Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Could it be because of the ship?"

"Which ship?"

When the deputy said that ship, Huron was stunned for a moment, and then realized which ship he was talking about.

The Tyrone naval ship that was salvaged along with the wreckage of the Vengeful Spirit.

To be precise, it is part of the ship, that is, the bridge.

The heavy breakthrough torpedo used by Huron to kill Veengar was salvaged from near the bridge.

It was not that Huron had not considered this possibility, but he felt that it was extremely unlikely.

The Tyrone navy came out in force. This was obviously a long-planned large-scale strategic operation. Could it be that the purpose was to take away the bridge of a scrapped ship from the maelstrom, as well as the mutated sarcoma monster in the bridge? Captain?

Huron conveyed his thoughts to his deputy, who also fell into deep thought after listening, and finally believed that it was indeed unlikely that the Tyrone Navy came here because of the bridge incident.

However, just as the deputy was considering other possibilities, Huron said again: "Maybe it's really possible."

Huron recalled what happened when the bridge was salvaged.

The people of the Black Mechanicus first tried to break into the main control center in the bridge. They believed that the ship's intelligent system was stored in the main control center.

But no matter what we try, it cannot be broken, and not even the dark rituals performed in the deepest reaches of the Maelstrom can corrupt this thing.

The people of the Black Mechanicus used an analogy to explain why they could not break through the main control center: cracking the cogitator array or other ship equipment is like trying to find a way to enter a locked yard.

Digging a hole and crawling in, climbing in, or any other way to avoid going through the main entrance is to crack it, use the Chaos Waste Code to crack it or use the Dark Ritual to corrupt it.

The problem is that the main control center of the Tyrone naval ship is not a "yard", but a thing that is theoretically and practically impossible to build, but it just happened to be built, similar to tan90 degrees that should not exist in trigonometric functions. But it was forcibly distorted by some force and the result was that tan90 degrees existed.

This completely unreasonable thing cannot be cracked at all.

The main control center cannot be cracked, but Huron still got many good things, such as torpedoes and books stored in the ship...

One of the books describes the past of the Path of Glory, the beginning of the Tyrone Navy.

In this universe, the beginning of everything is always given special significance.

Huron informed his second-in-command of his thoughts, then added: "I would have thought that the Tyrones would not see any significance in their first ship...but perhaps they do."

"We should throw the bridge out." The deputy said, "We can't crack the main control center anyway."

In the opinion of the deputy, the Tyrone Navy is being disturbed by the whispers of the dark gods, and some people have even mutated under the influence of the Maelstrom. If their purpose is really to come for the Path of Glory, they will leave it alone.

"Attach the propeller to the bridge and launch it." Although he was reluctant, Huron decided to give it a try, "Then have all ships emergency start their engines."

…

Inside the New Badab, the Black Mechanicus personnel began to install propellers on the bridge of the Path of Glory, replenished it with a small amount of promethium fuel, and installed a head used as a wet piece to control the navigation direction of the bridge. .

After all preparations were completed, the bridge was sent out of the New Badab.

The wet head on the bridge shell froze in the void, but was not injured due to the strange physical conditions in the maelstrom. The empty gaze on this head stared at the Tyrone naval fleet, controlling the direction of the thruster nozzle to make Glory The Road gradually approaches the Lord of Tyrone.

"We..." Adam was about to issue a salvage order, but affected by the constant whispering in his ears, his mind suddenly trembled, and his brain was unable to think for a second.

However, he quickly used his will to eliminate the influence of the whispers and continued to order: "Salvage the bridge."

The Lord of Tyrone's tractor beam trapped the bridge of the Path of Glory, briefly closed the shield, and pulled the bridge into the hull.

"The entire fleet is recharging the engines. Let's leave this hellish place called the Maelstrom." Qin Mo's voice reached the ears of every captain.

Most of the captains were already worried and manic due to the whispers. At this time, they were relieved when they heard Qin Mo's order and immediately recharged the dimension engine.

Adam didn't want to evacuate so quickly. He wanted to persuade Qin Mo to let the fleet stay for a few more minutes to inflict a greater blow to the red pirate fleet and prevent them from seeking revenge in the Tailong sector in the future.

But before Adam could speak, Qin Mo specifically repeated his previous order to Adam alone.

There is no other way, the Lord of Tyrone battleship can only start charging.

A minute later, the entire Tyrone Navy disappeared into the galaxy, leaving only a pile of wreckage of warships and a demonic world that had been bombed to pieces but still maintained a strange ecological environment.

The fleet left the dimensional space a hundred light years away from the maelstrom.

In the bridge of the Lord of Tyrone, the hatch opened and Adam fell out of the cabin and fell to the ground, then vomited uncontrollably.

"Why don't you take your fleet and leave Tyrone, go to a place where your master can't find you, and establish an independent kingdom?"

"Or you can..."

The whispers that made Adam extremely uncomfortable did not last long and soon dissipated.

The fleet had left the Maelstrom, and psychic powers could no longer break through the fabric of reality reinforced by the Celestial Engines, so not only Adam but others could no longer hear the whispers.

"Admiral Adam."

A logistics machine flew in front of Adam, collected his vomit, and then used its mechanical tentacles to print out a piece of paper.

The kind of paper Tyrone people often make with psychological test questions written on it.

"Please fill out the psychological survey and let the main control intelligence confirm your psychological status."

Adam nodded, took the psychological test questions, and then began to answer each question above.

The logistics machinery then ran to other cabins, opened the hatch covers, injected sobriety drugs into the crew members who were more severely affected by the whispers and unable to voluntarily leave the cabin, collected their vomit, and printed out psychological test questions for them.

Adam patiently answered every seemingly unclear question.

【What is your favorite animal? 】

【Do you have a wife? If so, how is your relationship? 】

These questions were as unclear as usual, but Adam knew that they were all designed by the master intelligence. The seemingly useless questions had a mental induction effect, inducing people to answer what they were thinking.

After filling in the questions, Adam handed the paper to the logistics machine and wiped the vomit on his collar while walking towards the observation deck.

Fortunately, the observation deck is not far from the bridge.