Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Facing the visitors who saved the entire craft world of Otansa, Morgana expressed his gratitude with actions.

Just bow slightly.

When Ryan wanted to ask this guy why he didn't say thank you, another Eldar warrior wearing red armor came over and spoke for Morgan La.

"Thanks."

"Thank you very much for saving us when the entire Arkworld was about to be taken over."

"Our Phoenix Lord cannot thank you in person, his soul is wounded."

Morgana's mouth spoke very politely.

Those Eldar people who were still alive gathered around from all directions and cast grateful glances at the savior.

"It seems like you don't thank us very much." Ryan walked up to Morgana and looked down at the Phoenix Lord of the Dark Death Tribe.

Morgana raised his head, his eyes as fierce as a ghost, but other than his eyes, he did not show any hostile movements or emotions. Instead, he nodded very hard, intending to express that he was really grateful.

"Why don't you take off your helmet?" Ryan looked at the other Eldar people.

Eldar remove their helmets or masks when expressing positive emotions such as appreciation or gratitude.

The most common image of the Prophet Uslan is holding a scepter in his right hand and holding his helmet in his left hand.

This is not because he wants to show off his handsome face, but because he really needs to show his respect for others by showing his true colors.

From a personal standpoint, Ryan doesn't need the Eldar aliens to respect him, he doesn't care, but he came to the rescue not because he likes these aliens, but because he needs the Otansa people to serve as guides in the upcoming expedition.

As the Warmaster, he must see the respect of the aliens who will participate in the expedition, because it involves whether they will obey in the future.

"We can't take off our helmets." The warrior who spoke for Morgan La spoke again.

Morgan La on the side nodded repeatedly.

Ryan knocked on his helmet with two small wings and repeated: "Take off the helmet."

"Forget it, they..." Qin Mo knew why the Otansa people were unwilling to take off their helmets, and he wanted to persuade Ryan.

But before Qin Mo finished speaking, Mo Ganla, the Phoenix Lord, took off his helmet first.

The Eldar present took off their helmets one by one.

Ryan looked at these Eldar people in surprise.

They no longer looked the same as their relatives, looking as pale and haggard as corpses.

Just by looking at them, Ryan, as a human, knew that these guys were not normal.

Even the Dark Eldar couldn't possibly look this... lifeless.

Seeing these lifeless faces, Ryan almost instantly regretted his decision to help these Otansa people.

They don't look normal.

That Phoenix Lord was not normal at all.

"We come on behalf of the Imperium of Man."

Qin Mo spoke to Moganla, and his voice reached the ears of every Otansa person.

"I am the master of a star region with five hundred and forty-four worlds."

"And the man next to me is the unique war commander in the human empire."

Hearing Qin Mo's words "a unique war commander", a smile appeared on Ryan's face hidden under his helmet.

Ryan is a real smooth-talking donkey who takes soft things but not hard ones.

Normally, Qin Mo would not bother to talk to Ryan, but now everyone is fighting side by side, and the relationship is really difficult to maintain and is too tense.

"We are entrusted by your relatives to help. I hope you can join the war against the Eye of Terror. Together, we will permanently close the scars of this real universe!"

Qin Mo continued.

When they heard the words "war against the Eye of Terror", those Eldar people who understood human language were surprised to translate it to their compatriots around them, and then all the Eldar people looked at their most respected leader, Moganla.

"A war to permanently close the Eye of Terror?" The man who spoke for Morgana looked at Ryan, "Are you the commander in chief of this war?"

Ryan nodded.

"For you to drive!"

"You didn't even ask your boss for his opinion."

Seeing an ordinary Eldar making a decision for his Phoenix Lord, Ryan looked at Morgana.

Morgana nodded.

It seems that the Phoenix Lord, who cannot speak due to his soul injury, did not choose randomly to speak for him. Maybe the two have established a spiritual link, or maybe his mouthpiece really knows him too well.

"But we have to find a way to get out of here first." Ryan looked at Qin Mo, "I can't use teleportation to take away so many people. Can you think of a way?"

"Transmit in batches, slowly." Qin Mo glanced at all the Spiritual Races present.

There were nearly a thousand survivors. Ryan teleported twenty of them at a time, and after a few more attempts, he took them all away.

Maybe Ryan is becoming more and more proficient in controlling his teleportation skills, and is transmitting faster and faster.

"You really think highly of me." Ryan didn't want to teleport slowly, because he could clearly feel the heavy pressure the teleportation put on his body and spirit.

"We cannot abandon the Craftworld." Morgana's substitute spoke for him again, "But we do have a way to leave here without abandoning the Craftworld."

After saying that, Moganla took the lead and walked away.

The Phoenix Lord passed through the corpses of Chaos Space Marines, through the battlefields where extremely fierce battles broke out, and finally came to an open area with a pentagram pattern painted on it.

Morgan stretched out her hand, and a pillar rose from the center of the five-pointed star pattern.

Judging from the large number of corpses of Chaos Space Marines lying around near the pentagram pattern, it is clear that the human traitors are quite familiar with the Arkworld of Otansa and deployed a large number of defensive forces near the pentagram during the attack to avoid The Otansans ran away.

In front of the pillar rising in the center of the five-pointed star pattern, Morgana knelt on one knee and stretched out her hand towards the pillar.

It's like praying, asking for something.

Then the pillar released the cold power of death.

It was not a concrete power, but a burst of white fluctuations spreading around the cylinder. People nearby could clearly feel the sadness of the withering of all things.

"Inad, the supreme god of death, please lead us out of this cursed land."

"Just like it was a thousand years ago."

Morgan La's mouth was like an external organ of the Phoenix Lord, and he spoke in an extremely timely manner.

Then the illusory image of the Eldar Death God Enard appeared in front of the pillar. It raised its hand slightly, and the entire Ark World left the vicinity of the fat man's planet Orissu and the demon world of Slaanesh in an instant.

In just a blink of an eye, the Arkworld appeared in front of the Golden Expedition Fleet.

Ryan looked at the golden expedition fleet outside the dome and sighed: "It seems that saving these aliens was not in vain."

"Inad is indeed more reliable than other spirit gods." Qin Mo also sighed.

Brothers, I'm still a little tired today. I'm afraid I won't be able to write seven chapters. Let's divide it into six chapters for today and tomorrow. I'll post four chapters first and two more chapters later.