Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Killer and his minions were strolling along the corridor leading to the command deck.

During the process of making the Skull Titan, the killer weapon once came to some battlefields with extremely intense wars, and saw those giant war machines that the Mechanicus called God's Machines.

Its consciousness was even attracted to the interior of Titan by some Titan captains who fell into rage, and visited Titan like a tour.

The internal structure of those Titans leads from bottom to top.

Killing Machine doesn't like this. It hopes that the killing machine it builds for the Blood God can have a different style.

Using some technological equipment it invented, as well as a few unlucky ghosts captured from the subspace, the road inside the Blood God's Machine is straight and the space is vast.

Instead of climbing up and down past the man-eating engine room, servants of the Blood God only need to walk forward or backward after entering the Titan to get to the Titan's head or to its feet.

But this time, something wasn't quite right.

"How long have we been walking?" Killer asked the short and insignificant demon slave. "If you can't answer, I will put your head on a brass bracket and send it to control the 88th demon engine."

"Oh, my master... we... we should have returned to your throne at this time... master..." the demon replied tremblingly.

Killer is quite satisfied with this problem.

It does not want to hear its slave answer how many minutes and seconds it has been gone. It is not necessary and impossible, because timing is meaningless in the Skull Titan, and feeling is the truth.

What should have arrived, and what he felt should have arrived, did not arrive. Killer immediately felt that something was not quite right about the place he created.

"Master...Master!" The demon slave stretched out his arms as short as chicken feet and pointed to the top of his head, "Look, look, Master, look..."

Killer raised his head and saw a crow standing on the pipe with a ferocious face above his head.

Then the next second, the killer weapon split his demon slave in half with an axe.

"Didn't I notice that crow?" The Demon Prince asked coldly, "It followed us all the way, a crow, a damn crow... Maybe that bastard Ubundlak, who thought he was smart, found some more Strange allies, defiling my fortress."

Killer doesn't think the existence of crows is strange, because the internal situation of Titan is pretty good, and outside, in the fortress, there are even green tentacles growing in some places. That's because Ubandarak accepted the servants of the Plague God. resulting from this.

There are always various strange phenomena appearing around the believers and favored people of different gods. Maybe a god of Tzeentch has chosen to interfere in the war on Broome, so the crow appears.

Killer weapon and his slaves continued to move forward.

At this time, the crow did not continue to follow the killing weapon, but disappeared in place, like a subspace phenomenon.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe there was a real connection between the crow and the murder weapon being lost in his own creation. In short, after the crow disappeared, the demon prince only walked a few steps back to where his throne was.

And when the gates let out angry roars and vicious curses on the killing weapon, and slowly opened to both sides, the uninvited guests waiting for the killing weapon in the command deck appeared in the killing weapon's sight.

"Where did this demon come from?" Killer asked when he saw the person waiting for him in the command deck.

I saw that on the throne made of piled skulls, on the throne that was originally a murder weapon, there was now sitting a being who looked like a demon.

He has a pale complexion and has broad wings on his back.

It does not have the distinctive characteristics of the Four Gods and Demons, and it does not look like it has its owner written directly on its face. It does not belong to any of the Four Gods, so it belongs to undivided chaos, that is, subspace. relatively independent existence.

When Killer saw the being occupying his throne, the space that was supposed to be the command deck suddenly changed.

The thick black mist gradually tore apart every arrangement in the command deck, or perhaps the black mist itself was a camouflage.

The cries of crows echoed in the mind of the Demon Prince, and then a swarm of crows swept over and passed through the body of the killer.

When the Demon Prince and his wretched servants got rid of the attacking crows, and the former looked at the Skull Throne with anger, there was nothing on it.

It is not unusual for a demon prince like Killer to have enemies in his fortress, as war is always accompanied by constant infiltration and reconnaissance.

But if the enemy that appeared in front of you disappeared, that would be bad.

"Master! This way!"

Killer heard the familiar shout and followed the sound, only to find that his disgusting slave had ran to the door at some point and was guarding the exit of the black mist, waving to him.

The space within the black mist and the space within the external skull Titan are mutually exclusive, with obvious spatial boundaries.

The murder weapon immediately ran towards the exit, while constantly recalling the scene just now in his mind.

That demon with wings... no, not a demon...

The killing weapon suddenly thought that it did not feel the devil's feeling from that guy. It was very sure, because it had seen both the devil from the god of plague and the god of witchcraft. No matter whether the other party deliberately concealed his identity, it could see through it at once. .

Such a powerful insight is not due to the perception of each other by the warp creatures, but from the insight that the Blood God will be able to use to analyze anything with combat effectiveness when he promotes a mortal who is known for making killing machines to become a Daemon Prince. Strength is given as a gift.

If it is a demon, the killing weapon can be sensed.

But after carefully recalling it, Killer recalled that the reason why he thought that thing was a demon was just based on its appearance.

Thinking of this, the killer shook his head vigorously to clear his mind. He had made the decision. No matter what the ghost appeared in front of it, what it had to do was to go to the command deck immediately and then completely blockade the Skull Titan. .

Killing that thing for the price of a Skull Titan...was worth it.

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Corax and Lorgar were still waiting in the command deck.

Corax, who no longer felt angry, sat in front of the door, drawing horizontal lines on the ground with his power claws to count, while waiting boredly for the killer to come back.

Lorgar was still standing there, just flipping through a book.

The two clone masters had no idea how much time had passed until the gate on the command deck slowly opened with roars and vicious curses. Then they trembled and hurriedly stood up to prepare for battle.

The killer's burly body appeared in the clone's sight.

Accompanied by the screams of Killer's anger at the uninvited guest that appeared again in front of him, there were the shouts of the clone originals when they cooperated in fighting.

"Corax! Push it into the trap I set!"

"Face me! Killer!"

The battle is about to break out.

Corax rushed forward, and when he was thinking about how to deal with the demon prince in front of him, a black claw stretched out from the side of the gate, slammed on the killer's head, and then crushed the demon prince. head.

Seeing this, the two original clones were stunned on the spot. Their control over the muscles of the body was so amazing. When they stopped in a daze, they stopped instantly, and there was not even a trace of their bodies moving forward.

Then another enemy appeared in the eyes of the clone masters.

Clone Corax looked at the terrifying existence with wings in front of him, and suddenly recalled the demon portrait he had seen on the dome of the command deck before. The demon in front of him was exactly the same as the demon in the portrait.