Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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at the same time.

Tyrone One.

Qin Mo stood in the research facility, listening to the report on the construction of the star gate on the Ultramar border by the engineering ship.

If everything goes well, the five hundred worlds of Ultramar will have the first star gate.

As for Tai Lung, the Star Gate is also in the process of being established, but the issue of site selection is still being considered, which is not so urgent.

After listening to the report, Qin Mo started to do another thing, which was to use the psychic matrix to create a place for souls to inhabit in the subspace.

As a project consultant, the Emperor possessed by Vanessa is naturally also in the research facility.

"The psychic matrix is ​​growing very fast." The Emperor used his psychic vision to look at the entities condensed by the psychic matrix in the subspace.

The speed at which this entity expands depends on how much soul matter the Emperor can churn out, and how much of the psychic matrix can be created at full capacity.

One day, perhaps the subspace entity condensed by the psychic matrix can be as powerful as the icy sun. Although it cannot directly defeat the four gods, the four gods should not be manipulated casually.

"What kind of place do you want to create for souls to live in?" the Emperor asked.

"The kind that can be reincarnated, but the most important thing is to protect the soul." Qin Mo did not make a wish to the emperor. The control of psychic entities needed to be completed by scholars, so he transmitted the order to the scholars.

Scholars in the Warp immediately forged soul vessels.

One advantage of subspace is that the energy that can be utilized is inexhaustible. The limitations of the real universe, such as space and time, do not exist in subspace at all.

It is a pity that human souls must travel through the subspace. Unless the Emperor can cry out the soul stone belonging to humans, otherwise, if you want to protect the soul, you can only find a way in the subspace.

The creation of a soul container is not difficult.

It's not as difficult as using the devil's soul as a canned ingredient.

When Qin Mo finished issuing the order, he quietly waited for the scholar's report.

"..." The emperor stood aside and looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo was busy with the Star Gate at this time. He was trying to use the principles of shaping the Star Gate to create a webway that belonged to living creatures in the real universe and did not go through the subspace.

There are many ways to travel faster than light speed, but the premise is not to touch the subspace.

While conducting research, Qin Mo would occasionally take out a piece of soul crystal from the can on the table and eat it.

The emperor felt that it was the most extreme and evil thing he had ever seen. What kind of brain circuit could come up with the idea of ​​using the souls of demons as raw materials for processing. All he could think of was to use the ancient holy magic cube full of demons. Sealed, that's all.

"About Ryan..." The Emperor said hesitantly.

"I don't care what Ryan thinks of me." Qin Mo shook his head, "It's you, why don't you go with me to the outside of the Gate of Tyrone, and go down to meet the deceiver after I blow his head off."

The Emperor's humanity met Sanguinius and Guilliman, but not the Lion.

This puzzled Qin Mo.

"What can I say to Ryan when I see him?" The emperor stood with his hands behind his hands and asked Qin Mo, "Tell him: Dad loves you? Can he believe it?"

"Why doesn't he believe it? You, your human will appeared in front of him. He has been sleeping for ten thousand years and feels unfamiliar with everything now. At this time, if you say something nice to him, he will definitely feel that he has been comforted. ." Qin Mo said.

The Emperor fell silent.

Part of this comes from the pure humanity of the Emperor who feels he can have a nice word to say to anyone but the Lion.

Ryan worked as his executioner ten thousand years ago. He did many things, guarded many secrets, and endured a lot of pressure, but he never received the recognition and rewards he should have received.

"I don't know how you created Ryan in the first place." Qin Mo looked at the emperor, "But you must have added your twisting characteristics to Ryan's genes."

"Perhaps I wouldn't be so stubborn when my will was intact." The Emperor shook his head.

Qin Mo wants to say that you are actually so stubborn, whether you are complete or incomplete, but the latter has more characteristics than the former.

For example, he likes to be a riddle man and holds back what he has to say without saying anything, which is close to the characteristics of social fear.

But there is no point in saying this.

The Emperor's will has become what it is now, and I'm afraid it will never be possible to hold it together again.

"For the Primarchs, you, this part of the human will, your existence is a blessing to them."

With a final sigh, Qin Mo began to study a new thing.

The Emperor discovered that the object had psychic components and contained a container-like device.

"What's this?"

"A device that can store Elsa's power and apply it to external objects."

Qin Mo was fiddling with his new research. Compared with newer super-light navigation, this research will produce results soon.

"Elsa is right here with you, why don't you just call her out and use her power?" the emperor asked with a smile. The smile on his face proved that he was asking questions knowingly.

Qin Mo glanced at the emperor and replied helplessly: "I am a man-made device for someone in the Terra Palace. Although he doesn't say anything directly and likes to be a riddler, although he does not necessarily agree with me, he Some of his will still spoke ill of me when I met his son... But he has endured ten thousand years of pain for the continuation of mankind, and I must do something to help him."

"Hey, that's right, man." The emperor sat aside and waited quietly.

After a while, the emperor suddenly recalled something, the smile on his face disappeared, and he sat on the chair and was immersed in memories.

At this moment, the Emperor felt like he was beneath the palace of Terra.

Busy on the side is Markado, the master of the magic pattern.

When the two are alone, Malcador becomes more talkative.

The Emperor was always the one who listened. He was not used to telling others what he was thinking, because over the long years he found that the people who listened to him always left one after another, and he would still be replaced by the next person. Gotta say it again.

"Will you leave me, Malcador? Like Erda and Orpeson?"

"Of course not, we will fight side by side until mankind returns to prosperity and rationality again. At that time, if you are willing, we will find an inaccessible planet to live in seclusion and bring the original bodies with us."

The emperor nodded silently, raising the corners of his mouth slightly. He believed what Malcador said.

"Let Mortarion farm the land, let Perturabo do the hard work, let Guilliman take care of the ledgers, and Dorne will be responsible for building the houses..."

"..."

The Emperor heard Malcador's voice echoing in his ears, but he was extremely sad because he had seen Malcador's end with his own eyes.

On the golden throne, a thin and withered man sat on it, enduring heinous torture.

Malcador burned his life for humanity and the empire.

"Praise be to the great Malcador," the Emperor said in his mind.