Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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After carefully closing the door, Zabriel walked out of the room.

He still remembered the way he came, so he could return to the tarmac and take the transport plane away from the Invincible Reason.

After talking to Gene Father, Zabriel realized that Gene Father was not avoiding what he should have faced, but that he had to make a complete plan.

The matter of fallen angels is not something that the Gene Father needs to solve urgently right now.

Zabriel believed that he was just causing trouble for the Gene Father. As for the matter of clearing his grievances, compared with the future of the entire legion, this was not a particularly important matter.

If the Dark Angel's dissatisfaction with the Gene Father ten thousand years ago continues to the present, that would be the most fatal thing.

But Zabriel didn't know at this time that his genetic father was not a person who liked to talk, and there were some things that Ryan didn't say at all.

Even though the First Legion of the Dark Angels had many opinions about the original body ten thousand years ago, Ryan was the original body anyway.

Ryan stood in front of Azrael and the demons in the inner circle and raised his arms, saying that you should stop chasing the fallen angels. The demons would not listen to him.

But people in Mozuo didn't dare to take what Ryan said as fart.

Provided that Lane is considered Lane.

But even if Zabriel knew this, he would not want to cause trouble to Ryan. He had realized that the biggest problem of the Dark Angels at the moment was not hunting down the Fallen Angels.

Anyway, they have a place in Tyrone, and it’s not like they are going to die soon.

"Get the transport ready, pilot."

Zabreel issued orders to the transport plane pilot through the communication channel.

"Yes, sir."

The pilot responded.

But Zabriel stopped when he heard this response.

Something is wrong.

The pilot who carried him and Ryan to the Dark Angel fleet was the commander's personal pilot on Caris, and the pilot and Zabriel were old acquaintances.

Coupled with the situation of relying on others, Zabriel carefully handled the relationship between the Karis and the Space Marines.

He would not let a Carisian from the Tyrone Sector call him lord.

"I'll be there in a minute," Zabriel said.

The Fallen Angel moved quickly toward the landing pad, one hand on his bolter and the other on the carrier at his waist.

The carrying gear is hung with the teleportation beacon given to him by the Lord of Tyron. If something unexpected happens, Zabriel can at least save his own life.

Zabriel ran all the way, speeding to the apron.

The transport plane was still parked there, but the people inside were knocked unconscious. A servitor started it on his behalf and drove the transport plane away from the Invincible Truth, flying towards the Tyrone fleet, which was tens of millions of kilometers away from the Dark Angel fleet.

"Zabri—errer!"

Just like the host announcing the arrival of a heavyweight guest, the voice calling Zabriel's name was drawn out for a long time.

Then a Terminator combat team rushed out and surrounded Zabriel.

Finally, Kian walked out slowly.

It is worth noting that Kian is accompanied by a servitor, which is similar to a servo skull, but still retains skin and flesh, and seems to have self-awareness.

And that face felt familiar to Zabriel.

"I'm sorry..." the servitor cried and apologized, "I don't want to tell them...but...but the way I am now...I..."

Zabriel looked at the servitor, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Then a rage ignited in his chest, and at the same time, this rage was accompanied by grief.

The servitor's material was an old acquaintance of Zabriel's.

They were comrades who became recruits of the First Legion. They were both of Terran descent. One passed the selection, the other underwent transformation, and the other faced the Lion King who slaughtered them after the transformation was completed.

The last news Zabriel got about his friend was that he was missing.

But now this friend has turned into a servitor floating in mid-air with only his head dragging his spine.

"I asked you why there is a Dark Angel following that impostor. It turns out that it was not the war group who sent a guard in advance, but you, the fallen angel, who was following him."

Kian looked at Zabriel sarcastically.

"You call our genetic father a fake?!" Zabriel shouted.

"He may have deceived you, but he can't deceive us." Kian shrugged, "Believe me, if he was really Lian El'Jonson, I would look similar to your servitor friend now."

Zabriel was shocked.

He had no idea that the guy in front of him was not killed by the Lion King, so he thought the Lion King was fake.

This is a crazy way to test.

"I heard that he appeared at the Tyrone people. Our genetic father is obviously lying in the giant stone fortress. How could he go to the Tyrone people?"

"The Dark Angels cannot be like those idiots from the Blood Angels, crying and worshiping a puppet made of living metal."

"We are a well-established group."

Kian said, gesturing to the Terminators around him.

"Now we have to deal with you, the fallen angel."

The moment the Terminators swarmed forward, Zabriel looked at the brother who had been transformed into a servitor.

He had no way to save this brother, so he could only evacuate first and make long-term plans.

But Zabriel thought of many things and many people.

Finally, his hand changed from reaching to his waist to drawing a gun, holding two bolt pistols and shooting at the surrounding Terminators.

Zabriel is not a special fighting genius.

He knew that he and his brothers would eventually return to the battle group, so he was embarrassed to accept the Terminator Armor in the sector.

The moment Zabriel drew his gun, his hands were severed by a power axe.

Then came the legs.

In the end, Zabriel fell to the ground, unable to do anything except craning his neck and looking at Kian.

But Kian discovered that this fallen angel didn't seem nervous or scared at all.

"My death will change everything," Zabriel said.

"No." Kian walked up to Zabriel, grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, then pulled out his sword and put it on his neck, "Your death will not change anything, it will only bring benefits. .That is, the glorious past of the legion will be completely covered up and forgotten, and no one will know that the glorious first legion ever happened..."

Considering the people around him, Kian did not continue and cut off Zabriel's head with a sharp sword.

"I accomplished an unexpected mission."

Kian dropped his head and weapons, knelt on the ground, and bowed to the rosary given to him by Azrael, the Supreme Master of the Dark Angels.

When Azrael asked him to test whether the sudden appearance of Llane was their genetic father or an impostor, Kian knew that he might die because of the test.

The real genetic father would really break him, even if he wore a rosary.

But it doesn't matter.

For the Chapter, for the Legion, for the Dark Angels, for the Father of Genes...

The Dark Angels' inglorious past must be covered up.

The Dark Angels cannot accept a fake as the Gene Father.

If it requires sacrifice, then sacrifice.

That is sublime!

That's glorious!

The impostor will pay for all the blasphemies he has committed since his emergence, for all the blasphemies he has committed against the true Gene Father, who sleeps in the Holy Land, within the Stone Fortress.

Dark Angels do not bear the scorn of others.

Nor will they be like the Blood Angels, who use a toy made of living metal to satisfy their love for the father of genes, worshiping and crying in front of a toy.

The Dark Angels don't do that.

In Kian's ears, these words spoken by the Supreme Master Azrael kept echoing.