Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Your descendant has exiled a Star God fragment." Ryan looked at Guilliman, "You Ultramarines have experience in this kind of thing."

Guilliman didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to answer the conversation. After all, he was in front of Qin Mo. Although Qin Mo was not on the Star God's side, the problem was that the Star God was now helping humans.

If it weren't for the black stone obelisk built by the Void Dragon, one of the Star Gods, the entire war would not have been possible. The expedition to the Eye of Terror was tantamount to seeking death.

After hesitating for a moment, Guilliman just looked at Qin Mo and said: "I have learned about this matter in detail... I can only say that the Star Gods are not a species that is easy to communicate with. If the other party is not so manic and extreme, maybe we can communicate with them. The connection was established early on.”

"Don't even think about establishing a connection with the Star Gods." Qin Mo stared at Guilliman, "The Star Gods themselves eat each other, bully and betray each other. This species doesn't know what cooperation is at all, just like animals, the law of the jungle eats the strong. This is Star God’s biggest problem.”

"So direct? I thought you would defend them." Ryan said.

Qin Mo turned to look at Ryan: "I will indeed defend them, the Mimic, the Void Dragon, the Burner, and all the Star Gods who carry out great causes with me. But I will also face up to their shortcomings, and only by facing them can they be solved. "

Then Qin Mo said something about the Star God.

Frankly speaking, a long time ago, the Star Gods' relationship and mode of getting along with each other were like animals.

Guilliman, on the other hand, was thinking about Qin Mo's thoughts on the Star Gods, and realized that he might want the Star Gods to learn how to get along with each other in a truly intelligent species.

At least let them learn the mimicry, and they have almost learned it now. At least they will not bully each other, prey on the weak, and abide by rules such as not to have contact with mortals and not to let humans in the star sector believe in themselves.

"For the C'tan, he is a good ruler." Guilliman thought to himself.

He felt that although Qin Mo bluntly spoke out about many of the Star Gods' problems, even to the point of being insulting, he was indeed responsible for those Star Gods.

At least until the Black Stone Creation is fully deployed, he will not allow any Star God to be deployed on a battlefield where the impact of subspace may surge at any time.

So if Qin Mo is the ruler of the Star God, he must be a good ruler.

"Bloom is destroyed." Ryan glanced at the star system with only the black hole left, turned around and walked back to the tactical table, looking at the overhead view of the entire Eye of Terror.

The branch fleet advanced triumphantly.

Sanguinius and his scions have conquered dozens of daemon worlds, deployed massive obelisks upon them, and even found two worlds that produced Blackstone.

The progress of Jaghatai is similar to that of Sanguinius.

On the other hand, the main fleet has just conquered a world called Broome to this day.

"I have a conjecture that the reason why this war broke out is because of Fabius's conspiracy." Qin Mo told the two primarchs his conjecture, "Fabius may want to create a war The quagmire, let us get stuck in it, and then he can do something secretly... This should be a plan he has thought of for a long time."

"And after this plan is implemented, it will inevitably escape Fabius' control." Guilliman had the same speculation as Qin Mo earlier.

Their primarch's head was not covered either.

"That bastard may have died in Broome. I hope he did. He died miserably and was pulled by the gravity of the black hole into a noodle man that can extend from the ground to the outside of the orbit." Ryan said angrily.

Qin Mo didn't answer.

He knew that Clone Corax was chasing Fabius, but no news had come back yet.

If the cloning of Corax fails... Fabius is at large unharmed...

Thinking of this, Qin Mo decided to give Clone Corax some confidence.

Furthermore, the Battle of Broome is over, and Corax himself can stop moving on this planet, and he can also go hunting for Fabius Bayer.

"Maybe he has got what he wants. He is sitting happily in the battleship, thinking about which planet to go to next to build a laboratory and what mutant genes to use to pollute the human gene pool." Guilliman said, "The cunning rabbit has three caves."

…

at the same time.

"No!!!!"

After letting out a heart-rending scream, Fabius Bayer fell to his knees, his body twitching, his eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.

Luperzi on the side was holding the magic sword, scorning Fabius with a very cold expression, and uttering an extremely cold threat.

"I know it feels uncomfortable to have a soul ravaged by a magic sword, but..." Luperzi raised his hand covered with thick arm armor, "Three seconds."

Luperzi didn't say what the consequences would be after three seconds;

But Fabius was trembling with fear, imagining the possible horrific consequences, and immediately got up.

Now Fabius Bayer is still bound in that head, but the head is roughly inserted into the headless corpse of an unknown person.

Luperzi used his psychic powers to forcefully glue Fabius' head to the headless corpse.

Occasionally, he would torture Fabius with his magic sword.

It is torture that goes deep into the deepest part of the soul, and is directly imposed on the soul and the essence of life. The strength of the body is irrelevant, and the weaknesses of the soul are infinitely magnified. Everything that intelligent life cares about, cherishes, and fears are all gone. Become an exploitable part of this horrific ordeal.

"Okay." Luperzi raised the magic sword.

Horrible torture once again invaded Fabius's soul.

The latter let out a pitiful scream, nearly collapsing from all the pain and sorrow he felt in that moment.

"Didn't I already... get up..." Fabius stared at Luperzi weakly.

"I know, but I just want to torture you." Luperzi turned around and walked to the culture tank in front of the two of them, looking at the puddle of flesh with eyes and tentacles inside, "This is definitely not yours. The limit, Fabius, your cloning technology can't be so bad, the only thing I can think of is that you are deceiving me."

Fabius also looked at the rotten meat in the culture jar.

The piece of rotten flesh was trembling and struggling. It obviously had self-awareness, but it was not in shape.

"This is the original body I cloned, your genetic father." Fabius suddenly said, "I don't know what happened. Maybe you don't believe it, but I have succeeded before."

Hearing this, Luperzi turned to look at Fabius.

Then he slowly raised the magic sword.