Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

This decision that seems to respect personal wishes is just a formality.

Horus wanted all the clone brothers to go with him to find the Lord of Tyron, and then enter the subspace with the Lord of Tyron, embarking on a road of killing gods without knowing the end.

As a manager, Horus also knew how to make his other brothers agree.

Even these brothers cannot all be willing to enter the subspace.

"Are you asking us?" Guilliman crossed his arms on his chest and looked up at Horus across from him. "You have obviously made your own decision! Let me guess, you must first agree to the Lord of Tyrone, and we Everyone will go to the warp with him, right?"

Horus looked down at Guilliman and nodded: "Yes. But I think this is our best choice. If you are not stupid, you should come to the same conclusion as me."

"Bullshit!" Guilliman patted the tactical table excitedly, "I'm still planning to live in seclusion. Why do you make decisions for me?"

"You want to live in seclusion?" Horus frowned, "For a superman like you, you decide to give up everything you own, your talents, your responsibilities, and become a farmer?"

"If everything is over, why can't I? Just because I am the original body, I have to be a cow all the time? What's more, I am still a clone!" Guilliman argued.

Horus wanted to talk a little more about responsibility, but suddenly felt it was unnecessary.

Because Guilliman is like that, he may indeed want to escape, but he will take responsibility.

So Horus said it differently: "We should stay together, no matter what we decide to do. You know, we are..."

"Come on!" Guilliman said and looked at the other brothers. "The Lord of Tyron certainly didn't let all of us follow him into the subspace. This guy made the decision without authorization. He wants to take credit!"

When Guilliman said this, the other clone masters turned away, feeling that Guilliman's words were too serious.

However, he can still understand Guilliman.

After learning that he was a clone, Guilliman no longer concealed his true wishes, and began to prepare for seclusion after the war reached its end.

He ran a business, grew it, sold it to an acquirer, and made enough money.

He picked a beautiful uninhabited world and planned to form a colonial group to go there, purchase the development rights, and own that world forever.

After everything was ready, Horus told him that he could not live in seclusion. He had to go to the subspace, to that disgusting place full of witchcraft energy that he hated, and stay there until he could come out.

"Calm down, Robo." Horus comforted him, "I..."

"Don't call me that." Guilliman pointed at Horus with a fierce look, "Only my adoptive mother can call me that."

Horus was silent, spread his hands, and sighed.

In the end, he did not force Guilliman, but simply said: "Guilliman, if you have made a decision, then you can leave. I will not stop you. You can do what you want to do. I believe The Lord of Tyrone will not deny your choice."

Guilliman turned and walked away.

Looking at his back, Horus continued: "But we are born different. Even if we are clones, there are some things that we cannot abandon. I can only say this much."

Guilliman didn't seem to hear, and didn't even look back.

The clone primarchs watched Guilliman leave, then turned their attention to Horus.

Horus shrugged and shook his head slightly.

The other cloning Primarchs do not have similar plans like Guilliman. Although they will be dissatisfied with entering the subspace in the future,... except for the subspace, other than embarking on the road to kill gods, where else can they go? But what other way is there to go?

Horus waved his brothers away.

When he was the only one left on the bridge, he turned on the communication device and connected to the Lord of Tyrone in the Orps sector.

When the communication was connected, Qin Mo's projection appeared in the bridge and said, "Come and join me. I have to see a few more people and do a few more things before I can enter the subspace. I will officially start what I want to do." career.”

"How long shall we remain in the Warp?" Horus asked.

"I don't know." Qin Mo confessed, "Maybe it's a thousand years in the real universe, maybe it's ten thousand years, maybe it's one hundred thousand years, millions of years, tens of millions of years... When will the gods perish, when will I leave Asia? Space returns to the real universe.”

Horus nodded.

He didn't say anything about Guilliman, as if his brothers had fully promised him that they would all enter the subspace and accompany Qin Mo to start the great cause of killing gods.

But Qin Mo could guess some things.

"I prepared something for Roboute." Qin Mo waved his hand and passed a message to Horus.

Horus looked surprised after seeing it, and then nodded to Qin Mo.

"Communication ended." Qin Mo raised his hand to cut off the communication.

…

The next day.

The original clones planned to join Qin Mo.

Horus was waiting for his brothers on the bridge.

The clones entered the bridge one by one. When they entered, they showed their choice with actions.

Guilliman and Corax were the last to enter.

Corax put his arm around the shoulders of Brother Guilliman, who turned his head away from Horus after entering the bridge.

But Guilliman still expressed his decision with actions.

That is to follow Horus to find the Lord of Tyrone, and finally embark on the road of killing gods together.

As Horus thought, Guilliman was a man who wanted to live in seclusion, but could not completely rest his responsibilities.

"You cannot come with us to the Lord of Tyron," said Horus.

Guilliman raised his head in surprise and looked at Horus in confusion.

"You have other things to do now." Horus raised his hand and showed a projection in front of Guilliman, "The Lord of Tyron created a world in the subspace using a device called the Dominion Engine. As invisible and unobservable as it is, that world is a beautiful garden world with birds singing and flowers fragrant, and it will also be our future habitat.”

"Go to that world and get your shit together."

"After we finish doing things in reality and enter the subspace with Lord Tyron, we will also go to the garden world."

"You manage supplies and logistics. If you want to farm, you can. Eating and resting in the subspace can remind us where we come from. It reminds us that we are real creatures and will not lose ourselves in the subspace. identity."

Hearing this, Guilliman's eyes widened, and then his excitement was palpable.