Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The Son of God's decision was immediately carried out.

The most powerful elite group in the entire planet's Planetary Defense Force was drawn out and became the Lion Guard of the Lion King.

And the ship belonging to the state religion was also hung with the flag of the First Legion and became the flagship.

Under the greetings of everyone on the planet, the Lion King took his Lion Guards and boarded the flagship on a transport plane.

The interior of the flagship can only be described as tattered.

Originally, this ship belonged to people who went on pilgrimage to Terra. The pilgrim team had just returned and the ship had not had time to clean up.

The path to the command deck was littered with Ecclesiastical symbols left by pilgrims, and even as he passed through the pods used to house ordinary pilgrims, Lane saw feces strewn across the hallways.

But fortunately, the original body didn't care very much, and led the Lion Guards forward in the corridor with their heads held high.

This is definitely the weirdest Lion Guard the First Legion has ever seen.

A group of people wearing tattered armor and patchwork long swords. The only decent thing about them was that each of them had pride on their faces.

As a mortal, he serves as the Lion Guard and protects the original body.

Can you not be proud?

"The Primarch enters the command deck!"

The state priest who also serves as the captain of the flagship shouted at the top of his lungs to everyone on the command deck.

"Go and greet the original!" the captain shouted to the stunned crew.

Then the two crew members ran to the gate, grabbed the chain holding the gate and turned it hard.

Two people were not enough, so the captain yelled at three more people.

It took five people working hard to open the gate that was in disrepair.

The original body, who had been blocked out for ten seconds, led the Lion Guards into the command deck with their heads held high.

In the center of the command deck, the captain directed two or three people to remove the wooden chairs that were no wider than the lower body of the primarch and replace the seats with wooden boxes.

"Flagship conducting pre-voyage inspection."

Ryan sat on the wooden box and gave orders, his movements full of domineering.

“Final inspection before sailing!”

"Everything is fine in the engine bay and the dimension engine is running fine!"

"The augury is activated, everything... well, the augur is not normal."

"The battleship's propulsion system is not working properly, and someone has already gone to repair it!"

"..."

Nothing in the entire ship is functional except for the engine bays and dimensional engines.

The captain roared and ordered his men to go away for repairs. At the same time, he felt very remorseful and guilty.

Escorting the Primarch to Holy Terra was a glorious undertaking, but half of it was botched before it even began.

"Son of God... I... I really deserve to die..." The captain came to Ryan, knelt down and put his forehead on Ryan's shoe, begging for forgiveness from the Son of God.

However, Ryan didn't feel angry at all. He stretched out his hand to support the captain: "Don't blame yourself, I know you have provided the best thing you have."

The captain burst into tears of gratitude and reached out to take the primarch's offered hand.

boom--

Before the two hands could hold each other, the sound of breaking echoed throughout the command deck.

The busy crew members looked back and turned pale with fright.

The wooden box where the original body was sitting was broken into pieces, and the original body was sitting in the wood residue.

The Lion Guards were also startled, and rushed forward to try to pull the original body out of the debris.

"I'm fine."

"How could I even think about sitting on a wooden box... I'm crazy."

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Ryan stood up on his own and motioned to the Lion Guards to continue standing beside him.

"Ahem...it's okay, keep doing what you have to do."

Ryan motioned to the captain not to panic and to do serious things.

The captain quickly got up and directed the crew to repair the ship.

Ryan stopped sitting at this time and stood in the center of the command deck with his hands behind his hands.

"The auspicious instrument has been repaired!"

"The propulsion system is normal!"

"..."

A series of reports sounded.

The captain looked towards the primarch.

At the same time, the dimension engine projects the star map into the command deck.

The dimension engine was installed when the pilgrim ship entered the Tyrone sector to refit the dimension engine. Not only does it not cause problems, it also has many additional functions.

The star map in front of you is one of the additional features.

"Go to the nearest trading station first." Ryan looked at the star map. He saw a marked trading station two hundred light years away from the flagship, "Set sail."

There were not many supplies on the ship at this time, and Ryan didn't want to take away the few food and polonium fuel on the planet, so he had to find a way to find a place to beg for alms.

"Sail!" the captain turned to a boy who was a handyman on the command deck and shouted.

"Sail! Set sail!" the kid ran out of the command deck and shouted as he ran towards the engine room.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the ship was gradually enveloped by a light curtain, and then a dimensional rift opened directly in front of the ship.

The propulsion system operates at full speed, pushing the ship towards the dimensional rift.

This was Ryan's first experience of dimensional navigation. He also knew that this dimensional navigation was developed by the Tyrone Star Region, but he just wanted to experience this method of super-light navigation.

"Make sure the protection system is functioning properly, or I will skin you!" The Anglican priest who also served as the captain was a little irritable and a little nervous. After warning the crew, he whispered in a low voice: "No... no no... if the protection system If it doesn't work properly, we will all die..."

The ship enters a dimensional rift.

At this moment, Ryan felt that his senses had changed, and everything he could see with his naked eyes were lines.

The invisible time, probability, fate, and all other information have become lines visible to the naked eye.

It's just that due to the limitations of his senses, Ryan was unable to interpret these lines.

The ship sailed in the dimensional space for a few minutes, and the star map on the command deck showed that the ship had sailed a distance of ten light years.

"This thing seems to be much easier to use than the space engine." Ryan said.

"Of course, this is a gift from the God Emperor to mankind!" the state priest and captain responded.

After hearing this, Ryan took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows.

The captain continued: "If we can meet the Tyrone navy who is out on a mission, then we can also use the webway and the speed will be faster."

"Webway?" Ryan twitched his ears, "Are you talking about the Webway?"

"Yes." The captain nodded vigorously, "The last time we went on a pilgrimage to Terra, the God-Emperor directed the Tyron Navy to meet us, and then they took us along the webway."

"Praise the God-Emperor."

The captain added.

"You should thank the Tyrone Navy." Ryan glanced back at the captain, and then said in his heart, "They may care about you more than my father."

The ship continued sailing.

The dimensional engine will not directly allow the ship to reach its destination. The ship must travel a certain distance and then exit the dimensional space, then recharge and sail again.

Along the way, the Primarch's flagship was discovered on some Imperial worlds and starports equipped with dimensional navigation ship management systems.

Unbeknownst to Ryan, a legend spread among the stars.

A broken ship that dared to fly the flag of the First Legion's Primarch was running around, rushing to deliver achievements to the Inquisition.

I’ll update these first today. It’s been snowing here for two days. Our work unit asked us to clear the snow. It only costs 200 yuan.