Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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The legendary Inquisitor Eisenhorn was ushered into the flagship's archives by the Champion Guards of the Lords of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.

At this time, the original body was sitting on a specially made adamantine sliding wheelchair. His huge body was sliding on the bookshelf on the huge chair, and he was filing many materials that he had just sorted out.

Guilliman turned his back to Eisenhorn.

Eisenhorn looked at the primarch's broad back, but said nothing, his mind clearly not on the conversation.

"Eisenhorn."

The body of the original body turned towards the inquisitor together with the chair. Guilliman stood up deliberately, with a friendly smile on his face: "Thank you for coming to me in such a timely manner, even though my matter is not urgent."

Hearing this, Astartes, who had led the Inquisitor, began to think about whether he had misunderstood the order of the Gene Father. He should not have brought Eisenhorn over directly, but should have waited for him outside the interrogation room.

But no matter what, people are here, even if this is a mistake, it cannot be made up for.

"Um."

Regarding Guilliman's greeting speech, Eisenhorn just responded with a faint hum.

Even when he spoke, Eisenhorn's eyes were looking at nothing and his gaze was slanted. This was obviously rude.

It was not that Eisenhorn had any prejudice against Guilliman, or that he belonged to the anti-regent faction in the empire whose existence was taboo. He was just distracted and his thoughts were not here.

"I have to go back and interrogate that prisoner who is a veteran of the eternal war."

Eisenhorn thought so.

Although anyone could tell at that time that most of the people in the interrogation room were not interested in the veteran, such as Adam, or the judge of the Demonic Tribunal... they were just here to deal with the matter, because they did not think that a black legion would last forever. Veterans of long wars can be interrogated.

But Eisenhorn was very serious, and all his experiences in his career told him not to ignore any detail.

"Are you inquisitors all psykers?" Guilliman asked with a smile.

"No." Eisenhorn shook his head.

"So are you a psyker?"

"yes."

"Do you psykers have any special senses?"

"uh-huh."

"For example, do you think...well, there is something in the subspace that attracts you?"

"Won't."

This question-and-answer conversation ended here, and Eisenhorn focused his attention on the present, looking at Guilliman with a puzzled look on his face: "Why do you ask that? Space is also dangerous, because if a psyker uses his psychic powers even a little too much, a giant wasp may appear out of thin air and sting him to death."

"I was just asking." Guilliman smiled, then fell into thought.

Eisenhorn's attention was drawn to the present by Guilliman's question. He was keenly aware that the reason why the original body asked this question might be because the original body felt that there was something in the subspace that attracted him.

But what would attract the Primarch?

The Inquisitor was as lost in thought as the Primarch.

If Qin Mo were here instead of killing the big demon down below, he would definitely praise Guilliman for having found the right person to ask.

Eisenhorn is not the oldest person in the Inquisition, nor the one with the highest status, nor the one with the best reputation.

He suffered from prejudice and hostility. If the word street rat does not involve a personal insult, then it is relatively suitable to describe Eisenhorn.

But Eisenhorn has one advantage. He is a legend in Qin Mo's eyes.

This inquisitor has experienced enough things and his career is amazing. He has experienced street gunfights in hive cities, demons everywhere and traitors as many as dogs. Therefore, he has also learned about many ordinary inquisitors and even high-level ones. A secret that the Inquisitor cannot know.

Among them was a piece of hearsay.

A tidbit about a Primarch.

There was once a crazy witch who spoke nonsense in front of Eisenhorn, claiming that the Emperor was just a subspace creature who wanted to use humans to ascend to the gods, and the original bodies he created were all subspace creatures put into human bodies...

Such blasphemy is not uncommon among enemies of mankind, but the problem is... some of the evidence that the witch presented is barely convincing.

That evidence was a black crow feather, and Eisenhorn used his psychic powers to see into the feather's past.

After recalling it, Eisenhorn thought about the present. He felt that if the news about the original body was true, then what Guilliman found attractive was probably his part in the subspace, or the source of his power. , soul projection or something.

"Maybe it's a part of you, just like the soul projection of us ordinary people, soul or something." Eisenhorn said, "I hope I can explain it to you, but if you ask us mortals this kind of question, you still think too highly of us. ”

"Soul, part of it," Guilliman said to himself thoughtfully.

Eisenhorn's patience ended here. He looked around and then asked: "Why don't you ask the Lord of Tyrone, who knows so much?"

"Because he fights below," Guilliman said.

"Oh, then since he is fighting in a war of such intensity below, then a non-soldier like me must find a way to help him and other people on the ground from other places, what do you think?" Eisenhorn asked .

He was beating around the bush, but the Primarch instantly realized what Eisenhorn was trying to say.

Guilliman could even decipher about 4% of the strangeness in Eisenhorn's words.

"As long as the number of those bloodthirsty demons is not large enough for me to cause trouble to the Lord of Tyrone, I will go down long ago." Guilliman looked helpless.

Eisenhorn also just checked the situation on the surface, and he quite agreed.

This is the Eye of Terror, not the normal real universe.

If the demon wants to pass through the veil and enter the real universe to kill everyone, he has to shed his skin, but it is not that troublesome to enter the Eye of Terror.

Ultimately, the plan to attack the Eye of Terror was too bold.

After pondering for a moment, Eisenhorn asked: "Do you have any other questions about psykers?"

"No more." Guilliman shook his head.

"Actually... if it's a question about psykers, you don't need to ask anyone." Eisenhorn said suddenly, "Because you are also a psyker."

Guilliman's pupils dilated and he gradually became less kind.

"Even if you are not a psyker, you still have psychic talent. After all, how can the Emperor's Sword ignite flames if there is no psychic power at all?" Eisenhorn speculated.

Guilliman considered it carefully for a moment, then smiled at Eisenhorn.

Whenever he heard Qin Mo complaining about the Inquisition, Guilliman would like to say that he still liked the Inquisitors. The reason was not that what those Inquisitors did could be recognized by him, but that the Inquisitors were particularly brave. I'd like to take a guess.

Inquisitors either become radical, are already radical but pretend to be conservative, or are so radical that they can no longer be radical.

As for Eisenhorn, a radical among radicals, he not only dared to think, but also dared to speak with absolute trust in the listener.

"Thank you, thank you for answering my questions."

"Thank you for your consideration. I have to go back to the interrogation room."

Eisenhorn bowed respectfully, then turned and left.

Guilliman lowered his head, picked up the quill, put it in his mouth, sipped it, and then started writing quickly. At the same time, he said without raising his head: "You don't have to think about interrogating the prisoner, because I speculate that he has committed suicide now. "

Eisenhorn felt that the primarch was making a joke. He had already understood the little humor of the thirteenth primarch, and even occasionally humored each other.

But when the Inquisitor pushed open the door to the archives, he saw several Tyrone navy crew members using stand devices to carry the broken limbs on the ground. Judging from his clothes, it was the veteran, and the cause of his death was from the inside out. , death is not caused by external force.

"How did you guess that?" Eisenhorn turned around and asked in surprise.

"I'm not speculating." Guilliman shook his head. "I just had a feeling that he was dead, so I said it casually."