Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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The huge fleet arrived at the Cadian Gate in batches.

Once the forefront of the fight against chaos, now the rear of the fight against chaos, the fortress world of Cadia is no longer full of war.

But it still plays a role.

The Cadians, the shock troops, are still active on various fronts in the empire, even though most of them will never return home after leaving their home planet in their lifetime.

But now, in the orbit of the sixth star in the galaxy where Cardia is located, where the prison world that was blown up by the celestial engine was originally located, there is a large star port.

Although this star port cannot be used as a base of operations for the fleet like the next stop in the Belis Corona system, there is still no problem in allowing the fleet to dock temporarily.

What's more, Guilliman wants to let the mortal army join the expeditionary force here.

In the Cadia Star Port, the assault troops are being sent to the Golden Expedition Fleet by transport planes.

The commander-in-chief of the entire assault force directs the maneuvers here.

"The Lord's personal guards will go to the Glory Humanity first. According to etiquette, we should meet with the Imperial Regent."

"Colonel Carl, just focus on this."

"Yes, Lord!"

Between words, the Lord of Tyrone, accompanied by the guards, came to the busiest part of the star port.

Soldiers smelling of sweat almost filled the tarmac.

There was messy supplies and dust everywhere.

Qin Mo stopped.

Because he saw the person he wanted to see.

High Lord of Cadia and war hero—Usaka E. Creed.

Creed was blowing out smoke rings while giving orders. The cigar was sandwiched between his index and middle fingers, and from time to time it was inserted into his mouth.

Creed noticed something and turned his head to look at Qin Mo, but his eyes just glanced past Qin Mo.

"The rest is very simple. Board the ship. The Eighth Regiment will wait for me to arrive on the battleship before meeting the regent and warmaster."

After Creed ordered the last thing, he turned and walked towards Qin Mo: "Governor Tailong, I have some logistics matters that I need to discuss with you."

…

After a while.

Star Harbor Freight Center.

Qin Mo and Creed stood at the edge railing of a wide platform, climbing on the pull rods and looking at the giant freight lines in the distance.

"I haven't seen you for decades." Qin Mo's eyes fell on Creed, "Seeing you makes me feel the passage of time again."

Today, Creed has gray hair and a slightly stooped body.

But his facial lines are still very strong, his eyes are piercing, his temperament is awe-inspiring, and his body is strong.

The neck is still so short.

To be honest, Creed doesn't look very old, far from what a man who is nearly a hundred years old should look like. After all, the Empire has a lot of life extension technology, and Creed can afford it.

But seeing Creed today, Qin Mo couldn't help but feel that a hero is in his twilight years.

"You still look like you were in your twenties." Creed said, taking a puff of his cigar. "If I were like you, I could fight for the throne forever."

"Smoke more, it's good for your health." Qin Mo patted Creed on the shoulder, "If you want to live forever, go to Taiweiyi. There are many technologies that can help you."

When he heard that he could live forever, Creed reacted coldly: "I should have died long ago."

Qin Mo remained silent.

Creed smoked a whole cigar, then put down his hand and touched his waist, and took out a cigar out of thin air.

That was the cigar belt that Qin Mo once gave to Creed. Since then, Creed has had an unlimited supply of cigars.

This cigar can even heal injuries and extend life.

Thinking of the cigar, Creed leaned on the railing and blew out a puff of smoke with a solemn expression.

"Just after the Battle of Cadia, I was chased by assassins."

"Two Callidus Assassins."

"I suspect that the higher-ups in the empire and the high lords were dissatisfied with me at that time, but this has never happened since the regent returned."

Creed looked at Qin Mo, raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath.

The Supreme Lord of the Castle spoke again, his steady words passing through the swirling smoke.

"When you left, you said that this cigar belt could conjure up a cigar god to save me when I was in danger."

"Shet! It's true!"

"When I was cornered by the two Callidus assassins and asked for one last blow, the belt 'drawn' an iron man out of thin air!"

"Are you specifically trying to prank me? That's actually a cigar! It looks like a cigar man with tobacco-like arms and legs!"

"I watched as a cigar tore two assassins apart."

Creed said this with a complicated expression.

"The cigar guy even walked up to me covered in blood, handed me a cigar, lit it, and then put it back in his belt!"

Speaking of this matter, the face of the Supreme Lord was filled with helplessness.

He was saved by a cigar.

When he told his second-in-command, Carl, he didn't believe the Empire would send an assassin to kill him, or that a cigar could save his life.

"You don't think that I really only give you a simple gift that can be turned into a cigar, do you?" Qin Mo smiled, "It seems that your command skills are good. There are no enemies in front of you on the battlefield, otherwise the belt will be Will print out a bunch of cigar men to attack your enemies."

Hearing this, Creed couldn't help but laugh twice.

If Carl had been there he would have been very surprised, for it was the first time in his life that he had seen Creed laugh out loud.

They were both silent again.

Creed became serious again.

In fact, he is in a very relaxed mood now, but he is born with a bad face.

"Thanks."

"What?"

"Thank you. Thank you for the Cadian people. You have shrunk the Eye of Terror. Fifty percent of newborns have eyes that are not even purple anymore."

"Thank you for the sacrifice. After all, I was not the only one to repel the enemy."

Qin Mo recalled the charger Nayi.

When he entered subspace for the first time, Qin Mo saw Nayi among the dead souls of Tyron Army. He charged with the Cadian soldier on his back and suicide bombed the demon.

They are the epitome of all the soldiers in that battle of Cadia.

There is still the custom of mourning the victims in the sector, but there are so many names that they have to be commemorated in separate zones, but they are still commemorated.

Qin Mo will also turn off all devices and let everyone leave after delivering speeches through various channels on the day of mourning for the victims, so that he can recall the victims he has seen with his own eyes.

When thinking of the bloody cockscomb-headed gang member who shouted "I don't wear a helmet because I don't want the regiment commander to see my face!"

Thinking of the man who grew up from a gang member to a qualified Tyrone Army soldier, when he saw the Legion Commander he admired in the subspace, he was still excited and excited.

Qin Mo will cry.

"Can you promise me something?" the Supreme Lord suddenly said.

Just like the historic moment when Creed and Qin Mo made an agreement on the rooftop of New Cato City, looking at the procession of burying the dead below, he wanted to make an agreement again.

"Turn off the Eye of Terror." Creed said. "This war may last for centuries, and I may not live long enough to last until the end of the war...but turn it off."

"anyway."

"Seal up this warp excretion hole that has brought suffering to the Cadian people, to my brothers and sisters, for countless generations."

Just like decades ago, Qin Mo said: Tailong will respond.

Qin Mo agreed without hesitation.

Lord Tyrone tapped Creed on the shoulder and turned to leave.

"Not only will I sew it on, I'll let you watch it get sewn on."

"Now let's do this."