Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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A large transport plane is sailing towards Macragge.

In the deepest chamber of the transport plane, the Custodes Tribune Kirken was fully armed and fighting a powerful opponent.

If there were people from the Five Hundred Worlds present at this moment, they would definitely find out in surprise and anger that the person fighting with Corken's life was not a demon or a Plague Marine, but Guilliman, their Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.

"In the eyes of others, you are a conscientious imperial regent, but in our eyes, you are not."

"You are a villain who wants to steal my lord's achievements."

"As your problem-child brothers have judged, you are an ambitious bastard."

Kirken held a shield to resist Guilliman's continuous slashes.

The flaming sword left several marks on the specially made adamantine shield.

Almost all of Kirken's strength was used to hold the shield to resist Guilliman's onslaught. This special shield was too heavy, but its performance far exceeded the expectations of Kirken and the other Custodes. Corken Guilliman has nothing to do.

And in Corken's sarcastic words and tone, Guilliman became angry just as the Advocate had imagined.

"What are you waiting for! Ryan!" Kirken roared into the void. "This angry guy got a pair of adoptive parents who love him, but you are struggling in the dangerous forest of Caliban." You’ve been trying to survive for a long time, vent your anger and jealousy on this ambitious thing!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a Ryan jumped out of the wall.

With Ryan joining the fight, Kirken doesn't have to just block.

Taking advantage of the two beasts...the beasts in Kirken's eyes, Kirken looked for opportunities while they were fighting. Finally, after Guilliman's arm was chopped off by Ryan's sword, Kirken threw away his shield, held the spear tightly with both hands, and rushed forward with a lunge to strike hard. Stab Guilliman in the back of the heart.

No attack of this magnitude could render the Primarch incapacitated, and Guilliman turned back to Corken with a deafening roar of pain and fury.

But the roar soon ceased.

Because Lion took Guilliman's flaming sword and cut off the head of the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar with one sword.

Then both Guilliman and the Llane transformed from flesh-and-blood humans into blurry pixels, then faded away.

The lights in the secret room turned on, and the servitor's announcement sounded.

"The 121st simulated battle is over."

As usual, Kirken will check his performance in the battle just now, and then try his best to analyze his shortcomings and advantages from the battle video, as well as Guilliman's disadvantages, and think about what will happen if he really fights the original body. What will become.

But Kirken didn't have time at this moment. He just used the free time during the transport plane's flight to Macragge to practice. It wouldn't be too late to watch the battle video when he was free.

Moreover, simulated battles will inevitably have some shortcomings due to equipment and data limitations. It is better to follow the original body and analyze the real advantages and disadvantages of the original body.

"It's best not to let me discover anything, Regent." Kirken put down his shield and spear, turned around and walked out of the secret room.

The transport plane is almost entering Macragge's atmosphere.

Kirken, who came out of the secret room, and his colleagues holding spears and shields looked at each other, nodded, and then stood in front of the hatch and waited.

At this time, Kirken glanced at the window and saw a battleship suddenly appearing outside.

That battleship was full of the style of the Tyron Sector, with a black, angular adamantine shell, but the way it appeared was not the common appearance style of Tyron battleships.

It was as if a picture of the battleship had been splashed with ink, making it look blurry. Then the blurry battleship galloped from a distance to near Macragge's orbit, and then gradually became clearer.

If Kirken is not mistaken...

If the Custodian Tribune's eyesight had not been weakened by too much time in the palace, the warship would have emerged from Macragge's star just as Kirken saw it.

The ship followed an extremely fast straight line without avoiding anything.

"The Tyrones' new faster-than-light technology?"

Kirken heard a colleague ask himself.

"I have no idea."

Kirken shook his head.

After finishing speaking, Kirken was silent for two seconds and then added another sentence.

"Even I don't know."

The transport plane trembled, and the ten imperial guards who followed Kirken to the Five Hundred World immediately held their heads high, their shields erected in front of them, and their spears.

The hatch slowly opened, and Kirken led the Imperial Army team out of the transport plane.

The Forbidden Army tribune first saw the wounded soldiers near the tarmac waiting to board the transport plane to Yax.

A look of contempt flashed across Kirken's face beneath his golden helmet.

Then the Adeptus Custodes tribune moved his eyes and saw Guilliman coming to the tarmac surrounded by Calgar and various sub-groups of the Ultramarines. They had just walked up the steps.

"Photography..."

Just when Kirken wanted to say hello politely, Guilliman led the people past him, walked to an empty place, and stood still.

Then a rift opened in front of Guilliman, and four people walked out of it.

In the middle is Lord Tyrone.

Kirken had never seen him, but he could guess.

Next to the Lord of Tyrone was a blonde woman.

The moment he saw this woman, Kirken narrowed his eyes.

Behind Lord Tyrone were two guards standing on the left and right.

The power armor of one of the guards was emitting hot air.

"You're finally here!"

"I encountered a Death Guard warship on the way. I wasted a few minutes."

There was a burst of laughter over there, and Kirken listened to the conversation between the two masters of the Five Hundred Worlds and the Tyrone Sector. They seemed to have a good relationship, and the Lord of Tyrone even floated up and hugged Guilliman, and then pulled He set out to introduce the people he had brought to Guilliman.

"Winesa, you've seen it."

Guilliman walked up to Vanessa, knelt down and looked at the lady's pupils, smiled and stretched out his hand: "It seems that I should call you madam at this time, not anything else."

"Otherwise?" Vanessa's pupils flashed with golden light, "Unless you want to call me daddy in front of so many people."

Upon hearing this, Calgar and the captains of the sub-corps who had followed Guilliman burst out in surprise, discussing in whispers why this blonde lady had such a bad mouth.

"We know each other and have a good relationship, so we made a joke. You know, a little humor from your genetic father..." Guilliman turned around awkwardly and explained to his heirs, and then walked to the forbidden room behind Qin Mo. In front of the guards.

Gray, the commander-in-chief of the Praetorian Guard.

Anruida, a civil servant in the Imperial Guard.

The former has just powered the hyperdrive engine on the frigate, and the power armor is also dissipating heat.

Guilliman had seen the latter, and it was Enreda who was responsible for taking care of the original body during the first trip to Tyron.

After shaking hands with the people brought by Qin Mo one by one, Guilliman and Qin Mo walked side by side in front of Koken, the tribune of the Imperial Army.

"sorry, I……"

"You don't need to explain anything, I understand."

Corken interrupted Guilliman's words, and then bowed to Guilliman with great respect.