Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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"Why didn't you persuade Corax to come back!"

"Roboute, Ryan, and I all have high hopes for you!"

In the ruins of an ammunition depot, Qin Mo sat in the corner.

In front of Lord Tyrone are the projected holographic images of the Emperor, Guilliman, and Llane.

To be precise, it is the human emperor, Guilliman, Llane who possesses Vanessa.

"You must have only one human will now, right? If you had an ordinary rational will, you wouldn't question me so excitedly." Qin Mo reluctantly changed the subject, "Did you come out of that medical cabin?"

"Yes." The Human Emperor nodded, and then said excitedly: "Why is your talk no longer working on Corax? As I just said, Guilliman, Lion, and I have high hopes for you. !”

"Only him." Guilliman lowered his head and added in a low voice, "I have nothing but praise for you."

"I'm not full of praise, but it's just him." Ryan glanced at the emperor, stroking his white beard and murmuring.

The Emperor looked to his left, and Lion shrugged.

The Emperor looked to his right. Guilliman was facing aside, holding his chin in deep thought, like a standard "Thinker" building.

The emperor's eyes fell back on Qin Mo: "Okay, it's just me."

"I understand how you feel, but I'm sorry." Qin Mo shook his head, "Also, I have to thank you. Thank you for sitting in the rear when I came down to join the battle and was entangled by the demon army, and also set off a storm to help the ground troops. It accelerated the war process."

"I didn't start that storm." The emperor shook his head, "I was blocked by the storm. It doesn't mean that I was blocked from outside, but my consciousness, you know."

Qin Mo stood up immediately: "So you didn't actually do anything?"

"Yes." The emperor nodded.

Qin Mo felt like he was struck by lightning at first, then he felt doubtful, and finally he couldn't stand it anymore when he thought about how confident and confident the emperor was just now, as if he had some merit.

"You still dare to blame me for trying to convince Corax? Do you still dare to question me?"

"You blame me for not being able to keep Corax? If that guy who wrote the story had been there when I met Corax, he would have given me five thousand words to leave on him! Do you blame me for not being able to convince him?"

Qin Mo stood up and pointed at the emperor, pacing back and forth.

"You accused me and then you did nothing and you stayed in the cabin until now."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to open your eyes and push the injection equipment aside and tell Tigurias outside that I don't need these things anymore so that your container can receive fewer injections."

"But you didn't even want to come down and take a look at Corax and say how much dad loves you, come back, son. Or when he made it clear that he wouldn't come back, you didn't cry and beg him, saying dad was wrong, please. , I shouldn’t have turned the Savior into the Forge World back then, please come back..."

"You just hide behind and wait for others to help you express your emotions and psychological feelings. You don't say that you love you, and you are so awkward. Fortunately, not all of the original bodies follow you, otherwise it would be Petux, Pettu Jonson, Petuliman or Petulius!"

Qin Mo finished everything.

After hearing this, the Human Emperor finally took a deep, trembling breath, turned around angrily, and disappeared into the holographic image.

"He was pissed off..." Guilliman whispered.

"Thank you for the reminder." Lion smiled at Guilliman. "If I hadn't listened to the whole conversation, I would have thought he had been stabbed several times when I saw the look on his face when he left just now."

"I said something harsh." Qin Mo took a deep breath and calmed down, "But I really didn't expect that just now he had clearly dismissed his other will and returned to pure humanity, but he was actually in the cabin. Wait, if he doesn’t come down, do you still blame me?”

Guilliman wanted to remind Qin Mo that the sequence of events in the Eye of Terror was not synchronized.

But think about it, forget it.

"We are the winners on Broome." Ryan looked around, "Because of that storm...how are you going to deal with Broome."

"My opinion is to retain Bloom. The existence of celestial bodies within the black stone's range is beneficial." Qin Mo said.

Ryan nodded and raised his eyebrows. It was obvious that Qin Mo's thoughts were not consistent with his.

But Qin Mo looked at the sun in the sky and said: "But this is just what I think. If the corrosion of this galaxy is so severe that it reaches the point of an astronomical disaster, then I will destroy it first. It is better to spend more energy and materials to build more black stone obelisks to fill the celestial void first, than to be caught off guard by a surprise later."

Lion and Guilliman simultaneously turned their heads to the left.

There was the porthole next to the tactical table, and outside were the stars of Bloom's system.

Those are two stars.

They look like a pair of conjoined twins, glued together by fleshy tendrils.

That star is not like this. There should only be one star in that star's position...

But the war on Broome was too fierce, and there were too many demons.

"I agree to simply destroy this galaxy." Guilliman raised his hand. "As the front line, a huge number of black stone creations must be built here. I don't want a disaster to happen to these two ghost stars one day when they are bound by the rules of the real universe. In a strong situation I personally don’t dare to keep the two stars born in a psychic environment, and I think the star gods don’t want to eat them either, so just destroy them.”

"It depends." Ryan nodded.

The three of them were silent for a while.

Finally, the Lion King raised another question: "So far, there are no reports of any traces of Typhons or Vashtor. Those Drakasi people are almost killed by us."

"They must have run away, but how could they be so fast? This is beyond imagination." Guilliman sighed.

Qin Mo pondered for a moment, and suddenly had an unknown suspicion.

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at the same time.

the other side.

In a black battleship, Vashtor stood quietly in front of the porthole, looking at the stars in Bloom's galaxy.

"The Death Guard have arrived."

An attendant saluted and reported to Vashtor.

Then a sound of footsteps entered the bridge.

Typhons, Plague Marines and Deathshrouds of the Seven Hundred and Seventy Death Guard.

The entire huge bridge can accommodate so many people, but Typhons doesn't think there are too many people here.

"Did we lose too suddenly?" The Nurgling on Typhons's tumor asked Vashtor, "Did we withdraw too suddenly? One second we just issued a retreat order, and the next second you He took me and ran here."

"If you don't hurry up, do you want to be taken over by the third thing called Typhons under the power of your kind father?" Vashtor asked.

"But is the price too high?" Typhons spread his hands, "Seven hundred and seventy-seven people. I lost almost the entire Dalian company, and now there are only a few people left. Even if I reorganize into a battle group, there are still a few hundred people. !”

"Let's blame the storm for coming too suddenly. As for us retreating quickly..." Vashtor's eyes slowly moved down, looking below where he was.

To others, it's just a floor.

And in Vashtor's eyes, there was an engine under that floor.

Tuchucha Engine.

During the Horus Heresy, the Llane was even able to use this engine to travel through warp storms.

"Take your men and station them on the lower deck." Vashtor ordered Typhons as if giving an order to his subordinates.

Typhonse was unmoved.

When the Black Legion soldiers present were about to step forward, Typhons said: "I decided to listen to you. But there is one thing. Did we forget to bring someone with us?"

Vashtor looked sideways.

"Fabius Bayer."

"I care about Bair more than you do, but you can't blame me for not following him. Do as I say, Typhons."