Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

…

Inside the flagship.

The Ultramarines think tank Tigurias entered the location of the Gene Father and reported to him an urgent matter transmitted by psychic energy.

"The fourth company of the Chapter fought a fierce battle for the city wall with the traitors of the Death Guard. They suffered heavy losses, and the company commander requested to retreat."

Tigurias came to report to the Gene Father instead of going to Ryan because it would be faster if the Gene Father issued the order, even though his main responsibility in the fleet was not to formulate strategies and tactics and issue orders related to battles. and make appropriate decisions.

"Transfer the remaining personnel of the 4th Company to strategic node No. 211."

"That is the defensive node in the middle of the southern wall of the fortress."

"They can be used there."

Guilliman looked out the window, with his back to Tigurias, and his tone of voice was very cold.

It wasn't anger or coldness from other emotions, it was like...like...

Tigurias thought for two seconds and suddenly thought of the abhorrent intelligence used by the Tyrones. Although they and the empire had a tacit understanding that those intelligences were made of human brains and were products of the pinnacle of bioscience and technology, they were obviously abhorrent intelligences.

The think tank feels that the way the Father of Genes speaks now is like the hate intelligence used by the Tyrones. It is cold and numb, without any emotions. It only considers pure mathematical results and optimal strategies. It can solve the tram problem more smoothly than the emperor. .

"There are only twelve people left in the fourth company." Tigurias said with difficulty. He thought he had not made it clear to the father of genes, "Twelve people, they..."

"Even if there are only two people, they can still be useful." Guilliman interrupted Tigurias, paused, and added: "As my subordinate, you should answer me yes and follow my orders. Do, instead of saying what you shouldn’t say here, do what you shouldn’t do.”

Hearing this, Tigurias felt that there was something wrong with his ears.

Or crazy.

Or maybe it was because he stayed for too long in the room where the Lord of Mankind was exerting his psychic powers, and entered the illusion shaped by psychic powers.

Tigurias couldn't believe that this was what the father of genes said.

"There's something wrong with you." Tigurias looked around.

The room is freezing.

The original body was now emitting psychic energy, and the Emperor's Sword in the room was burning almost like a lighthouse, floating strangely in mid-air.

"Who gave you the role and responsibility to question me?" Guilliman turned around and stared at his heir. "Each of us must perform our own duties and play our role to achieve the best results, and you Your responsibilities do not include questioning me, and you do not have the qualifications and role to do so."

Tigurias noticed that the primarch's expression was not as cold as his tone.

The anger contained in the primarch's eyes and the impatience and restlessness he inadvertently revealed made the think tank feel suffocated.

"Yes, father." Tigurias saluted fearfully.

"Call me Regent or Primarch, meaningless personal emotions are just shackles that bind us." Guilliman scolded.

Just as Tigurias was about to leave, the sound of a broadcast in the corridor reached the room.

"The Mars Witch Titan and crew members have returned to the flagship for repairs. All teams from the 1123rd Engineering Department have gathered on the Titan deck to ensure that a series of work processes are completed within ten minutes so that the Titan can return to the battlefield."

The crew of the Martian Witch is here. This anti-psionic titan and its most powerful soulless master in the Tyrone sector will bring pain to everyone in the fleet who has anything to do with psionic power.

But now, perhaps because the Mars Witch came back for repairs urgently and was about to go into battle again, the psychic black hole suppressor did not take effect, and the pain caused was particularly intense at this time.

Tigurias fell to his knees in pain. He saw that his genetic father also felt the pain.

Ten minutes seemed like ten centuries.

Tigurias felt like he was reborn until the Mars Witch was teleported directly from the ship to the surface.

"Let...let the remaining members of the fourth company withdraw quickly."

Tigurias suddenly heard the father of genes say.

He noticed that the Primarch's current expression was as if he had just awakened from a deep dream, and the familiar emotions in his eyes were back, the kind that all the descendants of the Thirteenth Primarch regarded their genetic father as more powerful than the other Primarchs. Rich humanity also returns at this time.

"What happened to you just now?" Tigurias asked.

Guilliman rubbed his head and recalled: "Looking back now, I feel like I was trying to figure it out just now, like I had to figure it out when I encountered something I couldn't figure out."

Tigurias wanted to ask more deeply, but then he thought about it, who in the Eye of Fear has not had strange things happen to him?

The Librarian immediately left the Primarch's room and psychically transmitted the Primarch's orders to the apprentices who were fighting with the Fourth Company on the ground, who then relayed the orders to the Fourth Company.

The surviving members of the Fourth Company were already resting, on Calgar's orders.

Calgar believed that the Gene Father would definitely choose to withdraw the Fourth Company, so he gave the order first.

Tigurias also did not tell Calgar the first order from the Gene Father, so as to prevent Calgar from overthinking it when he least should have thought about it.

Overthinking is the fault of every Ultramarine, and Tigurias knows this too.

…

On the huge mountain-like city wall, the first company of the Ultramarines, which was engaged in a tug-of-war, had just won a small victory. They occupied one of the many defensive nodes shrouded by the void shield.

Calgar, the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, was inspecting the situation at the defense node, and of course he also brought with him the commanders of the mortal legions who fought with the Ultramarines.

While everyone was repairing the defense nodes, a roar that broke the sound barrier came from the sky.

Then a black shadow fell from the sky and crashed onto the ground. The smashed bricks and stones flew out, and the dust stirred up was knocked back by the impact.

Calgar stared over and found that it was the Lord of Tyrone who had been fighting far away before.

"The demons retreated."

"The scale of victory is tilting in our favor."

Qin Mo walked towards Calga and raised his hand. Some of the equipment on the defense nodes were broken down into the tiniest substances. When gathered together, they looked like iron-colored water.

As the water flowed over all the 1st Company Ultramarines present, their weapons and equipment were all restored to a spotless state. The bullet marks and dust on the armor also disappeared, and the empty magazines were filled.

"I hope you can speed up your pace and completely capture this city wall." Qin Mo said to Calga, then turned his head and raised his finger to point to the final section of the city wall in front, "The biggest skull is there, I need this section of the city wall The end point serves as a springboard.”

Calgar nodded, turned around and raised his hand to all his subordinates, and then the Astartes who were still repairing gathered together and immediately followed their Chapter Master to the next battlefield.

Other companies of the Ultramarines are also converging on Calgar.

"I wish you all the best." Qin Mo bent his legs slightly, then jumped up to the other side of the Skull Fortress.

He had notified many Astartes companies and legions in succession.

The sudden storm affected many things. Even Qin Mo was not expecting the sudden retreat of the demons. At this time, someone at the forefront of the battlefield had to stand up and change tactics.