is close to the ink is the darkest. It is difficult for people who stay with you to become the Riddler, so I really didn't hide it." The emperor slowly shook his head, "I am in the real universe, and my ability to use psychic powers after the Golden Crusade is not as good as before. Before, I could only get bits and pieces of information from other wills.”

"The message I've been given recently is simply go somewhere."

"A galaxy called Barron."

Qin Mo was thoughtful and finally cut off the communication.

…

the other side.

Eisenhorn held a book with a sealed demon, his apprentice fell into his arms, and his followers stood behind him.

The female soulless named Bei Kun held Eisenhorn's arm tightly and looked ahead in fear.

Everyone was extremely nervous.

A psychic Titan is killing everyone. Every time the earth trembles, the Titan gets one step closer.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?" Bei Kun held up Eisenhorn's face, her expression changing from fear to determination. It was obvious that she was going to do something to stop the Titan.

Eisenhorn looked at Bekun blankly.

Bei Kun turned around and left, rushing towards the psychic Titan alone.

Eisenhorn subconsciously wanted to stop him. At this moment, everything around him came to a standstill. Everyone in this scene became expressionless and turned their heads to stare at the face of the judge.

"Go to Barron." Bekun said, turning around.

"Go to Barron." Eisenhorn lowered his head suddenly and saw his apprentice staring at him expressionlessly, repeating a place named Barron.

"Go to Barron."

"..."

That's what everyone is saying.

The roar from the psychic Titan made Eisenhorn's ears ring in the ears, and this voice was also "Go to Barron".

Eisenhorn felt himself falling into an abyss, and then woke up suddenly. His chest heaved violently, breathing heavily, and he looked around in panic and confusion.

This is a utility room that has not yet been cleaned in the ship of a Lord Inquisitor of the Inquisition.

After Eisenhorn looked around clearly, he remembered that he had just had a nightmare.

But what he didn't understand was that the scene in the nightmare was the battle long ago that led to Bei Kun being sent into the stasis field. It wasn't the first time he had dreamed about this, but this time everyone was telling him repeatedly Go to a place called Barron.

This is prophetic revelation.

Eisenhorn relied on experience and subconsciously rummaged through his belongings.

According to his experience, it is possible that the gadgets he carried with him were taken from a heretic that caused such nightmares and malicious revelations.

But after rummaging for two seconds, Eisenhorn suddenly realized that he had given all the old gadgets on his body to the Lord of Tyrone decades ago as a thank you for resurrecting Bekun.