Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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After leaving the Forge World's grandest foundry, Vic boarded an Ancestor transport and headed to where the Dominion Sage had sent him.

The Progenitor Transport Plane is a transport aircraft with a thick armored shell and equipped with an intelligent heavy machine gun. This kind of transport aircraft is very useful in the forge world because it can adapt to different atmospheric environments.

When Vic slowly boarded the transport plane, the pilot immediately greeted him: "With you here, we will reach our destination smoothly, sage."

Vic nodded helplessly.

If it was two months ago, he would have said to the pilot that I am not a sage, but since there are so many people saying this, there is no way to correct him.

Vic continued deeper into the transport plane and walked to the position where his body was fixed. Then he looked around and saw the passengers traveling with him.

A dozen rangers.

A group of Skitarii vanguard.

There are ten people in this vanguard team, nine vanguards and one vanguard Alpha. They all wear the iconic red robes and sturdy armors, and hold radiation carbines in their hands. However, the degree of mechanical transformation is different. Alpha's transformation is more complete than the others. Also more expensive.

Vic noticed that the radiation levels in themselves and their surroundings had exceeded the limit, so all ten pioneers were concentrated in the transparent glass cover at the end of the transport plane to prevent them from contaminating the cabin of the transport plane.

Maybe this transport plane is not specifically used to transport armed personnel, but also has the responsibility of transporting visitors to the Forging World, so these pioneers cannot be allowed to stand directly in the cabin...

If this is really the case, then the current situation in the forging world is already very serious, and it is of no use.

When Vic thought about this quickly, the Vanguard Alpha saluted him, and Vic nodded in response.

The transport plane quickly took off and flew towards the southern part of the forging world.

"Pilot." Vic walked to the cockpit, "Who is in charge of the southern part of the Forge World?"

"Father Sewing." The pilot replied respectfully.

Vic was relieved when he heard the name Sewyn, because this person was his old friend, and he was a like-minded person.

Sewing is a tech-priest. Tech-priest is an extremely broad title. A tech-priest may engage in a variety of jobs, from commanding operations to maintaining foundries to archaeological excavations...

Sewing was in charge of the army.

Since Severn is responsible for the war at the southern end of the forged world, it should not be difficult to complete the task of controlling the sages.

But we can’t just think about the ruling sage…

After thinking about it in the long run, Vic decided that Selwyn was more important than the Ruler, and this was a conclusion drawn from the perspective of a staunch believer in Ohm's Messiah.

"The plague is raging." The pilot said suddenly. He raised his head and glanced at the sky while controlling the transport plane. "The fleet is gone. I don't know when reinforcements from the Order will arrive. In addition, the plague has been raging for a long time... Wanji God bless us."

Vic wanted to say that the pilot was somewhat too optimistic. If orbital control was lost, then there would be a massive invasion of the Forge World, and those plague walkers would be nothing in comparison.

While Vic was thinking, the transport plane crossed the factories scattered across the land and flew slowly to the southern end of the forge world.

From the sky, it seems that there is no war at all and everything is quiet, but for a forging world, silence is the biggest problem.

Vic knew that Severin and his army were fighting countless plague zombies underground in the factory. This war against the zombies had been going on since before the Imperial Navy lost control of the Agrippina system, and There has been a growing trend recently.

As the transport plane flew towards a tall tower in the factory complex, the mechanical device implanted in Vic's brain received some signals for help.

These distress signals are marked in the electronic eye's field of vision, and underneath those large and ancient factories is the location where the signals were sent.

In addition to the call for help signal, Vic received another communication signal, and a man whose entire face had been mechanically modified appeared below his field of vision.

It's Tech-Priest Sewing.

"Should I call you priest or sage now?" Sewen's cold voice sounded in Vic's ears.

"Call me Vic, just like I call you Severn." Vic responded coldly.

Neither party in the communication had any emotion, and their words had no tone, but they were indeed very good friends, and both parties felt that the other's words were very kind.

During the conversation, Vic sent a message to Severn, informing him of the orders to govern the Sages.

"I understand. I will allocate as many people as possible to go to the Sage." Severn replied after reading the order.

After completing the task, Vic looked at the ancient factory where the distress signals were sent, and forwarded these signals to Sewyn: "Why didn't you respond to the call for help?"

"The plague has been raging throughout the star field for decades. Those corpses can't be cleaned up at all. Instead of wasting troops to respond to calls for help, I should keep my manpower to strengthen the defense and prepare to resist the enemy troops that may fall from orbit." Wen said.

After hearing this, Vic calculated and felt that his old friend's decision was really the best choice at this moment.

But calculating the result is one thing, and how to do it is another.

Since the trip to Tyrone, Vic has always believed that he has a mission. This mission is to save everything that can be saved, preserve everything that can be preserved, and prepare for a big event.

After thinking for a moment, Vic ordered the pilot: "I won't go to the tower anymore. Send me here."

While speaking, Vic sent out a public coordinate, and the pilot knew where Vic was talking about. He immediately flew the transport plane towards the location of the nearest rescue signal.

Vic turned his head and looked at the other people in the cabin: "Where is your destination?"

"It's a high tower, we're going to garrison there." Pioneer Alpha responded, but he paused for a few seconds and then said, "But now our destination is the same as yours."

Vic looked at the rangers again.

"Same as you." The rangers said in unison.

Vic nodded and waited quietly for the transport plane to arrive at its destination.

The vanguards and rangers in this transport plane don't just go wherever they want. If they want to follow Vic, they must get Sewing's permission.

Sewing happily gave them permission.

"Is there also a plague in the Tyrone Galaxy?" Sewyn suddenly asked.

When Vic came to Agrippina from Tyrone, he told Severn about what happened there, and as expected, Severn was very interested in it.

"Yes." Vic gave an extremely brief answer.

Sevin was silent for a moment and asked hesitantly: "What kind of enemy will we face...Have you ever received any revelation?"

"I have been informed that the Forge World of Agrippina will endure because the God of Planes and the Messiah of Ohm are with us," Vic responded.

"I will continue to strengthen my position. If you have trouble dealing with those plague zombies, just call me." Sevin wanted to hear these words from Vic's iron mouth, and he closed the communication with confidence.

I only have time to code at three o'clock in the afternoon.

It is impossible to ask for leave. It may be delayed if you just write and send it at the same time.