Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

On the battlefield, the jagged network of decay began to close.

It is not like the radiant opening or instant collapse of the Eldar Webway Gate, but it is gradually twisting and squirming in the middle, just like the mouthparts of a living creature, but it is indeed shrinking visible to the naked eye, and the energy and matter are gradually shrinking. Disappear rather than transform.

Even an ordinary mortal soldier on the battlefield could see from this scene that the consequences of delaying for a while would be that the webway itself would turn into nothingness just like the vacuum blasted by the skeleton iron man.

Azrael, the leader of the Dark Angel Chapter, also realized this. After Qin Mo selected the person to accompany him into the webway just now, Ryan also received an extremely candid notice from Qin Mo.

The order from the Gene Father was purer and more severe: do everything possible to open a direct path to the Webway.

Azrael personally fights at the forefront. Sometimes he kills all kinds of enemies he encounters, and sometimes he raises his gun and pours explosive bombs on everything in front. He no longer needs to give any orders to his people, he just uses him on the battlefield. All the members of the Dark Angels Chapter realized what they had to do due to their hard work.

And in the middle of such a fight, a demon engine suddenly came to Azrael.

The Supreme Master reacted extremely quickly, turning around, drawing his gun, aiming and firing in less than a blink of an eye.

But when he pulled the trigger, the bolter named Lion's Fury in his hand made a crisp mechanical sound, and then disappeared without a trace.

Stuck.

When these three words came to mind, a drop of sweat slipped down the back of Azrael's neck and was collected by the armor on his body.

Azrael still looked calm and calm, and the face under his helmet was as strong as steel and as calm as a boulder, but inside his other face had begun to roar.

"It's stuck now? Damn it..." Azrael almost cursed angrily. In the middle of the sentence, he suddenly remembered that the Lion's Wrath in his hand was the sacred object of the war group, so he immediately put away his gun and raised his sword to fight the enemy, "Damn it. Demon! For Lord Caliban! For the Emperor!"

As soon as the roar ended, a bolt of lightning roared through Azrael's body, splitting the demon engine in front of him into powder, but he himself was unscathed.

Qin Mo landed next to Azrael, and the lightning on the chain sword turned into scattered electric light and said at the same time: "It's time for you to retreat."

Recalling the Lion King's order, Azrael looked forward.

The friendly forces in this area are indeed too far forward, which is dangerous, but there is a reason for being too far forward, because the sudden arrival of those iron men allows the intention to advance to the location of the Webway to be quickly realized.

Azrael was silent for a moment and asked: "It seems that the Dark Angels are just following those Iron Men like they're just joining in the fun. What really sent you to the Webway were the reinforcements from unknown sources."

This sentence sounded like an explanation to Qin Mo, but Azrael had many thoughts in his heart. He had richer and deeper personal emotions under his cold and serious appearance.

Qin Mo immediately felt that Azriel wanted to enter the webway together, or that he had some other meaning behind what he said, or it was just a complaint. Anyway, secrets and secrecy are what the Dark Angel is good at, and he has it. Guessed.

Qin Mo was so anxious that he didn't want to ask further, so he just replied: "The Iron Men are not strong enough to make your existence just an embellishment, and they are not that almighty yet."

After saying that, Qin Mo quickly took a few steps back, punched his chest twice, and jumped further forward.

The network tunnel that is slowly closing only has an area the size of a residential entrance door. It is still shrinking rapidly after the first iron man who comes to the front appears, but it seems that there is a problem with its own structure, or maybe it is For some other reason that makes life in the real universe difficult to understand, the Webway Gate suddenly seems to be out of control, sometimes enlarging and sometimes shrinking.

In the intuitive perception of Qin Mo and Guilliman, the size of the entrance to the webway has been constantly changing. They could not even tell whether the thing was big or small at the last second, but when they gradually changed between themselves and Iron Man, The bloody road they opened up together progressed further, and when they approached the entrance of the Webway, the Webway was large enough for all of them and the Eldar Titan driven by Thrall to enter directly.

Then the entrance to the webway showed signs of abnormality as before, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, and finally disappeared on the battlefield as if it had completely collapsed, leaving only a jagged "blank" that was slowly being replaced by the inexplicable material on the battlefield. It is also filled with psionic environment compression.

Ryan, who saw this scene in the fleet, smiled with satisfaction.

Billak, who was also paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, let out an angry roar and punched the demon in front of him who was kneeling on the ground and integrated with the machine to draw a battlefield image in the air.

While Be'lak looked at the wreckage on the ground and gritted his teeth and breathed rapidly, Vashtor had already returned from where the Harmony Engine was to the two people's webway structure similar to a "command headquarters."

Looking at Beelak's furious figure, Vashtor was unfazed. However, considering that the other party was an important ally and had many interests entangled with it, it was relatively worth the investment to appease him, so he Decided to appease him.

"You have your considerations, right?"

When Vashtor was about to speak, the angry Be'lak turned his head and glared at Vashtor and blurted out a question.

This question was the only thing that caught Vashtor off guard in this war, because it thought that Be'lakor would part ways with him and leave with his demon army if he couldn't get his comfort.

But Bilak first showed consideration...under that furious appearance, consideration on the level of communication.

"Yes." Vashtor nodded, "Although I originally wanted to tell you that the reason why the entrance to the webway was not closed in time was because it was abnormal, but... I do have my own considerations. When I controlled the engine just now, , I had a good plan so I didn’t shut it down completely.”

Belak's expression after hearing this was still full of rage. It wanted to scold Vashtor and tell him the consequences of letting those people in, but it thought that Vashtor could not fail to consider this.

In the end, Bilak could only gradually calm down and directly asked Vashtor: "Do you have a complete plan? Did you take everything that has happened so far, step by step, or is everything going according to your plan?"

"When there is a person on the other side who cannot detect or observe the future, I cannot ensure that every step is in my plan." Vashtor shook his head frankly, "But no matter who it is or what it is doing, There is no such thing as absolute satisfaction, as you should know very well."

Be'lak nodded.

"Do me a favor, I need more demons," Vashtor said.

"If I do all this for you, you will fulfill your promise, right?" Billak asked.

Vashtor took out a contract casually: "We signed the contract, why do you have this question? Even if the war gang lost everything in this war, I will give them sufficient weapons and equipment as promised, and I will fulfill my promise , as for whether they can enjoy my trading conditions, that has nothing to do with me.”

Bealak's response was still to nod.

He also knew very well that Vashtor valued the contract for some special reason.

Relatively speaking.