Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

When the Macragge's Glory arrived at Parmenio, Parmenio had been gradually recovered by the 44th Infantry Regiment, the Battle Sisters, and the mortal auxiliaries.

But nothing was more exciting than the news that the Primarch himself had arrived in Parmenio to pay his respects to the civilians and warriors alike.

The Primarch did not stay on Parmenio for long, and left within a day.

A spaceport was set up in the safe city of Parmenio, and the Ultramarines cooperated with the locals to continue cleaning up the entire planet.

Ships from Tyron's navy came to cleanse the entire planet of Nurgle's corruption.

After all this was over, the mortal auxiliary army would have had the opportunity to go to Yax for vacation, but the order from the original body himself made the auxiliary army happily give up the vacation.

This order is to supervise the psychic girl.

"The Sisters have no right to supervise this or that psyker. This is the order of the Primarch herself."

Outside the standardized dormitories built by logistics machinery in Hekaton, the Primaris Space Marines sent by Guilliman showed the order signed by the original body himself and announced the arrangements for the psychic girl to the people present.

Among those present was Grote.

Colonel Devoles of the Mortal Auxiliary.

Red-armored Sister Iolanth of the Sisters of Battle.

When the Primaris Space Marines announced the order, Iolanth leaned against the wall and watched as if she didn't care about the matter at all, but everyone could see that she was very dissatisfied.

"You heard me, Sister," Devores said to Iolanth. "I will protect the girl. You don't have to worry."

Aolansi's beautiful face had a cold expression and she said nothing.

The Primaris Space Marines then followed Devoles' men to familiarize themselves with the local environment. He himself also received an order from the original body to stay here to supervise the psychic girl, so he naturally had to familiarize himself with the environment.

After the Primaris Space Marines left, Iolanth also left with the Sisters.

At this time only Grote and Devoles were left here.

"The 44th Infantry Regiment has just received an order to advance along the front line with the friendly forces." Grote walked towards De Walles, took out a small package and handed it to him, "These are my gifts to you."

Grote had been working with DeVoles for some time and found him to be a good guy and that the two of them got along very well.

This relationship cannot be said to be very good, but it is a friendship on the battlefield after all.

"Thank you, thank you." Devoles took the package moved and opened it to see what was wrapped inside.

A transmission beacon.

A box of potions.

A box of quick-replenishing biomass.

"The medicine can save lives." Grote pointed to the medicine and told Devoles how to use it. "If you are not seriously injured, just inject the medicine. If there is a big hole in your chest or somewhere, then You have to take an injection of medicine first and then a shot of biomass, otherwise the robot in the medicine will not have enough material to repair your wound."

"Thank you, Captain Grote." Devoles put the two items in his backpack and gave Grote a hug.

Grote patted Devolus on the shoulder, his eyes falling on the teleportation beacon.

He himself didn't know why he gave the teleportation beacon to Devoles. This was not his own idea, but an order from Lord Tyrone.

But since it is the order of Lord Tyrone, just follow it.

"It's time for me to go." Grote turned on the protection device and said when the energy covered his body, "If I am still alive after the war, you can treat me to a drink."

After saying that, Grote disappeared in front of the opened rift.

The 44th Infantry Regiment has all boarded the ship and left for the next war zone.

Devoles watched Grote leave completely, the rift closed, and he lowered his head and looked at the potion box in his hand.

This potion is very valuable, and any noble is willing to exchange hundreds of thousands of throne coins or supplies for it.

Selling just one would make DeVoles a rich man and never have to fight a war again.

After hesitating for a while while staring at the medicine box, Devoles called the medic: "Use these medicines for those who have been fatally wounded."

…

The Macragge's Glory led the Ultramar naval fleet, and the Glory of Mankind led the Tyronian naval fleet.

The two fleets are following the pace of their respective leaders and flagships, gradually clearing many invaded worlds in the Ultramar sector. Since the enemy's offensive is gradually retreating, it seems that they are about to retreat, so even some that have been invaded by the enemy The occupied planets were also quickly recovered.

During this uneventful war, something happened that surprised both Guilliman and Qin Mo.

The fleet encounters the Weeper.

Twelve strike cruisers led by the flagship of the Storm Lady took the initiative to find the fleet and sent hundreds of millions of civilians rescued by the Weeper Chapter from the occupied areas to the transport ships in the fleet, and then the transport ships were sent to a safe world.

When the Weeper fleet was about to set off to rescue the next group of people in need, Foros took the time to communicate with the Macragge's Glory.

"Lord of Tyrone."

"Primarch."

When Foros' holographic image appeared in the command deck, Guilliman and Qin Mo saw Foros saluting them respectively.

"Thank you for your contribution to Five Hundred Worlds." Guilliman thanked Foros.

"I'm just doing something for people who are devastated by war," said Foros.

The Weeper Chapter participated in the War of Five Hundred Worlds, which was reasonable but unexpected.

Obviously, the Lamenters with Talon's help are more capable of carrying out their great cause.

Guilliman had heard a rumor before.

On the planets occupied by enemies in the Five Hundred Worlds, survivors can get help from angels as long as they have the ability to send out signals.

At first Guilliman thought it was the rescue team sent by the Four Heroes, but later he found out that it was not the case. It was the heirs of his brother Sanguinius who were saving his people in the occupied area.

The Weepers, a group of noble people, are doing what they can.

No matter how dangerous the world may be, the Weeper will respond to calls for help.

The Storm Lady flagship, which is more powerful than any founding regiment flagship, will rush into the galaxy with a group of strike cruisers, use light spears tens of millions of kilometers away to clear the hostile naval forces in the galaxy, and then teleport the army to the surface.

More than 700 Space Marines, all equipped with Terminator power armor.

Each combat team has at least two warriors' Terminator armor equipped with Cyclone missile launchers.

There is also a Dresdu Dreadnought.

They will teleport to the most core place with the most enemies, and then shout something like "for the people we cherish, we are with the glory", rush over to beat the enemies to a pulp, and rescue all the civilians who are still alive, even if they are not even The wounded who are unconscious and unable to move will never give up.

Wherever there is disaster, wherever there are tortured mortals, there are mourners.

Even when the Imperial Fist Chapter, which also has the same yellow color scheme, goes on a mission, the locals will ask if you are the Weeper?

"You no longer need to go deep alone." Qin Mo said to Foros, "Our fleet is gradually regaining the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds until the enemy is completely driven out."

"We will fight until everyone in the Five Hundred Worlds returns to peace. Let my regiment be the vanguard." Foros said firmly, "The Lamenters will serve as the vanguard of the huge fleet and penetrate the enemy's defense line. Let’s take the first step to give hope to those struggling with the plague!”

It was no surprise that Foros made this request, and Guilliman agreed without hesitation.

Beneath the primarch's helmet, the eyes were filled with tears.

"How noble!"

Guilliman sighed in his heart.

Although Guilliman did not witness the meeting between the Lamenters and their genetic father, he could guess that his brother must have felt heartfelt pride in these heirs.

Therefore, the original body really couldn't bear to refuse Foros's request.

But Qin Mo didn't want the weeper to be the vanguard.

The last time they were the vanguard of the reinforcements, supporting the defense of Tailong, they ended up running into the ambush set up by the Red Pirates War Gang for the entire reinforcements, which included more than a dozen battle groups and hundreds of millions of mortal soldiers.

There's no telling what will happen this time.

But thinking about it carefully, there is really no way to stop Foros and his men. No matter how unlucky they are, they have strong material strength and can always persevere.

"What do you think?" Although Guilliman agreed to the Weeper, he only represented himself, and there was another person's opinion that must be considered.

"I think it's okay." Qin Mo nodded, "Foros Chapter Commander, please replenish supplies with me before you leave."