Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"My master knows that you don't want to sign the contract." The change spirit felt disappointed at this time. "But it advises you to think carefully and not to make a decision in a hurry. I will give you another gift."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue portal opened in front of Qin Mo.

The scene that unfolds in the portal is none other than Slaanesh's palace of depravity and thrilling sensuality.

"Cross it and you will reach the palace of Slaanesh," the changeling said.

"Your master doesn't understand my temper? I told you that I treat what it and its lackeys say as farts." Qin Mo glanced at the portal, turned around and walked away.

Piccolo immediately followed Qin Mo's footsteps, still leading him to the next ring as before.

The changeling behind him transformed into the great demon of Slaanesh, turned around and left, preparing to carry out his next prank.

But perhaps because of the scolding of the Lord of All Changes, the changing spirit stopped and turned around to transmit the power of the Lord of All Changes.

The portal closed and opened again, and its position changed. When it opened, it appeared directly at Qin Mo's feet.

Qin Mo and Piccolo fell into the portal and fell out of the corridor of Slaanesh Palace.

Facts have proved that Tzeentch was indeed showing his goodwill. The place where Qin Mo came out was really the palace of Slaanesh. He even appeared directly in the middle of a group of great demons who were depraved and having fun.

"Look, look at this mortal who has helped you."

"Just like the Prince of Darkness said, I made her into a music box. Do you like it?"

A big demon was talking to a purple gem.

Behind the demon there is a red-hot high platform, with a woman tied to the high platform.

Every joint of the woman was hooked by an iron hook. She screamed and struggled. At the same time, the whole body made the sound of joints or biological tissue being torn apart as the iron hook shook. These sounds converged into music.

It was exactly what Qin Mo heard when he faced the ashes of Huron on Beisu No.1.

Because there is no time in the subspace, Qin Mo is now right before he enters the subspace, listening to the four gods chattering in the ashes of Huron.

This is a very novel experience.

"Why aren't you talking?" The big demon who tortured women turned his head and found that his kind were all looking at one person.

The man wore power armor and carried a scepter and a chainsword.

There is also a demon of undivided chaos beside him.

"Prince of Darkness!" The demon subconsciously glanced back at Qin Mo on the purple gemstone, then turned around and was the first to attack Qin Mo.

There were a total of sixty-six big demons in the room. They followed the first big demon to attack and swarmed up. Qin Mo was naturally unable to resist them for a while.

Just when Qin Mo kept blocking and retreating, and was gradually forced into a corner, a howling living missile bombarded the demon group.

I saw that Piccolo had condensed into a physical form at this time, holding a missile launcher with facial features in his hand that was howling.

The exploding missile did not kill the big demons, but injured more than a dozen big demons and embedded shrapnel in their bodies.

"I said we are a team, do you believe it?" Facing the angry gazes of the sixty-six giant demons, Piccolo said something like begging for mercy.

Some of the big demons went out to deal with Piccolo, fighting Qin Mo and Piccolo on two fronts at the same time.

When the Star God's lightning and flames are released, the big demon will be seriously injured or on the verge of death. However, because there are so many of them, one will be replaced by the next, so it is still difficult for Qin Mo to resist.

Seeing that the devil's crab claws were about to stab him from all directions, Qin Mo heard the human voice at the critical moment.

"Let us imagine what the Lord of Tyron looks like...whether we are soldiers, civilians or clergy of the Ecclesiarchy, whether we are in a church or guarding an intergalactic communications device, kneel now and do as I say."

"Close your eyes and pray."

"Lord Tyron, we are praying for you, hoping that our will can help you in the cold and dark subspace. We hope that you will survive, return, and continue to spread the will of the God-Emperor in the sector."

"What did you say? Well... Lord Tyrone, we hope you survive, return, and continue to spread reason and prosperity across the sector."

At first there was only the voice of a priest.

Then came the voices of a group of people.

And then there are the voices of hundreds of thousands of people.

Until the voices of nearly ten billion people in the entire star region echoed in Qin Mo's ears, the golden light on the power armor, scepter, and chain sword became more and more dazzling.

The power armor easily withstood the attacks of the big demons, and then the chain sword he swung cut off the heads of a whole row of big demons.

The wailing soul emerged from the broken body, and was then pulled and swallowed.

The big demons who were besieging Qin Mo subconsciously avoided the edge to avoid their immediate death.

The situation became chaotic.

Some big demons tried to counterattack after temporarily avoiding the attack, while others were running away.

Not only was Qin Mo out of trouble, but even Piccolo was out of danger, wearing an armor with ferocious demon faces printed on it and fighting his way out of the siege holding a howling missile launcher.

The two people who escaped from trouble looked at each other, and then stood together in tacit understanding to chase down the escaped demons.

"Give them some color!" Piccolo took out a living missile from nowhere.

"No! Don't! Just let me live for one more second... Sir Piccolo! Hmm..."

The loudly crying living missile did not receive mercy from Piccolo. It was forcibly smashed into the launcher's magazine and then shot out.

Star God Lightning followed closely behind the missile.

Those big demons that took the initiative to rush forward were quickly killed. Qin Mo continued to rush forward while pulling his soul, sometimes wielding the chain sword and scepter, and sometimes releasing the Star God's lightning and flames.

Until the end of the battle, the last big demon was targeted by Piccolo.

"Call me the Devil Widow Maker, bitch!" Piccolo pulled the trigger, but the launcher with facial features did not fire the missile.

It was Qin Mo who killed the last demon.

"I'm sorry, sir...I'm so tired..." Missile Launcher cried to Piccolo.

"Trash!" Piccolo waved the launcher angrily and smashed it against the wall, "Why can I only create a trash like you!"

Realizing that it was useless to get angry, Piccolo could only give up after hitting her hard twice. He looked at Qin Mo and saw Qin Mo trembling slightly as he walked up the red platform, approaching the woman who was tortured by the iron hook.

Piccolo did not urge Qin Mo, turned around and left the room.

Qin Mo, who was left behind, came to the woman and looked her up and down.

This is the doctor and his daughter who saved him fifteen years ago.

Yes, they are father and daughter.

The father's soul was fused into his daughter's body, and his rough, weathered face was attached to the woman's neck.

"Kill us..." the woman cried.

"I……"

"If you still remember that we helped you, then kill us! Kill us!" The face on the neck roared at Qin Mo.

"good."

Qin Mo nodded in agreement and raised his hand to pull the souls of father and daughter.

Their souls, like the previous demons, were crushed by the meat grinder-like Star God essence, and then turned into nourishment for the soul essence.

The only difference was that after the father and daughter realized that they would indeed be annihilated, they screamed and laughed at the same time, shouting words such as "Freedom, we helped you and you helped us, thank you".