Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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The siege continued.

The Lord of Tyron was killing demons one after another, and the army composed of mortal legions, Astartes and Thunder Warriors had already rushed into the fortress.

The current siege war has reached the most boring stage, that is, fighting for areas within the fortress one after another, and engaging in simple wars that can be expected to end quickly.

"That's all the war is going to be."

Chapter Master Calgar, who personally led the Ultramarines into the war on the ground, used communications to report the progress of the war to the Gene Father.

Guilliman stood in front of the porthole of his private bedroom and listened to Calgar's report in silence.

Then Guilliman picked up the Emperor's Sword and put on the helmet of the Armor of Destiny: "Give me twenty Terminator combat teams, the sub-group and the parent group together!"

"Father……"

"Ryan is right. It is difficult for me to get involved in the battle below, but it is better for me to go down and help him than to do nothing!" Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword, "At least I can cut out There’s a way.”

Hearing the word "he" from the father of genes, Calgar instantly realized that this "him" was the one trapped in the siege of the demon army.

Guilliman could calmly chat with Eisenhorn just now, but that was because he never expected that the battle on the ground would gradually escalate to what it is now.

If Calgado hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have even known that a bunch of demons were besieging a person.

"But..." Calgar persuaded, "There are signs that the enemy is performing another strange ritual, many, many rituals... If the fleet is attacked, only you can assist the Warmaster in defending the fleet."

These words calmed Guilliman down.

But then he thought about it, the Emperor was guarding the rear, so there should be no problem.

"A Tyrone guard named Yao En is organizing the soulless to deal with the demons. I'm sorry, but even the weakest soulless among them has an advantage over any of us when dealing with the demons." Karl Ga added.

Guilliman thought for a moment and agreed with Calgar.

"Send elites to cover those soulless ones, elites, elites from the first company of the parent regiment and the child regiment."

"As commanded."

Communication ends.

Guilliman forced himself to calm down and looked out the porthole.

However, he did not cast his profound gaze on Bloom, a slightly normal planet that was rare in the Eye of Terror, as before. Instead, he cast his gaze into the distance, the deepest part of the Eye of Terror.

eager.

anger.

This is Guilliman's current emotion, but if he feels it carefully, he will find that he can still feel an attraction.

An attraction that continues from the moment I entered the Eye of Terror until now.

Guilliman recalled that when he passed by the Eye of Terror on his way to Holy Terra to meet the Emperor at the end of his trip to the Tyron Sector more than a century ago, he could feel something calling to him in the Eye of Terror.

Just like the feeling I feel now in this war of the Eye of Terror.

I still don’t know what that thing is, but I can sense that it is the same existence.

Guilliman also tried to sense what that thing was.

He guessed it was his father?

But Guilliman took the initiative to give up the idea the second he had it.

All Guilliman could feel from his father on the Golden Throne was coldness, but not closeness at all.

That thing is very, very close on a sensual level, like a brotherhood, like a closeness between body and soul.

When he was in the Eye of Terror, Guilliman could feel the existence of that thing every moment, just like now, but for some reason he resisted from the bottom of his heart the exploration and thinking of that thing.

This feeling is strange.

At this time, Guilliman, who was standing in front of the porthole, was sensing and resisting at the same time. At the same time, he recalled a conversation between the two before Qin Mo went to fight in person.

The conversation before Qin Mo went to join the battle.

"I feel like..."

"Like my foster mother Lady Euton waving to me from within the Eye of Terror, calling my name... Lobo, Lobo, Lobo..."

"But I know very well that thing is not my adoptive mother. It's just so close from a sensory level, let me use an analogy."

"Closeness. But I resist that thing from the bottom of my heart."

In that conversation, Guilliman said this to his best friend.

"I think that thing might be your essence, the subspace essence."

Qin Mo's response was as simple and direct as usual. He said whatever he was guessing.

"The essence of subspace? I am a human being. Strictly speaking, I am a creation of genetic science and technology. I can walk in the real universe without rituals and sacrifices. How can I be a subspace creature?"

Guilliman argued.

Qin Mo's reaction was intriguing.

After thinking carefully and being silent for a long time, Qin Mo only said one sentence: "I respect your choice."

The memory of that conversation ended here. Guilliman looked into the depths of the Eye of Terror, suppressing the close feeling.

"If there is any way for me to improve the current war situation, I will not hesitate or hesitate..."

"absolute."

Guilliman thought so.

He was still standing by the porthole, still looking at the battlefield below.

Orders from Llane were conveyed to the ground forces one after another, and Guilliman could even hear the shouts from the bridge.

But gradually, all of this gradually stagnated.

Guilliman entered a state similar to contemplation.

He can feel his emotions better and feel everything around him...

If anyone entered the room at this time, he would be surprised to find that the primarch's chamber was rapidly freezing.

"Abominable witchcraft..."

"Just one ritual performed with malignant psychic power can kill thousands of warriors in an instant and reverse the course of a war."

"Wizards have ridiculously become the key to winning this war."

Guilliman looked at Broome.

His eyes seemed to be able to directly see the evil rituals going on in the Skull Fortress on the surface of the planet.

He could even see where those demonic armies came from - they were summoned from the summoning rituals conducted by a noble who was good at performing rituals.

"Stop all rituals on the planet, I've had enough." Guilliman thought and ordered.

No one took his orders, and the Astartes were not in the room.

But as Guilliman said this order, something strange happened on Broome.

The flagship's continuously operating detectors monitored Bloom's various information and showed that a storm suddenly gathered in the southern hemisphere of the planet. Howling winds swept across the entire land mass, and the use of psychic energy became chaotic. Among the ground troops on both sides of the war, All of the psykers felt uncomfortable.

The oriole beeped, and the results were confusing.

The most simple and simple directional instrument is functioning normally at this time, within the Eye of Fear.