Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

One person, one metal skeleton, they were killing everyone in the ship.

The shotgun with eyes fired projectiles with wings, which automatically penetrated into the enemy's body.

All of a sudden, there were sounds of firing, screams, roars, and the sounds of limbs being smashed.

After living in darkness for an unknown length of time, Klein came to the bridge for the first time.

At this time, the ship is no longer in the subspace, but is drifting in a certain galaxy in the real universe.

Like a space hulk.

"What are you?" Klein looked at the metal skeleton and asked what he wanted to ask during the battle.

The metal skeleton didn't have any answer. It stood still, and then the entire metal body turned into fragments scattered on the ground.

It disappears.

Just when Klein was about to step forward to examine the fragments of the metal skull, a dazzling blue light appeared in the galaxy.

A Tyrone naval patrol spotted the sudden appearance of the ship on its scanners and immediately sailed over to deal with it.

The cruiser approached the ship and the Marines teleported inside.

After a search, the Tyrone soldiers found that there were broken bodies and broken arms everywhere, and there was only one living person on the bridge.

Klein was wrapped in a tattered blanket and sitting on the command throne on the bridge.

"Put your hands up." The captain of the Marine Corps scolded.

Klein raised his left hand, holding the officer's ID card he carried with him.

Commander of the 47th Regiment of the Tyrone Army (retired).

The captain stepped forward to check, then put down his gun and stood at attention, saluting: "Thank you for your contribution to the sector during your service!"

"What era is it now, Corporal?" Klein put away his ID and asked in a deep voice.

"003.M42." The captain replied.

"very good."

Klein felt grateful from the bottom of his heart. He thought that thirty years had passed, but in fact it had not. Only two months had passed since he was sent into subspace.

…

"This is what I told you last time, that I was sent into the subspace and stayed there for decades."

Klein broke away from his memories and focused on the present.

Currently, he is on the bridge of the Glorious Humanity.

The entire bridge is beautifully decorated, like a giant auditorium.

Outside the thousand-meter-high floor-to-ceiling portholes is the prosperous scene of the capital of the Tyrone Star Sector.

The bridge was full of guests, including friends from Klein’s many years as a Rogue Trader, subordinates, and high-level officials from the Tyrone sector.

A banner hangs from the highest point of the bridge.

[The patriarch of the Barent family retired in 040.M42. I wish him a wonderful retirement life. I also wish that her daughter Bailey can live up to her father's expectations and be the new patriarch of the Barent family. 】

This is a retirement farewell party.

Klein plans to retire. The founder of a Rogue Trader dynasty is about to hand over responsibility and authority to the next generation.

Due to personal reasons, the Lord of Tyrone arranged the farewell party himself, and he himself was present.

Qin Mo was at the head of the table where Klein was sitting, eating candy while listening to Klein talk about the disaster he had suffered decades ago.

"Damn it." Grote picked up the wine glass and took a sip. "During the defense of Tyrone, you said you were sent to subspace to squat for decades. I thought you were joking."

"What happened next?" Qin Mo put his hand into the jar with the devil's symbol, took out an orange crystal and stuffed it into his mouth.

Klein continued: "Then I went back to take revenge."

"It's not easy to kill a dynasty of Rogue Traders with nineteen fiefdom worlds. I wasted a lot of energy."

"At that time, there was an inquisitor who wanted to uproot the Caesar family that had contact with Huron, so we cooperated."

"There are Eldar who were taken over by the Caesar family, and they are also my partners."

"Anyway, I finally pulled that bastard patriarch off his throne."

Klein made a gun gesture with his right hand and stuffed it into the cup.

"I shoved the barrel of a shotgun into that bastard's mouth."

"Then……"

"Click BOOM!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around the table burst into applause and laughter.

Qin Mo happily ate two more candy bars, but he was not as relaxed and happy as he appeared.

The metal skeleton that Klein mentioned... it must be the same type of creature as Piccolo. It actually appeared earlier than when he entered the subspace and met Piccolo.

This means that it is undoubtedly a subspace creature that has existed in the past and future since its birth.

"Time really flies." Donna at the next table walked to Klein with a glass of wine: "When we fought on the Tyrone 2, we were all still young. To be honest, I wanted you to marry me. "

"Why don't you just call me to spend the night with you on your knight? Otherwise, I would be an old-timer of the knight family now!" Klein laughed and toasted to Donna.

As Donna said, time flies.

This moment is the fortieth year of the forty-second millennium.

The Terra victory ceremony that boosted the morale of the entire empire was more than thirty years ago.

Qin Mo couldn't help but feel nostalgic when he saw Donna.

Because Donna has changed from the heroic young female knight who was the Duchess of Tyrone's No. 2 knight family who drove the Red Rose, to the rich lady with a plump figure and some wrinkles on her face now.

Her father's funeral was held seventeen years ago, and Qin Mo even went to pay his respects.

Recalling the siege battle in the Antarctic underground of Tyrone 2, Donna and her father drove two brave knights to tear apart the fortress gate. Looking at Donna now, it feels like a lifetime ago.

"Are you still driving the Knight?" Qin Mo asked.

"No." Donna shook her head, "Ever since I forced myself to drive the Cavalier and pushed my eldest son out of my belly early, I will no longer drive the Cavalier."

"Wise decision." Qin Mo nodded.

After chatting for a while, Klein called his daughter.

Bailey obediently bowed to Qin Mo and everyone else present.

"I found a lot of information about the Dark Eldar." Klein looked at his daughter, "Although I have retired, she will take over my responsibilities and help the sector deal with those damn alien bastards."

"I'm good at dealing with those Dark Eldar. I smashed the head of a predator with my own hands." Bailey followed her father's words and nodded while patting the bolt pistol on her waist.

That bolt pistol was a gift given to her by Bellona, ​​the crazy judge, when Klein was designing Bellona.

"Dark Spirit Clan." Qin Mo nodded and murmured.

In the past few decades, the empire has remained the same. Except for the promotion of the dimension engine, there have been no major disturbances.

The greenskins in the Star Zone's vision did not cause much trouble. On the contrary, the number of raids by the Dark Eldar increased year by year.

They can't take away the population, but at most they can take some supplies that are of little use to them, but they just don't give up.

This thing is also strange and shocking, so the star district does not think that the Dark Eldar came here to plunder the population. There must be some ulterior conspiracy, otherwise they should have gone away without taking advantage for decades. .