Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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"Sorry, Regent, this is not my personal decision, this is the decision of the Inquisition."

"Yes, I provided some ritual items, evil and blasphemous things that I acquired during my long career as an inquisitor. I keep them, but using them is not my intention."

Robert Guilliman and Inquisitor Eisenhorn were walking side by side in the corridor of the battleship, heading towards a secret room together.

The path leading to the secret chamber is dotted with sentries and patrols composed of Inquisitors, Ecclesiastical Sisters, Space Marine Chaplains, and New Thunder Marines.

It is enough to show how evil and blasphemous the thing Eisenhorn wants to recommend is.

Listening to Eisenhorn's various nagging and explanations, Guilliman just gave him a reassuring response: "You don't have to explain too much to me, because I agree with this interrogation."

Eisenhorn nodded and continued to lead the way.

Soon the Imperial Regent and Inquisitor entered the room they wished to enter.

In this tightly guarded room, the state religion's war apostle Mathieu and his followers stood in the room holding flails and other cold weapons, surrounding a demon bound by chains filled with the sacred mottos of the state religion.

A blue devil with blue feathers, you know who its master is without asking.

And this demon of Tzeentch is the one who will be interrogated next.

Interrogating demons is a whimsical thing, but it seems quite feasible during this time period.

This was the radical idea proposed by the judges of the Tribunal stationed in the Golden Expedition Fleet. To be precise, it was the radical judges of the Demon Tribunal who secretly found Guilliman.

The reason is that the judges of the Demon Tribunal believe that the situation in Broome is not quite right. The enemy seems to be doing something intentionally, and in this case, they can only find a way to grab something and ask.

The Tzeentch daemon in the room was summoned by the Radical Inquisitors using an artifact from Eisenhorn's collection, bound once summoned, and sealed with various mottos and ritual objects.

"The Blood God's lackeys seek to please the Blood God on Broome."

When Guilliman wanted to ask the first question, the Tzeentch demon took the initiative to tell him everything Guilliman wanted to know, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

Very proactive and anxious.

"The Plague God's lackeys wanted to obtain a Deathly Hallows on Broome, so they got involved."

"As for the Black Legion... I don't know what they are doing on Broome. Anyway, they don't participate in the war very much. I feel that they are very passive."

"The war on Broome should not have broken out... How should I put it... If you want to blame it, just blame that bastard named Fabius..."

The Tzeentch demon lowered his head and complained softly.

"damn it."

"My master wanted you to drive straight to the plague planet, but instead you were dragged to this hellish place called Broome... Damn it..."

Guilliman and Eisenhorn stood at the door, looking at each other in silence.

They really had nothing to say, for the Tzeentch daemon told them everything they wanted to know.

Including how Broome, a strange battlefield, turned into a quagmire of war, and how this place is so arrogant.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing."

The devil suddenly remembered something.

"There is a demon prince of the Blood God on Broome. His name is Killer."

"You guys should be careful with this bastard, because it was upgraded because it is particularly good at making killing machines. He may come up with something that will surprise you, such as the Skull Fortress and Skull Titan you see now. What."

Hearing the demon mention Skull Fortress and Titan, Guilliman suddenly recalled that when he was still on the bridge just now, he heard Qin Mo complain about something.

Qin Mo said that he believed that killing weapons should not exist. This guy may have been selected by the Blood God from the past history, waiting for tools and chess pieces to be used in the current war.

This was said in a vague way, but when combined with the current words of the devil, it is very easy to understand.

"Those disgusting things in the subspace..." Guilliman asked in a deep voice, "They are deploying something from the past into the present war, right?"

"Your creator, the cursed one, is also in the highest heaven. Don't blame him too." The devil laughed.

Eisenhorn explained to Guilliman in a low voice.

The cursed one refers to the Emperor. No servant of the devil in the High Heaven dares to directly call the word Emperor, so they have to change it to something they can call.

"So about that murder weapon..." Guilliman spoke slowly.

"That killing weapon is a demon prince, and he himself is very powerful in combat, so don't even think about sending any space warriors to behead him." The demon rushed to answer, "Either you and your brother hold the cursed man's sword. Go, or let the person my master favors go, anyway, you have to find a way to kill him quickly, otherwise you will have a headache."

Guilliman nodded: "Then..."

"The war on Broome can be expected to last for a long time." The devil answered again, "There is no way, who made your brother plunge into the mess of Broome, so fight slowly."

"..." Guilliman fell silent.

Eisenhorn asked in a low voice: "Is there anything else you would like to ask, my lord?"

Guilliman shook his head.

Eisenhorn took out an exorcism amulet and chanted a spell at the demon, causing it to burn.

The screams from the demon echoed throughout the room.

“Ahhhhh——”

"Ah...wait, there is one more thing!"

The demon pointed at Eisenhorn's waist.

"There is something in your collection that is not used to summon the servants of the Lord of Change at all, but is used to summon the servants of the Prince of Darkness. You fool, you were deceived by its appearance!"

The burning sacred fire gradually banished the Daemons of Tzeentch back to the Warp.

Guilliman looked at the item stored in the glass jar of living saint corpse oil on Eisenhorn's waist, the blue gem with eyes: "What do you think is the probability that what that subspace creature said is true? ?”

"I think the part about the demon prince called Killer Weapon is true." Eisenhorn spread his hands, "But to be honest, I think it's all true, because the current situation in the subspace is that there is a certain It’s not surprising that the existence wants to bring trouble to its brothers.”

Guilliman nodded, he thought so too.

Looking at the ashes left by the Tzeentch demon... Guilliman couldn't help but recall the attitude of the demon just now.

He is anxious and full of boredom, just like a player who has repeated steps in the game several times and is eager to complete the level.

Isn't this the first time we've called it out for interrogation?

Guilliman couldn't help but wonder.

"At least the information about the murder weapon is the same as some of the information I got from my colleagues," Eisenhorn said.

"Yes, yes." Guilliman nodded repeatedly.

The two of them were silent.

After a while, Guilliman looked out the porthole of the room.

The environment within the Eye of Terror is bizarre and absurd.

Looking at the scene outside the porthole, Guilliman slowly said with doubt: "I don't know why, being here, I... feel like a fish in water, like a hungry person encountering an oasis in the desert."

"It's just like……"

"You and the source of your essence are getting closer and closer."