Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The First Legion is the Emperor's Sword.

They are full of secrets, and then they deal with the secrets and store the secrets.

As master of the First Legion, Lion endured and kept more secrets than his brothers could have imagined.

While others are immersed in the superficial harmony and prosperity, Ryan, out of habit and responsibility, must consider more and darker things.

So Ryan asked.

"Whether your iron man will fight for humanity or fight to destroy humanity is all in your mind?"

Faced with this repeated question, Qin Mo thought for a moment.

The answer is: correct.

In Qin Mo's innermost imagination, if there was no Chaos and only aliens such as the Orcs and Spirits, Tai Lung would definitely attack the empire until mankind was rescued from tyranny, cruelty and ignorance.

If you think about it from his perspective, Ryan's concerns are not unreasonable.

This is why Qin Mo finds Ryan difficult to deal with.

And why the person supported in the Mechanicus was the unknown Vic, not Belisarius Caul.

From a certain perspective, Ryan and Call are the same type of people.

Guarding so many secrets, no matter where you are, only the Emperor is always there to look up.

"I don't have time to argue with you." Qin Mo didn't answer Ryan's question and raised his finger to the sky. "Pick a boat and get on it, and then go to Terra."

Ryan laughed and said, "I might be thrown into the void by your ship on the way."

"Believe me, no, because the conflict has not intensified to that point yet." Qin Mo shook his head, "The emperor has sat on the golden throne, and you are no longer the violent executioner ten thousand years ago, but obviously, You still need some time to adapt to your current identity and life.”

Hearing this, Ryan shook his head slowly. He did not think that his identity and responsibilities had changed.

The Tyrone Sector is now undoubtedly the Empire's helper, or collaborator. This is a sure thing.

Ryan had already learned from Zabriel about various things that had happened over the past ten thousand years, including Tyrone's support for Cardia.

But Ryan habitually thinks of things in the worst case, because he knows that the Emperor will do this, and the Emperor will definitely prepare himself to be his executioner after thinking in the worst case.

Those navigators and astropaths high up in the Empire probably could not have imagined that the Emperor had planned their complete annihilation thousands of years ago.

Those Mechanicus who consider themselves collaborators of the Empire would not have imagined that the First Legion has one duty, which is to destroy the Mechanicus when the Mechanicus shows that it is uncontrollable. This is a back-up left by the Emperor.

In order to make the First Legion and the First Heir better able to serve as executioners, the Emperor even gave many forbidden things to the First Legion, such as the Extinction Machine, and many other taboo, terrifying and powerful prehistoric relics.

When the Astropath and Navigator families all submitted, and their family representatives and the empire's top officials were enjoying themselves, Ryan had to stand aside and think about how to kill these people.

While the Adeptus Mechanicus presented many Titans and ships to the empire, Ryan had to think about how to destroy the Adeptus Mechanicus in the future when the Adeptus Mechanicus was out of control.

As for Tyrone...

A sector led by a god who looks like a god, acts like a god, but does not admit that he is a god.

Full of all kinds of forbidden technologies.

Those teleportation technologies are even being used by civilians.

The ship and weapon styles are completely different from those of the Human Empire.

Even if the productivity is strong enough to equip ordinary soldiers with power armor, the cost of an infantryman may be higher than the cost of an Astra Militarum platoon.

Turn a deaf ear to the ban on artificial intelligence.

National population registration, artificial intelligence management database, this kind of technical means turned the various infiltration methods of the trial court into a joke, and the investigation activities were completely unable to be carried out.

The Inquisition, an institution established by Markmaster Malcador, was a high-ranking institution whose members were executed at will by Talon.

This is everything Ryan sees from his subjective perspective.

Ryan thought about his brother who was the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds. It was hard for him not to think that there was another reason for the good relationship between Guilliman and the Tyrone Sector.

After thinking about it again and again, Ryan said to Qin Mo: "I won't take your boat. I will find a way to get to Terra by myself."

"Okay." Qin Mo turned around, and a crack formed in front of him.

When the Lord of Tyrone was about to step into the rift, Ryan suddenly said: "About Zabriel and the others... I must thank you for this."

Qin Mo paused, and finally entered the rift without saying a word, and disappeared after the rift closed.

The fleet overhead immediately entered a fissure the size of a planet and disappeared.

"Huh..." Ryan exhaled for a long time, feeling that all the pressure on his body disappeared.

Is the Tyrone Sector really a threat?

Now alone, Ryan asked himself.

The answer is: of course.

Being a threat depends not on intent but on the power possessed.

But Ryan can also see that the Tyrones are definitely not bad, otherwise they would not take in those Space Marines who have nowhere to go, let alone help the Cadians.

As for confronting the Tribunal, it cannot be said that they did something wrong... Ryan himself felt that they should be careful about the Tribunal.

…

A moment later, Ryan sat in the meeting hall of the planet capital, meeting with the top brass of the army he had trained, the priests of the state church, and representatives of the families who had previously contributed to the war.

It was a meeting, but when the meeting started, Ryan said nothing, just frowning and thinking.

Ryan was thinking about how the planet would function normally next.

The planet was paralyzed when the Governor was killed, and Ryan didn't want that to happen again.

"Sign a contract with me." Ryan said to everyone, "Each of your forces will select a representative to form a thirteen-person council to jointly manage the world."

This is an order from the Son of God, and no one has any objections. Unless the planet is destroyed by war, no one will dare to destroy the Thirteen People Council.

Now, ten thousand years later, most people who grew up under the influence of the state religion, regardless of their status, believe that anyone who dares to disobey the God Emperor and God Son will be punished by God.

"Sir." The priest stood up and saluted Ryan, "I suggest that you take the Tyrone ship and rush to Terra, because you are the son of God and you need to have an entourage that matches your status, otherwise..."

The priest did not continue, but Ryan knew that he meant that otherwise he would be considered by the Inquisition to be pretending to be the original body.

It wouldn't be very difficult to find a very tall man pretending to be the Primarch in a galaxy filled with psionics and sorcery.

"I'll have this kind of entourage."

Ryan glanced at the military men.

"The best among you can come with me, you will be my Lion Guard."

"As for the ship... doesn't your state religion have a ship? Embroider the flag of the First Legion and hang it on the ship. The ship I am on will be the flagship!"

"And the Inquisition...if they dare to stop me, I will take their heads to Terra to announce the return of the original body."

After hearing what Ryan said, everyone present was stunned.

The Lion Guard, which is similar to Guilliman's Honor Guard, can only be filled by the most elite Space Marines of the First Legion.

At this time, under the leadership of the Lion King, those mortals will become the Lion Guard and return to Terra with the original body. This will be something unprecedented and unprecedented.

As for putting a flag on the little shabby ship of the State Religion and declaring it a flagship...it seems that there is really no problem.

The ship on which the Primarch resided was the flagship, for he was the genetic father of the Space Marines, a descendant of the God-Emperor.