Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"That little one killed a dozen Plague Marines and purified the well. I don't know why you would think she was someone who needed to be tested as a witch."

"If she's a friend or foe, then I wouldn't mind you testing her right away, but I've seen with my own eyes that everything she does is on the side of humanity."

"If the Emperor would indeed give his power to someone, then this girl must be the one who bears it."

Grote said his own opinion.

Iolansi goes in the left ear and out the right ear.

In fact, there is no need for Grote to talk nonsense, because Iolansi has heard Grote tell everything about the girl before, such as the Tyrone people's testing methods, and miracles.

But Iolanth didn't care.

"I could have ignored you, but out of respect for you, I have to explain it to you."

The red-armored nun leaned against the wall and slowly explained her reasons to Grote.

"You know, nuns have access to a lot of things that ordinary people can't access, such as real history, chronicles of living saints, and so on."

"There is such a record in the history I have seen."

"A living saint has infiltrated the top echelons of the state religion. Everyone thinks he is the spokesperson of the emperor's will, because the miracles he performed are so powerful that even zombies infected by the plague can be restored to normal by him."

"Then the Living Saint accused many Chapters of the Astartes of being disloyal and ordered them to carry out the Atonement Crusade in the name of the Emperor."

Speaking of this, Aiolansi smiled mockingly.

"Then it turned out that those Astartes Chapters were originally loyalists, and that Living Saint was corrupted, but what he did was irreversible. Those loyal Space Marines became dark false gods in desperate situations. 's lackey."

"I just want to tell you that the enemy will use what we want to see against us. Those dark false gods don't mind disguising their dirty power as some kind of miracle from the God Emperor."

After hearing all the words, Grote fell into deep thought.

In Grote's mind, there was no distinction between good and evil in the corridor at this time.

He who protects the girl is not a righteous person, and Iolanth who wants to use those witch testing procedures on the girl is not a bad person either.

There is no good or evil, only differences in ideas and actions between two people who truly have humanity in mind.

The Ecclesiarchy, the Sisters, the Inquisition.

These three forces are extremely extreme, but they are not all a bunch of bastards who go around doing bad things just to show off their power.

From Iolanth's point of view, the witch test is necessary.

Otherwise, is it because of the pseudo-miracles of the dark gods that have been shown in history that the girl is believed to be a living saint, and then he holds her up to a high place and finally gives her the ability to cause irreparable damage?

Grote recalled what Qin Mo once said.

"Human beings have experienced too many cruel things in this dark universe, and the lessons they have learned by consuming tens of billions of lives have forced them to become extreme, because if they underestimate the enemy, the consequences will be another tens of billions and thousands of A tragedy in which billions or even trillions of lives were lost.”

"Humanity is like a frightened cat, full of fear and wariness of all things, whether with good intentions or ill intentions, and the Inquisition is the pawn of this frightened cat."

After thinking about it, Grote said to the nun: "We tested her in our own way. Her soul is pure. If you don't believe it, I can apply for the scholar who specializes in using psychic powers to come here to conduct the test in person... …”

"Is your testing method recognized by the empire and the state church?" Aiolans asked, "I am just an ordinary nun. I do not have the authority to decide whether your testing method is effective. I can only rely on the accumulated experience of my predecessors. I’ll do things based on my experience.”

"..." Grote was silent.

Aiolanth continued: "Besides, I can't believe you. You are the Terminator Thorax. You fought him alone and won. It's hard for me not to think that you are... blessed by something. God The emperor will not care about those who do not believe, so what is it that protects you?"

This sentence is an accusation.

Grote denied the accusation, but the nun's words brought him back to his memories.

That was a memory that he least wanted to think of and let others know.

…

The battle for Tianwei.

On the Celestial Engine satellite structure, Groot lay among the rubble.

The angel who descended from the sky restored his body, just restored it, and then flew away into the sky.

Grote couldn't believe that he had survived, and the lower body that had been blown up by the bomb was back again. The intestines that were pressed under the rubble were still outside, but he couldn't feel that he was missing anything.

The power armor's self-examination confirmed that Groot was physically fine.

"What courage! What determination!"

A thunderous voice echoed in Grote's ears.

The sound gave him a splitting headache and visions before his eyes.

Groat found himself no longer beneath the ruins of Titan but above a bloody plain of brass and skulls.

A red demon was speaking to Groat.

"Follow it, follow it to my throne."

"You will gain powerful power that no mortal creature can ever have. I will shape you into a warrior, one who does not need to die with Thorax and can kill thousands of Thorax with just an axe." Mighty warrior!"

A giant brass throne seemed to appear behind the red demon.

Grote was lost in thought.

Everything in front of me felt familiar, exactly like being in the Lower Chao Arena, where rivers of blood flowed, and the statues of brave champions stood in the pool of blood.

Grote's gaze moved upwards and looked directly at the throne: "Then I will become like my brother who can't tell the difference between friend and foe, killing weak bastards?"

The being on the throne spoke through the demon's mouth, and every syllable gave Groat a splitting headache.

"Your brother is not qualified to be my servant. He succumbed to the pleasure of killing weaklings like a twisted reptile, but you are not!"

"You asked for a duel with the Chaos Lord of a warband. Even because Thorax was injured, you took off your power armor and said it was only fair. You humiliated the Lord of a Chaos warband with your actions! What determination! What a determination! Feat! What courage!”

"The battle between you is nowhere near as intense as the battle between those Space Marines, but it pleases me more than any carnage in the universe!"

Listening to the praise coming from the devil's mouth, Grote felt calm.

"But my brother did become good at killing weaklings after he believed in you. He used to have strong empathy and would not hesitate to help the weak when he saw them being bullied."

"So I think……"

Grote looked directly at the throne: "You are a cowardly god, and your followers are also cowards. Those who believe in you will bully the weak and become cowards who only enjoy the pleasure of killing and don't care why they fight. Otherwise How did my brother become like that?”

"..."

The devil was silent.

After a moment, the demon raised his hand and pointed at Groat.

Raging anger filled Grote's chest, and his body became taller and stronger, with blood-red wings emerging from his back.

"Do you know that I don't have to consider whether you want to be my servant?"

"What a grace it is for me to talk to you personally, but you trample this grace under your feet and look at me with prejudice!"

Grote was unable to respond, all his willpower being used to fight off the things that invaded him.

But his will was completely insufficient to form a defense.

All kinds of things flooded into the brain like a torrent.

Grote knew what was before him.

Blood God.

I also know what happened to the followers of Thorax. They are believers who want to please the Blood God with killing.

And what he is undergoing now is the process of becoming a demon, which is exactly what those Blood God believers dream of, and he does not need to sacrifice his skull in killing, or become a champion in fighting. From a certain point of view, this is indeed a blessing. Favor.

But Grote was unwilling to accept this.

"It went pretty well. I was worried that you would turn into a Chaos Egg."

Grote lowered his head and saw that one of his hands was intact, while the other hand had turned into a blood-red arm thicker than an adult's chest.

However, these changes soon gradually dissipated.

Grote felt that something was helping him build a defense, and all the things that his weak will as a mortal could not resist were resisted.

All the illusions before my eyes disappeared.

Grote woke up and found that he was still lying in the ruins. Everything he had just experienced seemed like a dream.

If Qin Mo knew about this, Qin Mo would be afraid for Grote.

Groat was almost forcibly promoted by Khorne, and became a chosen one like Khorne's Bride Valkia, who would not be punished by Khorne even if she always failed without brushing up performance.

…

"I was not blessed by any power." Grote turned from memories to reality. "Of course I couldn't beat Thorax. He knocked me down with just a few hits, and he wanted me to be loyal to him. In the end, I detonated the bomb and both of us died, but the power armor protected me and I didn’t die.”

"Only you know what exactly happened."

"You are a Tyrone. Even if what you have experienced is enough to cause you to be scrutinized by the Inquisition for decades, you will not be scrutinized by anyone, because no one dares to compete with the Tyrone Navy."

Iolansi said and walked out of the dormitory.

This chapter has reached three thousand words. I have to leave quickly.