Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Two days ago.

Parmenio.

Iolansi was walking alone on the way to the standardized dormitory.

Her bolter is loaded and ready to kill anyone with just one draw.

While walking, Iolansi recalled what happened yesterday.

She met Mathieu.

The legendary great monk, the war apostle of the original body, Lord Mathieu.

Mathieu proved to the nun that the girl who was suspected of being a witch was not a witch, but a real living saint.

And this living saint himself would appear in the prophecies known to Mathieu.

She has a sacred mission.

Rescue the original body.

Mathieu asked Iolance to do something.

Take out the girl who was ordered to be supervised by Guilliman, and send her to the battlefield where the Primarch is.

"I will do whatever it takes, Monsignor Mathieu."

Iolansi murmured these words.

She also said this to Mathieu yesterday.

Before entering the standardized dormitory, Iolansi saw a group of heavily armed nuns gathering at the door. She nodded to her sisters and then led the group into the dormitory.

The Sisters of Silence and the Primaris Space Marines who were in the room next to the girl stood up immediately when they saw Iolanth, but they were immediately suppressed by the firepower of the other Battle Sisters.

Finally, Iolansi entered the room labeled as a forbidden area and saw Colonel Devoles who was eating with the girl.

"Sister?" Devoles immediately stood up and reached for his waist, pretending that he didn't know anything. "What can I do for you?"

DeVoles was answered by the sound of a gunshot.

The bomb penetrated Devores' waist and shattered everything from the waist down, including his outstretched hand and the gun strapped to his waist.

All the items in DeVoles' backpack were scattered.

Some photos of his daughter.

A small half box of medicine.

A sphere.

The girl trembled with fright, huddled in the corner and looked at Iolansi in horror.

"Listen." Iolansi knelt down and hugged the girl, "I have to take you away, but these people will not let me take you away. We are each our own master... I will atone for my actions, but You have to come with me now, okay?”

Hearing this, the girl glanced at Devoles, who was lying in a pool of blood, and nodded.

Iolansi immediately took the girl away.

But just when the nun thought that she would take the girl away without any hindrance, a blue light flashed in the room where Devoles was, and then a burning Space Marine activated his jetpack in the corridor and flew to Iolan. Si grabbed the red-armored nun's neck back and forth, smashed her body through the wall and fell into the ruins.

This space warrior covered in flames is Lando.

"You did exactly what Lord Tyrone said." Lando grabbed the nun's neck with his left hand, clenched it tightly with his right hand, and punched the nun's force feedback armor helmet.

Grote gave Devolus a teleportation beacon, and both of them thought it was just a souvenir.

But it's not.

Only Lando, who did not leave with the 44th Regiment and was hiding in a corner of Parmenio, knew that this teleportation beacon was for him.

Three days ago, the Lord of Tyrone had a separate communication with Lando. He predicted that the nuns would rob people by force and asked Lando to intervene in the matter.

The order given by the Lord of Tyrone was very simple, which was to let Lando communicate with the nuns and the soldiers who were supervising the girl to prevent Iolanth from robbing people by killing people.

They all have good intentions, but they end up killing each other. This is not okay.

The Lord of Tyrone also said that it is impossible for Devoles and other auxiliary soldiers to listen to other people's orders, and the nuns are not obedient people, so he hopes that Lando can use his fists to force Iolas to calm down and finally achieve the goal. An ending where the girl can be taken away without killing anyone.

But what the Lord of Tyrone failed to predict was that Lando and the nun had a personal vendetta.

"You killed a dedicated auxiliary officer! You executioner!"

Lando was angered by Iolan's behavior. He never expected that the nun would enter the house and blow up Devoles' body without saying a word.

Iolansi wanted to block Lando's fist and then opened her mouth to explain, but her hands could only weakly pull Lando's arm twice, and her mouth filled with armor fragments could only let out a few meaningless whimpers. .

Lando's ceramite-coated fist fell again, and Iolanth's head shattered.

After seeing the nun's death, Lando calmed down. After thinking for a moment, he wiped the blood on his hands and went to the corridor pretending that nothing happened.

The Sisters of Silence and the Primaris Space Marines are still fighting against the Sisters of Battle.

Lando threw a gravity mine to knock everyone out, then tied up the nuns, ran to Devoles' room, picked up the potion and inserted it into the dying Devoles and other injured people.

There is one last potion left, and one last dead person.

As long as the soul of the deceased has not left the body, everything can still be saved.

"May your soul return to the Golden Throne." Lando said to the room with Iolan's body, and then put the last potion into the storage layer.

After doing all this, Lando looked at the girl.

The girl blinked and looked at Lando.

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Onila One.

Mortarion looked at his brother.

Guilliman furiously rebuked Mortarion, scolding him for succumbing to subspace creatures, scolding him for succumbing to witchcraft even though he clearly did not believe in the existence of witchcraft, and for installing witchcraft machines everywhere in the Five Hundred Worlds.

Mortarion, on the other hand, rebuked Guilliman for being a lackey of the false emperor.

"That guy created us and wanted us to be his servants and a stumbling block on his way to becoming a god!"

"You are not a fool, but your stupidity is beyond my expectation. You are still working for this so-called father. You don't even know that you have become a tool of this tyrant. If humans become his sacrifices to the gods in the future, You are the number one sinner of the human race!"

Guilliman refuted Mortarion.

"You think you are on the right side, but you are sowing destruction for mankind. You orchestrated my father's so-called conspiracy to ascend to God, but I didn't see him sacrificing any humans. I only saw you as a lackey. Ultramar is spreading plague and causing misery!"

Faced with such accusations, Mortarion was unconvinced: "Your vision is so short-sighted. You only see destruction, but I see prosperity. The current destruction is just a part of the cycle of rebirth, prosperity, withering, and death." one!"

Mortarion began to tell his nonsense again, but stopped mid-sentence.

"What nonsense am I talking to you about?"

"Talking to a loyal lackey of the false emperor is like talking to oneself to an animal."

The Daemon Primarch's eyes drifted down to Guilliman's flesh, and finally to his legs.

The scythe clenched in Mortarion's hand was raised.

Guilliman immediately realized what Mortarion was trying to do. The bastard wanted to cut off his legs, and then his hands.

But just as the sickle was about to fall, everything stopped.

Kirken was slashing the daemon, the last syllable of the words "Go to the Primarch" coming out of his open mouth under his helmet.

The Sisters of Silence and the guards charged at Mortarion desperately, and the swords they swung slashed into the big demon's body with pus-oozing wounds.

When everything stopped, the Space Marine Lando of the Burning Falcon flew from orbit to the battlefield, and the girl in his arms was placed firmly on the ground.

The girl walked towards Guilliman and Mortarion.

She wore long white hair and walked barefoot on the muddy land full of venom. As she approached the two original bodies, her eyes were filled with light, and golden light shone behind her.

"Go to the original body..."

Kirken yelled out the last syllable and saw the girl out of the corner of his eye.

The girl is still walking, extremely holy.

"My lord?" A deep voice came from under Kirken's golden helmet.

The girl glanced at Kirken.

Time flows.

The fight continues.

The girl floated across the battlefield, and then a light curtain spread out to cover the entire battlefield.

The energy that bound Guilliman was dispelled, and the demons let out pitiful howls.

The fog is lifted.

Every exhausted person has abundant energy.

This is what the girl can do. Her weak body cannot bear more power, but just saving Guilliman from having his limbs chopped off by Mortarion is already a feat that is enough to leave a name in human history.

"Mortarion!" Guilliman roared in rage as he waved his sword. "Come and receive the reward of your betrayal!"

"Go to the original body! Protect the original body!" Kirken's roar sounded.

The Custodes Tribune had once been suspicious and hostile to Guilliman, but now he was forced to act to protect Guilliman.

The demons are falling.

Mortarion raised his scythe to brace the Emperor's Sword as the Custodes charged, a green rift opening behind its flapping insect wings.

"It's not time for the decisive battle yet." Mortarion glanced at the girl, turned around and rushed towards the rift.

Guilliman tried to stop him, but he had no wings.

But Mortarion did not escape as he wished. When half of his body entered the crack, some force grabbed his wings and threw him away.

Mortarion flew two kilometers before falling and crashing into a mountain.

The daemon primarch opened the rift again, only to find himself back on Guilliman's side in the blink of an eye.

Even with the mountain behind him, he returned across a distance of two kilometers.

Space is twisted and folded.

This power does not come from subspace, but from the darling of the real universe.

The power used by those powerful beings born during the Big Bang may not be as convenient as psychic powers in some respects, but in the real universe they are powerful forces that cannot be ignored.

boom--

There was a roar and dust flew up.

It was like a meteor hit the earth directly from the universe.

But what fell was not a meteor, but a person.

He was holding the scepter and the power sword. The power armor on his body had large areas of damage, but the skin under the damage was intact, only stained with some dirty blood.

The heads of seventy-seven demon princes and great demons floated behind this man.

"Mortarion." Qin Mo pointed at the seventy-seven twisted, charred heads of different sizes behind him, "You will be one of them."

Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword with both hands and lowered his body: "This is what you will suffer as a traitor and a lackey."

This chapter has 3,000 words. Consider it my sixth update today.