Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Two months later.

In a system still far away from the fortress world of Cadia, the Zealous Advance loaded with Cadian assault troops is docked outside the hive world to receive supplies.

Usaka Creed was on the ship, and he and other colleagues gathered in the bar to kill the boring time on the road.

As the officers enthusiastically discussed the recall orders issued by the fortress world, Creed and his deputy sat at a table in the corner, drinking strong drinks and listening.

"It will take at least several years for us to get back to our hometown. It's a long journey."

"I can finally go back. I miss my parents..."

"I heard that the Tyrone sector has started to pay tithes. If they can pay the tithes earlier and let us use the dimensional engine, then we can get home faster."

"Don't talk about this...don't mention the engine. We are not the only ones running around in the bar, there are also battleship crew members."

Hearing this, Creed turned his head and looked at another corner of the bar, where a group of naval officers from the Zealot Forward were sitting.

When these officers heard about the dimension engine, they rolled their eyes at the army officers, and then whispered with bad expressions. Everyone could see that they were very resistant to the dimension engine.

"They are right." Creed took a sip of wine and then held his cigar in his mouth. He turned to look at his deputy, "If the Zeal Forward can be equipped with the dimension engine used by the Tyrone Navy, we will indeed not have to spend several years to return to the sea. Home."

The deputy's name is Kyle, a sergeant in the 8th Regiment of the Cadian Assault Army. He is much older than Creed. When Creed just joined the army as a naive little boy, Kyle was already I have been on the battlefield for many years.

But like everyone in the Eighth Regiment, Kyle was impressed by Creed's courage and talent, and was willing to serve the young commander.

"Your experience in Tyron has affected you." Kyle spoke in a voice like a trumpet, with damaged sound quality. "I heard that Tyron people like to have fun under the church. I also heard some stories from the astropaths. The news coming out is that the way the Tyrones produce dimension engines is through sacrifices and rituals. If I am a member of the navy, no one can install a dimension engine on my ship unless I die..."

After hearing these words, Creed frowned and recalled his experience in the Tyrone galaxy a few years ago. He thought that part of the gossip Kyle heard was true, that is, the Tyrone people were really there. Have fun under the church.

As for Dimension Engine news…

Creed poured Kyle a glass of wine and whispered: "Don't believe those nonsense."

"How do you say that?" Kyle raised his head and looked at Creed with a curious look on his face.

"If the Dimension Engine can really be promoted, then there will be no meaning for the existence of Astropath. Even if we don't have super-light communication means, just relying on the messenger ship equipped with the Dimension Engine to run back and forth will be more stable than Astropath. If you are an Astropath, The Whisperer..." Creed stopped talking mid-sentence.

Kyle thought about it carefully and felt that if he were an astropath, he would indeed try his best to prevent the use of the dimensional engine.

But then again, if the dimension engine is really not a good thing, wouldn't it be over? Who dares to bet on such a thing?

"Sir." A soldier suddenly walked up to Creed, stood at attention and saluted him and reported the matter: "Someone wants to see you."

Hearing this, Creed looked outside the bar.

Klein was standing outside the bar.

The followers of the Tyrone System Rogue Trader also came over and were handing out power armors to the officers who had reserved power armors last time outside the bar.

Creed waved to Klein and whispered to Kyle: "It seems that the dimension engine is indeed easy to use, otherwise this guy wouldn't be able to find me every time."

Kyle raised his head and glanced at Klein. He heard that Creed was also found by the trader when the Eighth Regiment was transferred to the new war zone. At that time, the Eighth Regiment was riding the Path of Faith...

Klein stepped into the bar, sat at Creed and Kyle's table, and exchanged some pleasantries with Creed.

"Does the Lord of Tyrone have something new to tell me?" Creed knew that although Klein retired from the army and became a Rogue Trader, he was still Qin Mo's subordinate. He was probably helping Qin Mo deliver the news just like the last time he arrived. .

However, Klein shook his head and denied: "I'm not here to deliver a message, I'm just here to serve as a liaison. From now on to the next few years, I may have to follow you."

"Are you following us? Is it possible that you, a rogue trader, also work as a spy?" Kyle said in an unhappy tone.

Klein just glanced at Kyle without replying. He turned to Creed and said, "The Director of Tyrone cannot reach the Cadian Assault Army, so you don't have to keep me with you. You can let me go back now." Return to life."

"No." Creed poured a glass of wine for Klein, "Stay, brother. Although the sailing methods of our two ships are different, you can go to Cadia first and wait for me."

Although Creed readily asked Klein to be his liaison, he still had many doubts in his heart. Why can't Klein go directly to Cadia to find the governor? Why does the Lord of Tyrone take him so seriously?

Even though he had many doubts, Creed knew that Qin Mo should have the ability to predict the future, and he might have a pivotal position in the future.

But Creed cared more about the fate of Cadia than his status. Before the recall order was conveyed to the Eighth Regiment, everyone was speculating on what might happen in the future. In the end, everyone came to a unanimous answer, that is, in The plagues and raids that have raged across the Cadian Gate for so long are just a prelude, a prelude to a great war.

Think again of the letter sent when Klein arrived last time. The letter said that the Voskani Iron Cavalry would launch a rebellion when they landed in Cadia.

After thinking about this, Creed suddenly asked Klein: "Did you talk to Lord Tyrone before you came out? Did he ask you to convey some other information?"

"We talked, but there is no other information. I was in the Agrippina Forge World to purchase goods when I received the order..." Klein shook his head.

This answer disappointed Creed. What he wanted most now was information.

"I know you and the Governor have made an agreement." Klein said, raising his glass. "The whole of Tyrone is your backing. When you rush back to Cadia, the Tyrone sector is expanding its army. When you arrive on your journey in a few years, We will have a stronger army at the end."

Creed also raised his glass, but with a look of helplessness and confusion on his face: "I'm just a general of the Cadian Assault Army, nothing more. There are many people with higher rankings than me, and I don't have any at all. Qualified to represent Cardia.”

"Indeed." Klein nodded with deep approval. He couldn't figure out why he was sent to contact Creed instead of going directly to Cadia to find their governor, who was called the Lord of the Castle...

Creed becoming a general in forty years is already an amazing achievement. Many people within the Cadian Assault Army are dissatisfied with Creed's promotion speed. Could it be that Creed can continue to become Cadian? Isn’t it the Lord of the Supreme Castle?

"How do you find him every time?" Creed's deputy, Sergeant Kyle, suddenly asked.

"I am a rogue trader, and I have many options."

"Tell me, is there anything else to do now? It will take several years before we can return to Cadia."

"..."

Klein and Kyle chatted while Creed remained silent, sometimes taking a sip of wine and sometimes smoking a cigar.

Creed looked at Klein's talkative appearance and thought that if he had a ship, he would definitely use a dimensional engine, otherwise the journey back to Cadia would take several years.