Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"I'm so old."

Eisenhorn knocked on his head, trying to clear his groggy brain.

Just as he was sleeping, he suddenly woke up and sat up. This violent movement caused Eisenhorn's waist and chest to feel a dull pain.

The old inquisitor grabbed the armrest of a charger in the utility room and stood up. He walked out of the utility room and came to the corridor. He walked along the corridor for about ten minutes and entered a weapons warehouse.

When he saw the power armor produced by Tyrone on display in the weapons warehouse, Eisenhorn suddenly realized that he was going the wrong way.

He retraced his steps and walked in the maze-like corridor for five or six minutes before entering the public restroom he really wanted to go to.

Facing the mirror, Eisenhorn stared at his own face.

Old and decadent.

White hair.

After such a long time, everything has changed, and the only thing that remains unchanged is that stinky face that made people paralyzed during an operation.

This decaying body has been running for too long. The life extension technology used without much resources and money has extended the running time of this decaying body to the limit. After the Eye of Terror is closed, Eisenhorn's psychic power A significant weakening of talent will make the body decay even faster.

Eisenhorn has become accustomed to looking at himself in the mirror like this. He does not hate this decaying body. Instead, he is grateful that this body can persist after being ravaged by him in every way, instead of turning himself into a waste lying on a hospital bed with a tube inserted. .

The Inquisitor rubbed his face, then walked out of the bathroom after feeling more awake, and called a drone to guide him to the bridge of the Inquisition battleship.

When he entered the bridge, everyone glanced at him subconsciously, then lowered their heads and continued to do their work.

Except for one person.

"Look who's here?"

The inquisitor, who was wearing a gorgeous Lord Inquisitor costume and was standing in front of a specially made ornate power armor admiring the equipment, turned his head.

The Inquisitor who flooded his ships with a large number of Talon's creations was none other than the unfortunate man named Chuck, who was abandoned by his father of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

However, the unlucky guy Chuck is doing well now. Although the relationship with his father is still tense, he is still the son of a foundry general when he was young, and he is still the only way for the Inquisition to communicate with the Tyrone people.

"Eisenhorn." Chuck walked towards Eisenhorn and called his name, "A loyal, vigilant... old dog of the Inquisition."

Eisenhorn showed no emotion at all about Chuck calling him "Old Dog" because he no longer cared about such things as workplace conflicts.

After being examined several times by the Inquisition for past events, Eisenhorn was supposed to be executed, but the Prince Regent intervened.

Eisenhorn survived, but he was no longer an independent Inquisitor and was demoted to an apprentice.

Chuck's apprentice.

To be honest, Eisenhorn actually had a good impression of Chuck, because Chuck treated him equally at first, until a conflict broke out between the two.

When Chuck was about to completely replace his Inquisitors with Talon equipment, Eisenhorn reminded him not to forget his identity and to distinguish between personal relationships and official business.

"Everyone put down what you are doing." Chuck stretched out his wrinkled hands and looked at his subordinates with still bright and clear eyes on his old face.

Everyone in the bridge looked at Chuck.

"Let's all listen to the barking of this old dog." Chuck said, "Otherwise, how can we realize what our identity is, and how can we realize the opposing positions between us and the Tyrone people on Inquisition matters?"

"Look at this old dog." A female inquisitor named Lena, who always supported Chuck unconditionally, said, "It was tortured all over by those ugly and stubborn old guys in the inquisition, but it is still breathing weakly. Still insisting on the responsibility of looking after the home, oh... touching. "

"Can you humiliate me after I say what I want to say?" Eisenhorn said.

Chuck was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Go to Barron," Eisenhorn said. "I got a revelation that we should go to this place to investigate."

Given Eisenhorn's position on the ship, what he should have received when he said these words was ridicule and even worse humiliation.

Although Chuck is not very capable in all aspects, he is a sensible person in the strict sense.

Just as everything Chuck did when he was investigating the Tyron forces in the Tyron galaxy, which was only the size of a galaxy at that time, was reflected in all his actions.

On serious matters, Eisenhorn's opinions carry a lot of weight.

"How likely do you think your revelation is to be true, rather than a weird dream your brain has in its aging state?" Chuck asked seriously.

Eisenhorn didn't know how to explain it.

He is no longer even sure whether the scene in that apocalyptic nightmare was the scene he had personally experienced back then.

After a moment of silence, Eisenhorn said, "My gut tells me we should go."

"..." Chuck neither agreed nor denied. He turned around and sat in the command seat. He thought for a moment and suddenly gave an order to everyone on the bridge: "Go to Barron."

The ship sailing towards the front line of the battle between humans and Necrons immediately stopped, changed its direction, and turned its bow to face directly behind.

Stealth and anti-detection force fields were deployed around the ship, and the new hyperlight engine started to run and rushed forward like a bullet being fired from the barrel of a gun.

The ship soon stopped in a system called Barron.

"Are you sure we should investigate this?" Chuck walked to the porthole and looked down at these quiet imperial worlds. "This is behind the frontline war zone. This is not even a place where the transport fleet will pass. This ghost place is even because of its population. Too few to be recruited by the Astral Army, the God-Emperor’s tears never fell here.”

Eisenhorn ignored Chuck's question and turned around to walk out of the bridge.

"Wait a minute," Chuck said, "Are you going to go out in person? Are we going to conduct an investigation or are we going to take you old guy for a relaxing outing?"

Eisenhorn stopped. Only then did he realize that he was very old, and then suddenly realized that he was still very young at heart.

This kind of youth does not refer to age, but to the mentality of youth.

No matter what problems or troubles you encounter, face them head-on and deal with them without thinking about anything else. This was Eisenhorn's mentality when he was young.

"Give him a shot." Chuck ordered the apprentice.

The young apprentice immediately stepped forward and inserted a tube of medicine used to improve physical fitness in a short period of time into Eisenhorn's neck.

After feeling that his physical condition was improving rapidly, Eisenhorn walked out of the bridge in silence.

Chuck put on his power armor, took his apprentices and guards and followed him out.