Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Magnus!"

"You Ogryn head!"

Ryan roared hysterically at Magnus.

On the way out of the lab, Lane took out the data pad and took a look.

The perspective on the data board was that of an aerial unit. It showed the enemy flying on a giant whale from 78,000 miles away to the top of the research facility.

Think again about the psychic power Magnus just used.

Ryan guessed that the psychic fluctuations were discovered by the enemy, and they came to kill them, with a very clear target and a menacing attack.

The flying unit was wiped out in pieces by the lightning released by a man holding a scepter. It was obviously caused by psychic energy. This shows that there is also a powerful psyker among the enemy, who sensed Magnus' psychic energy and Not difficult.

This made Ryan even more confident in his suspicions.

"How do you leave the laboratory without psychic powers?" Magnus still looked like a arrogant scholar. "Are you letting your cat, who always has hairy hair, bite through the iron door?"

Ryan was still carrying Angron.

Lion and Magnus gradually stopped arguing as Angron became angrier and more guilty.

But the troubles the Primarchs faced were not just powerful enemies and internal strife.

A strange rustling sound came from the corner of the corridor, which aroused the vigilance of all the original bodies.

The sound is getting closer.

Then it turned into sobs and whines.

Until finally, a large group of gland hounds appeared before the primarchs, led by a huge suture freak.

Stitch Freak seemed to be sane and very intelligent as he picked up a datapad and slid it over a few times.

Then the gland hounds seemed to sense the order in an instant and rushed towards the clone masters at extremely fast speeds.

Each clone is now unarmed.

Even naked.

The only way to deal with these enemies is through physical combat.

Perturabo and Mortarion took the lead. They stared at the gland hounds calmly, looking for ways to smash the formation of these mutated monsters.

But at this moment, Guilliman ran quickly between the two, roaring loudly and pounced on the enemy.

Guilliman was angry because he had had enough.

I woke up and found myself in a laboratory, and I didn't know how long I had been trapped here.

One mystery after another emerged.

Guilliman didn't know what was going on in the Five Hundred Worlds.

He is more worried about his adoptive mother Mrs. Euton.

When Guilliman was on an expedition on Macragge, he was able to organize hundreds of intelligence networks at the same time to deliver information on the battle situation on the front line to the capital, but he forgot to send someone to report his current situation to his adoptive mother, Lady Euton.

Then when he returned from the expedition, he found that his adoptive mother was so haggard that she was slumped on the bed because she could not find information about her son among the numerous frontline information. He was worried that Guilliman was injured and that Guilliman would not tell him after he was injured.

After his disappearance until now, Guilliman no longer had the courage to think about what his adoptive mother would be like now.

Accompanied by Guilliman's roar.

A gland hound was torn to pieces.

The unlucky man's spine was pulled out by Guilliman and tossed to death another gland hound. It was not until the spine was used to strangle two hounds that it broke into pieces.

Finally Guilliman charged in front of the stitching freak.

A punch was punched into the eye of the stitched monster, and his arm was inserted deep along the pupil and straight to the spine.

Guilliman grabbed the broken rib fragments, pulled them out and chopped the Stitch Freak into pieces.

After Mortarion and Perturabo eliminated the remaining gland hounds, they both looked at Guilliman with strange eyes.

Ryan frowned, seeming to be more determined.

"Don't worry, Robert." Angron suddenly said on Ryan's back, "There is no need to worry about Mrs. Euton, she will be fine, she will definitely be with your heirs."

"How do you know..." Guilliman was surprised that Angron knew what he was worried about, but he quickly concealed it, shook his head and said: "You are never good at comforting others, Angron."

Angron was noncommittal.

But he also has his own reasons to say.

"People are subject to change. Although we are supermen created by the tyrant of Asia Minor, we are still human beings on a psychological level, even fragile human beings."

Listening to what Angron said, Guilliman didn't agree. He wanted to retort: ​​Aren't all of you as mentally healthy as me?

But he couldn't say this.

In a few breaths, the worry that weighed Guilliman down quickly disappeared.

Now Angron is worried: "I don't know how I will meet my descendants after I leave here... If they want to kill me, I will happily accept it."

"So you want to leave here again now?" Ryan looked back at Angron on his back, "Then you damn bastard, why don't you get off my back quickly?!"

"You're just not good at words, Ryan. I know you care about each of us, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to forcefully take me away on your back." Angron went down honestly.

The "liberated" Ryan walked among the corpses and found the data pad used by the Stitch Freak to control the gland hounds among the blood and minced meat.

This data board presents the master control program.

That's what Fabius Bayer uses to control the entire army of freaks.

"If we want to get out of here alive, we can't do it on our own."

Ryan sat down cross-legged and put down the data pad he found now and the data pad he found in the laboratory before.

While checking the data board showing the battlefield situation, Ryan operated on the data board showing the master control program, and gradually figured out how to control the freak army.

"We have to create chaos."

"At least get the Randans out of our heads first."

"Then we'll take the opportunity to seize that weird giant turtle."

As he spoke, Lion looked up at Guilliman.

After hesitating for a while, the cloned lion king slowly said: "I doubt you very much, but we are bugs on a rope now, and we have to cooperate."

"You just realized it, brother." Guilliman sat down.

"Do you need my help with anything?" Magnus also sat down.

Mortarion crossed his arms over his chest and stood against the wall, still unsociable.

"We definitely can't fight like this." Angron looked at Perturabo, "Please help us get some weapons and equipment and build defenses."

Perturabo felt very awkward. He wanted to help his brothers, but he didn't want to do the hard work.

But for some reason, Perturabo felt healed when he was around Angron.

I just wanted to listen to Angron, and I didn’t know why.

That's the mentality.

"Leave it to me." Perturabo turned and left.

Six chapters. The seven chapters promised the day before yesterday were indirectly completed in two days.