Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Randan!"

Fabius had obviously tampered with the memories of all the Primarchs.

So after seeing the person in front of him clearly, Luo Jia coughed twice violently, then let out an angry roar and raised his finger to point at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo looked back at Guilliman and the others and spread their hands helplessly.

"He is not a Randan."

"If he was, he wouldn't have let us all out."

Horus raised his head with difficulty and glanced at Qin Mo and the brothers behind him.

"Our brothers will not stand with him."

After saying that, Horus vomited out all the nutrient solution that he had poured into his stomach, and then stood up with difficulty.

It seemed that because of a slight glitch in the awakening procedure, the newly awakened clones headed by Horus felt even more uncomfortable.

But even the original clones had strong bodies, and they quickly adapted to life outside the jar, returning to normal, acting and thinking like their original bodies.

Horus looked at Qin Mo.

He instinctively felt that the person in front of him was very dangerous, but considering that the other person was not hostile, he tried his best to pretend to be pleasant and friendly, smiled at Qin Mo and nodded, expressing his friendly attitude.

Qin Mo stared at Horus.

The cloned original body is also a man of great influence.

He fought with the Emperor, saw the Emperor almost killed by the orcs and then rescued the Emperor, even though he later felt that it was a false disaster designed by the false fathers of the Primarchs, just to deceive him into having father-son feelings for the creator.

Killed Sanguinius and severely wounded the Emperor.

A rebellion started that set the galaxy ablaze.

But Horus's true nature is not the crazy and cruel one he was during the rebellion, nor does he have the amnesia he displayed after being infiltrated by the power of the Four Gods.

As seen before him, he is a person who makes Qin Mo feel as warm as sunshine with every move he makes...

This is not a psychic talent. Qin Mo will not like that angel very much when he sees Sanguinius, but he will feel warm when he sees Horus.

But this also shows that this warmth is the feeling that Horus tried his best to bring to others, and he tried his best to shape it.

He's very good at this.

"Robert, Ryan." Horus looked at the other two clones, "What is our situation now?"

Ryan was silent and didn't speak.

Guilliman, on the other hand, had a heavy look on his face, as if he was mentioning something that made him deeply sad: "It's a long story."

Because he wanted to tell his brothers personally what happened, Guilliman walked up to Horus, stood still, glanced at each of the other clone brothers who had just woken up, and then spoke with great difficulty and hesitation.

"We are clones, not the original body. If anyone feels that they should leave here immediately to lead their respective legions, then forget it."

These words were not spoken by Guilliman, who struggled to speak.

But it was Magnus who had just sensed the brothers' awakening and returned with Perturabo.

Magnus held his head high and raised his right hand to his shoulder. He was wearing the white clothes that Perturabo had found for him not long ago, looking like a proud scholar.

Like the political commissar in the Astra Militarum who didn't want to listen to the mother-in-law of the big-headed soldier, Magnus walked in and spoke out without hesitation.

"Bullshit!" Among the primarchs, clone Leman Russ roared in rebuttal.

Horus signaled Leman Russ not to get excited, then looked at Magnus solemnly, and asked softly: "Are you sure your spirit has not been disturbed by the mysterious power? Because what you said doesn't sound so reliable. Spectrum, brother.”

"He is right," said Guilliman.

Horus looked at Guilliman and frowned slightly.

Lorgar cast a look of contempt and hostility at Guilliman.

As for the other clone masters, they were shocked.

"We are indeed all clones." Ryan stood beside Guilliman and confirmed the words of the thirteenth brother to everyone.

Then Magnus spoke out about their current situation more ruthlessly and directly, using the most intense words but the calmest tone, and said words in an understatement that shocked the newly awakened clones present.

Including where they are, whose laboratory they are in, how they were made, and what year it is.

Magnus has done a lot of research on Fabius's laboratory in the past few days, and he heard a lot from Qin Mo before, so he spoke concisely and directly made all the newly awakened clones aware of everything. .

While Magnus was speaking, Qin Mo, who was supposed to educate the clone master about the current situation, looked at the cloned Lord of Prospero.

He clearly felt that Magnus seemed relaxed and comfortable.

Maybe it's because he found that he didn't have to bear the responsibilities of the main body and could collect and learn knowledge forever?

Qin Mo guessed this.

"etc!"

When Magnus mentioned the current situation of the empire, Lorgar raised his hand, extremely excited.

I was so excited that I was shaking all over.

The other original bodies with heavy faces looked at Luojia, who couldn't hold back his laughter.

"You mean... our father is worshiped as a god by mortals?"

"Why does the empire change every time I close my eyes and open them?"

"It's getting better! Hahahaha! It's really getting better!"

After saying that, Luojia laughed loudly.

As a Primarch who grew up in a religious world, Lorgar has always been dedicated to sanctifying the Emperor and spreading the Emperor's faith.

His Legion of Word Bearers would take good care of every place they conquered, instead of going to conquer the next place right away.

But instead of arranging everything in the local area like Guilliman did, he spread the belief in the God-Emperor. Anyone who did not believe that the Emperor was a god was not worthy of being a human being.

Lorgar's behavior in spreading the Emperor's faith would definitely move the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy to the point of licking the Primarch's toes today, but his behavior in the 30th millennium was absolutely forbidden and abnormal by the Emperor. Disgusting behavior.

"Why do you all look so heavy as if many of your heirs have died?" Luojia looked around, "Does anyone want to dance with me to celebrate?"

Mortarion's teeth were itching with hatred. He thought that if Jaghatai were here, he would definitely scold Lorgar, a bastard, until he knelt on the ground and muttered.

"In the forty-second millennium, everything goes as you wished, huh?"

Qin Mo said with a sneer.

"The Emperor, disgusted with your faith, ordered a certain Primarch to lead his legions to attack your Perfect City."

"Remember your perfect city? The place where your God-Emperor faith was concentrated, it was completely destroyed."

Qin Mo's words made Luo Jia instantly fall into shock and panic.

The memory he was instilled by Fabius had not reached the stage of the destruction of the Perfect City, so when he heard that the core place he used to spread the faith of the God-Emperor was destroyed by the God-Emperor's order, he was painful and sad.

In the end, all the negative emotions turned into a curse: "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to stand in front of me, the Son of God, and my brothers, the Son of God?!"

Upon hearing this provocation, Qin Mo, who stood with his hands behind his back, had no expression on his face. He just gently raised his hand and released a bolt of lightning at Luo Jia.

Luojia was struck by lightning and flew out, smashing through several culture tanks one after another. Finally, with a loud bang, a deep crater was left on the metal wall, and then the whole person slid to the ground.

"Ahem..."

Luo Jia coughed twice, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head, but there was no anger on his face.

"It seems that you are a strong person who deserves to be respected."

"Offended."

Chapter 5, one more chapter,