Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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"All the best, man."

"We brought back what we wanted, and there were no accidents during this period. Orican is indeed a time master. The fact that no accidents occurred after bringing him with us is enough to prove his ability."

"It went very well, very well."

Qin Mo's projection was pacing back and forth in the office, talking very excitedly about the results of Operation Time.

Guilliman stood in front of the projection, listened, and nodded happily: "As long as it goes well. In my perception, you were talking about time operations one second ago, and you are back the next second. That's great. ”

"Of course." The excitement on Qin Mo's face gradually eased, "I brought back someone you must meet. You can meet that person as long as you return to your residence."

"Old Saint?" Guilliman asked with a smile.

"No, of course not the Ancient Sage." Qin Mo shook his head, "But you must go see him."

"Who is it?" Seeing his close friend being so serious, Guilliman also became serious, guessing who they had brought back.

"Guess?" Qin Mo, who had always pursued explanations, turned into a riddle man.

Guilliman smiled and shook his head: "No matter who it is, I will know it after I finish handling the matters at hand and go to the meeting. I plan to split the legal department..."

"You go see me now, now." Qin Mo said.

Guilliman became more and more confused, but he sensed something and his pupils slowly dilated.

Before Guilliman could ask again, Qin Mo had already turned off the communication.

Guilliman stood in front of his desk and calmed down for a while, then put the documents he was holding on the table and looked at the Terran landscape outside the window and calmed down for a while.

After all, he did not dare to guess and speculate on who Qin Mo had brought back.

This feeling is like the fear of being disappointed because of the hope that one should not have.

But Guilliman still went back to his residence to meet people as Qin Mo said.

On the way back to the residence, people kept catching up with the original body after seeing them, and told the original body what they needed to deal with urgently.

Including Karga who came back from the front line to report on his duties.

But Guilliman just agreed, as if he had lost his soul, and walked forward with a blank expression.

Eventually, Guilliman himself arrived at the residence.

He subconsciously slowed down and tiptoed.

Because he was too nervous, Guilliman grabbed the hilt of the Emperor's Sword forcefully.

The eyes and footsteps passed through the marble corridor in the residence, through the hall, through the blue curtain, and finally arrived at the innermost room of the residence.

An aging lady stood at the window.

Guilliman's pupils suddenly dilated and he froze on the spot.

He didn't make any sound along the way, but when he appeared behind the lady, she noticed something and turned around to look at Guilliman.

"Mother!"

Guilliman crossed all the distance between him and Lady Jotun in one step, and then he was in a hurry. He wanted to hug his adoptive mother, but he was afraid that his armor-pierced body would hurt his adoptive mother.

In the end, Guilliman just knelt down so that he was level with his adoptive mother's body, or even shorter than her.

Jotun looked down at Guilliman's face.

When Guilliman wanted to ask his adoptive mother what happened and why she disappeared, the primarch was interrupted by the words spoken by his adoptive mother.

"How many grievances have you suffered, Robo." Jotun's old hand brushed back and forth on Guilliman's head, frowning at the white hair that should have been golden, "It seems that those warriors don't care about you at all. Sharing worries has made you so busy, what have they been doing all these years!"

"They... they have their duties... and I have... I have things that only I can do..." Guilliman choked back.

The original body was still kneeling in front of his adoptive mother. He gently raised her adoptive mother's hand with one finger and stared at her: "What have you experienced? What did you experience ten thousand years ago? Why can't I find you? Why can't I find you?" Even your..."

"Ten thousand years." Jotun raised his head in a daze. The moment of life and death between her and Sergeant Amon did not appear in the words she said to her son next. She just lowered her head and touched Guilliman's face, gently Said: "No matter what, I will eventually pass away. I am a mortal after all. Luo Bao, you are an extraordinary person born. Your heart should be as strong and firm as your own existence."

Guilliman's tears fell and hit Joden's hand.

"No, no..." Guilliman shook his head, "I will now let Calgar take you to the Tyron capital system and to the medical world of Tymon. They have the most advanced life extension technology. If it doesn't work, they can still make a prosthetic body for you. Chemical surgery... They also have soul-stabilizing technology... Although it is expensive, but Ultramar can afford it, and I will definitely be able to accompany you for millennia after another..."

"Ultramar's money is used for personal matters." Joden poked Guilliman's forehead with his finger, "Is it to give less pensions to the mortal soldiers who died, or to rebuild a few buildings after the war? It would be even worse if I spent a sum of money that should have fallen on ordinary people.”

"The Lord of Tyrone is my friend. As long as I ask him, he should be able to personally improve your physical condition." Guilliman added.

After all, Youdun came back with Qin Mo. He listened to Qin Mo's explanation on the way and knew why this strange man took him away.

"He is a very good young man." Yudun said, "But although you have a good relationship, you are each a ruler. Your every move is not a private matter in the eyes of others, and the same is true for him."

Yudun is a kind person, a strong person, and a thoughtful person.

Guilliman felt that he might have some talent in terms of moral character and way of thinking, but he was definitely more influenced by his adoptive mother.

Guilliman was silent, quietly enjoying the reunion with his adoptive mother, while also thinking about his adoptive mother.

Tarasa Euton and King Connaught were not husband and wife. The former was the steward of the latter, and the latter was the monarch of the former.

But for Guilliman, one of them is his adoptive mother and the other is his adoptive father, and he has learned excellent character from them.

During the countless late nights after waking up, Guilliman occasionally recalled the day when he returned to Terra after waking up and went to the Golden Throne to meet the Emperor.

Those cold words and curses always made him uncomfortable, but Guilliman also felt that the Emperor was somewhat partial to him.

As soon as he landed, the adoptive parents on Macragge felt the sensation, and they adopted him directly.

As for the hostility of his brothers ten thousand years ago... Guilliman can probably analyze some of the reasons.

Angron landed not far from the future Ultramar sector, but his fate goes without saying.

The same goes for Coates.

Thinking about it now, it was not without reason that Guilliman felt that he had a good relationship with Corax.

Although Corax did not have the adoptive parents who adopted him after being induced, he did have miners who loved and cared for him. Among the miners who each squeezed out a mouthful of food to feed him, he could also feel the glorious and beautiful part of human nature.