Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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"Based on the information provided by both parties during the second sentencing process, as well as the reconstruction of the scene with technological equipment."

"On behalf of the legal department of the 1242nd District of Tailong No. 1, I declare that you have won the case, Mr. He Chou."

In a white room, a woman holding a scale stood in front of two men and announced the results to them respectfully.

Then the white room disappeared.

Instead, there was a cold and narrow corridor, a cold seat under the buttocks, and a cold cable on the brain-computer interface.

The woman also disappeared, only He Chou's opponent was still there.

He Chou took off the cable, breathed into his hand, stood up and looked down at his opponent in the white room just now.

"We'll see, you're a loser in the Star Zone." The opponent stood up and showed an extremely cold smile. He opened the door and left the corridor under He Chou's watch. He got on a floating vehicle with the Tyrone Navy logo outside and left.

"Navy, shit." He Chou touched the back of his head, feeling a little dazed, but soon he didn't care anymore.

He waited on the side of the road and squeezed onto the teleportation platform leading to the world's first division of Tyrone One.

Everyone was waiting in line.

For people like He Chou, the time spent commuting to and from get off work is not long. What is long is the time spent waiting at the teleportation platform.

All the powerful people are sitting in the floating car. That old thing is not as fast as the teleportation car, but the good news is that it is enjoyable. If you have the choice, who would want to crowd on the teleportation platform?

Besides, time is really so short, why must it be teleported?

But complaining is useless. He Chou clearly understands his level, so just thinking about it, he still squeezes on the platform honestly.

Until I don't know how much time passed, it was finally He Chou's turn.

He walked up to the teleportation point, closed and opened his eyes, and arrived at Area 1 in an instant.

In this area nicknamed New Cato stands the core of the entire star sector, the Department of the Navy, the Department of the Army... these super-department giant buildings all stand here in a circle, and the center of the circle around the giant buildings is A giant statue.

Statue of Lord Tyrone.

Classic skin, holding a scepter and chainsword, stepping on the head of the Genestealer Chief, with the chainsword pointing forward, and behind it is a relief of a large group of soldiers.

Logically speaking, those who can enter and exit Xincato are all important people, but there are always exceptions to everything.

He Chou has been here countless times. He walked to the bottom of the naval department building with ease and found an isolated archives room in the corner of the hall on the first floor. Then he found another archives room in the archives room. A small dark room filled with smoke.

There is a sign that reads "Diplomatic Team" hanging on the door number of the small dark room that is about to fall off.

After pushing the door open, a warm greeting came from the small dark room.

There are more than ten male and female colleagues in total.

There is also a man sitting on the boss's chair at the head of the long table. He looks like a ruthless person, but in fact he is actually a ruthless former regiment commander of the Tyrone Army.

"Team leader!" He Chou saluted his superior like a soldier in the legion, and then sat back in his seat.

He also wanted to call other superiors by his first name, surname, etc., but he really couldn't because this old guy didn't reveal his name at all.

He is simply a psychopath. He thought he was fighting on the front line of the Tyrone defense...

After saying hello to his colleagues again, He Chou lowered his head and went about his own business.

But the diplomatic team has nothing to do at all, unless everyone is looking for trouble and must engage in diplomacy with greenskins and undead, or find those pointy-eared people who are so proud that they are crazy...

Otherwise, the daily routine is just sitting around.

Even the communication between the empire and the Five Hundred Worlds is not the responsibility of the diplomatic team, but the department directly under the Lord of Tyrone.

"If I were still on Beisu No. 4, I would have been sitting in the floating car and following the beautiful female stone assistant around."

"Either it's a big deal."

He Chou always thinks like this when he has nothing to do.

Just like the flow of his life that never changes, saying these two words of emotion after going to work every day is also an unchangeable flow.

And every time at this time, He Chou would think of his old master.

Why worry.

What's there to worry about?

Nothing to worry about, just smooth sailing.

That's what the name means.

He Chou felt that his name was not as domineering as his old master He Qizheng, but there was nothing he could do.

Apart from his name, what impressed He Chou the most about his grandpa was that the old guy was too strict.

When He Chou was admitted to the capital college of the Star District one day, he tactfully expressed to his grandfather that he wanted to stay in Beisu, but when the grandfather who did not look old clenched his fists and smiled, he asked his grandson to touch his old ears. When repeating a sentence, why worry about compromising.

The temporary compromise resulted in the current situation.

It would be true to say that food and clothing are sufficient and everything goes smoothly, but how could a descendant of a planetary governor, a descendant of a war hero decades ago, only have an ambition to work a sinecure?

If only I could be like the old man...

He Chou thought.

At the critical moment of life and death in the sector, in the Battle of Tyron, he made the right decision and led the vast majority of the world's population from being slaughtered by Chaos.

Lead the war and fight hard against powerful invaders, even if the invaders are legion-sized red pirates.

Fight alongside the returning Lord of Tyron at the end of the war.

Recalling the legendary stories his grandfather told him when he was a child, He Chou would feel passionate every time, as if he was living in that changing era.

"We have won this war."

"Because I will personally lead you and tear a gap in the enemy's front on the southern continent of the planet."

"For me? No, for the star region, for every world in the star region, and for the 12.1 billion people in the Northern Hive City! Praise all the brave people in this intelligent race of humans!"

He Chou simply didn't dare to think that if he existed at that time, and stood there, listening to those inspiring words, and then teleported out with the Lord of Tailong, killing the enemy's position...

"Stop daydreaming." The female colleague next to her raised her hand and slid it in the air.

[Credit Point +1]

When He Chou saw the prompt in his field of vision, he looked puzzled: "I won't run errands and buy drinks for all of you...unless you tell me how you knew I was daydreaming?"

"Last time you secretly looked at your psychological test results, I saw a comment on it, you like fantasy, so..."

"Okay, go right away, everyone, wait a moment."

He Chou rushed out of the Diplomatic Office as if he was running away, but he didn't run far. Instead, he went to enjoy the free drinks at the Admiralty Department on the second floor.

He had done this so many times that he was familiar with it.