Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Tyrone Galaxy.

The construction of the defense circle around the galaxy is still going on as usual.

However, Qin Mo did not conduct research today, but devoted a whole day to talking to Vanessa.

At this time, Vanessa's eyeballs were covered with golden light. The person talking to Qin Mo was obviously not a girl, but a weak will of the Golden Throne Emperor.

"Did you come up with the warning from the psychic on Beisu No. 1?" Qin Mo asked, "What on earth is going on?"

"It was suggested by a part of me that is friendly to you. I don't know the specifics. You should know that my will is not unified. What you see in front of you is like a small stream of water in the ocean of will." Vanessa He shook his head and said.

Qin Mo was helpless: "Then why didn't you let the friendly part of the consciousness that gave the warning enter her body?"

"Because that part of consciousness is so powerful that it can predict the future of the Tyrone Star Region. If it were him and not me, this girl would be burned to charcoal by psychic energy in an instant."

After a conversation, Qin Mo also gradually figured out what was going on with Vanessa.

First of all, Vanessa is gifted. She can withstand the psychic energy from the Emperor better than ordinary people.

But no matter how talented he is, there is a limit. The will of the emperor who is talking to him in front of him is very weak, and he can't do anything except watch the fun. But this will is the most precious. This is the emperor who is relatively more human. That part of the sexual will.

It can be seen that the Golden Throne and ten thousand years of faith have tortured the Emperor terribly.

"If Guilliman is resurrected and he goes to Terra to see you, what will you tell him about me." Qin Mo asked again.

"Let me speculate. Maybe he will tell him that you are the second Ran Dan, and you must be eliminated. You are an ancient and powerful enemy with bad intentions. If you are not eliminated, the empire will be destroyed. Or maybe he will tell him that you are his Allies, you must cooperate... He will hear countless different voices at the same time."

Hearing this, Qin Mo recalled the scene when Guilliman went to Terra to meet the Emperor.

Listening to the Emperor speak was like execution for the Primarch. Guilliman heard many names at the same time called by the Emperor: tool, traitor, Lord of the Thirteenth Legion...

There were even voices blaming Guilliman for not being able to change his habit of establishing a state within a state. If he had arrived earlier when Horus besieged the palace, he would not have been able to sit on the Golden Throne.

"So, maybe he will be hostile to me after he goes to Terra." Qin Mo had to think in the worst direction, "I just want to get humans out of the current situation of swimming in cesspools and contribute less to the subspace. They use Either the Webway or the Dimension Engine will do... Why is it so difficult to do something good in this universe?"

Qin Mo received no response.

Perhaps the emperor's human will, which was weak enough for mortals to endure, agreed with Qin Mo's words, or perhaps he had nothing to say.

After a minute of silence, the voice sounded again.

"My heir has woken up and is on his way to you. I can sense it."

"What?"

Qin Mo did not expect that Guilliman would have revived at this time. He thought that Caul could not resurrect Guilliman when Macragge was attacked. It would take a while for the original body to wake up before any progress could be made.

It is obvious that Kaur has more persistence and determination than ordinary people imagine in his great cause that he has been doing for ten thousand years.

Qin Mo stood up and paced back and forth, thinking about why Guilliman came to him first instead of going directly to Terra after he woke up.

For the Dimension Engine.

It was impossible for Guilliman to take Caul's ship equipped with a dimensional engine to Terra alone, run to Terra silently, appear in front of the high lords, and tell them hey, I am the original body, he must organize An Ultramar fleet that can prove its identity and authority.

Although the situation in the galaxy is now better because Cadia has not been destroyed, there is still a lot of mess waiting for Guilliman to deal with. He must quickly go to Terra to announce his return, and then rush to other places. place to handle things.

He needs the Dimension Engine.

But that's just one reason.

Qin Mo immediately thought of more reasons. For example, Guilliman didn't know what he was thinking and might want to come over to observe him. He also wanted to stabilize the entire Tyrone sector to prevent the conflict between the sector and the Tribunal from continuing to intensify... …

Regardless, Guilliman was a Primarch who held unparalleled authority over the Ecclesiarchy and the Imperium.

"He is a rational wise man, a rare normal person." Qin Mo turned to look at Vanessa and the will in her body, "I will entertain him warmly and use the highest standards."

…

Two weeks later.

Seventy light years away from the Tyrone star sector.

The King of Explorers sails the universe alone.

Guilliman stood on the bridge, recalling the wonderful feeling in the dimension just now.

"The next jump will take place in three minutes." The announcement sounded inside the ship.

Then Greyfax's heartfelt message reached Guilliman's ears.

"You should not go to the Tyrone sector alone. If they are hostile, we may not be able to get out."

Guilliman remained silent in response to Greyfax's confession.

He could come without a battle group because he was sure there would be no danger.

If the Tyrone sector did not support Cadia, arm a virtuous battle group and send a fleet to support Baal, then the safety of this trip would not be guaranteed.

"The dimensional engine installed on my ship is the original version. Your journey will last another week." Caul walked to Guilliman and leaned over and said.

"Is there anyone else in the Empire who uses the Dimension Engine like you?" Guilliman asked.

"There are many." Kaul answered truthfully, "As far as I know, there are at least twenty-one patriarchs of the Navigator family using the dimension engine. Two Lord Inquisitors also use the dimension engine when traveling to and from Terra. Lords also use the Dimension Engine when on vacation.”

Guilliman was not pleased to hear this.

The High Lords, the Navigators, the Inquisitors... they are all using something they are fighting against, which proves that they know the Dimension Engine does work and are only against it for their own benefit.

If you object because you think the dimension engine is unsafe, that's easy to handle.

If it is for profit...if you want to promote the use of the dimension engine, I am afraid you will encounter unimaginable resistance.

While Guilliman was thinking, a crew member entered the bridge and reported to Caul: "The dimension engine has been charged, but it is being interfered by the force field and cannot be activated."

Caul has done some research on dimension engines and knows that if many ships equipped with dimension engines try to open a gap in a galaxy, the ships in the galaxy will temporarily be unable to activate the dimension engines.

A simple application of engine knowledge, but the problem is how many ships come to this system.

Guilliman looked up at the porthole.

A huge crack was gradually torn open in the endless cold void outside, and nearly a thousand ships made of lines poured out of it. When they entered the material universe, they gradually returned to their original appearance.

Guilliman could guess that this was the Tyronian naval fleet, and he was amazed by the sheer size of the battleship-class ships they used.

"This is Tyrone Navy."

A communication squeezed into the channel of the Explorer King, and the voice of Grand Admiral Adam of Tyrone rang out from the bridge.

"The celestial engine has turned on the dimensional beacon. Please activate the engine and sail with us."

"On behalf of the entire fleet and Lord Tyron, I welcome the arrival of the Magi and the Primarch."