Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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"The walls of Skull Fortress have been penetrated!"

"The Lord of Tailong has personally led his elite troops into the fortress and is fighting against the demonic army!"

The crew on the bridge loudly reported the progress of the ground war.

Every piece of news is exciting enough. The originally extremely difficult siege battle became much easier because of one person's participation in the battle.

Perhaps from a strategic perspective, an extremely powerful warrior is not enough to attract the attention and admiration of the commander, because as a combat unit, the role of a powerful warrior is difficult to compete with the role of a group of ordinary warriors.

But if a warrior is powerful enough to completely turn the tide of the battle, then it is a strategic-level combat unit.

"I should have gone down with him to fight side by side." Guilliman suddenly sighed.

"Are you going down to seek death?" Ryan glanced at Guilliman. "The intensity of this war is much higher than when the plague swine ravaged Ultramar. What can you do if you go down there?"

Guilliman frowned at his brother.

There are many things that a primarch can do. Even if there is no way to directly intervene in the battle with so many bloodthirsty demons and demon princes, he can still make plans and arrange troops and shoulder the responsibility of command.

The Primarch could do this, and a Primarch armed with the Emperor's Sword could do even more.

But Guilliman only thought so in his heart, but did not express it, but silently observed Ryan.

At this time, Ryan looked a little nervous. He sat at the tactical table and lowered his head without saying a word. His expression was extremely solemn. This was a sign that he was worried about something.

Feeling his brother's gaze, Ryan took the initiative to speak: "I'm worried about what will happen if a more terrifying opponent than the Skull Fortress appears, and the Lord of Tyrone is unable to return reinforcements in time."

"Nothing will happen." Guilliman shook his head slowly. "Our father is watching. If there is something more terrifying, something that you and I can't match, even if he can't suppress it, he can Delay for a while.”

"We..." Ryan's mouth opened quickly and then closed quickly.

But just such a small movement made Guilliman aware of Lion's mentality and realized that his brother doubted whether the Emperor's will possessing Vanessa could have the effect he said.

Knowing that Lion was worried about him, and that he had just assumed the role of Warmaster of the Empire and was under great psychological pressure to perform the greatest responsibility of Warmaster, Guilliman did not say anything to persuade him, but just watched the battle silently.

However, watching the battle is not what the regent has to do at this time. Just like Lion is watching the battle and making plans at the same time, Guilliman also needs to do something.

This matter is identification.

Guilliman occasionally lowered his head and glanced at the documents on the table. Those documents were not related to the war, but a list of all suspicious items in the fleet.

Recently, some strange items will appear on the Macragge's Glory or the Invincible Truth. Tigurias, the Librarian of the Ultramarines, will inspect these two flagships belonging to the Ultramarines and the Dark Angels respectively, and then transfer those Report suspicious items.

Guilliman will review these suspicious items and make a decision whether to destroy or retain them.

The reason why Guilliman did this was not because of arrangements or inspiration from others, but because he felt that he should do it.

I think it should.

This seemingly telepathic ability has been present since Guilliman first entered the Eye of Terror.

Guilliman, who resists the nature of subspace, feels that there is something in the Eye of Terror that attracts him all the time, making him feel friendly and helping him at the same time.

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at the same time.

Within the Skull Fortress, the safest place.

The commanders of the Chaos forces on Broome gathered together, except Ubondrak, who had gone out to fight.

Although when Typhons and others refused Ubondrak's request to fight together, the latter didn't say much, but Vashtor could guess that the demon prince was definitely scolding himself and Typhons in his heart. It's a coward.

If Ubondrak really said it to his face, Vashtor would definitely refute it, because it and Typhons "hiding" were not afraid of the monster that could chew up the soul and eat it, but were truly afraid of it. Doing something very useful.

"Replace this this time." Vashtor took out a glass ball-sized object with a devil printed on it and handed it to Typhons. "Send this out and send it to the Invincible Truth."

"Or is this something that can teleport an entire battleship into the demon world with one explosion?" Typhons was obviously dissatisfied, but he still took what Vashtor gave him.

Then a grand ceremony began under the command of the Plague Herald.

Vashtor watched with interest the entire dark ceremony shrouded in green mist.

Typhons held up the glass ball-sized object and prayed loudly.

He initially praised his almighty loving father and had no reaction, but when he began to talk about the difficulties he had encountered and the possibility that the entire Eye of Terror might be closed due to the failure of the war on Broome, the ceremony officially began.

Typhons had performed this ritual many times, and his co-conspirator Vashtor knew its effects.

In short, it means sending something to the enemy's fleet.

It's not as simple and crude as teleporting it directly, because Vashtor found that even he couldn't make a creation that could simply teleport an item directly to a certain battleship in the enemy's fleet. The fleet was shrouded in something strange. .

The ritual performed by Typhons can implant items into the hands of the enemy.

For example, the current creation is the size of a glass ball.

It would appear directly in the past, in the hands of an ancestor of a high-ranking sailor in the fleet, and then be passed down from generation to generation, as a family heirloom or something, until that sailor brought something like this into the Eye of Terror to fight. , and then the item that will bring havoc to the entire battleship will appear in the enemy's hands and fulfill its inherent responsibilities.

"Failed." Typhons raised his free hands, "The things you gave were found by Tigurias."

"Has he been found again? Has this psyker been strengthened? He's so hard to fool." Vashtoll felt helpless.

At this time, both the Plague Herald and the Forge Lord realized one thing, that is, something is protecting the human fleet, and the psykers in the fleet have even been strengthened and can be found in the past and future. Items that shouldn't be there now.

And there is no way to muddle through.

That is to come up with an item made by humans, rather than an item born in subspace. Although it is impossible to get away with it 100%, at least it will not be discovered so easily.

"Mourning Box." Vashtor flipped his hand, and a new evil object appeared in its hand.

Typhonse observed the thing.

It was a brass-colored box with strange lines on it and a circular mark on the front, which looked very strange.

"The thing of the Blood God?" Typhons asked.

"Not everything that has anything to do with brass belongs to that crazy... Blood God." Vashtor handed the creation called the Box of Mourning to Typhons, "I got this from a Keeper of Secrets. Come, it was forged by the hands of the deceived among men.”

Typhons took the brass box and looked at it with some surprise: "Where should we send it?"

"Of the Expeditionary Fleet..." Vashtor raised his head, "On the flagship."