Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"I guess those Dark Angels and Tribunal people were on the verge of escaping. After all, they were near the entrance to the Webway, but they didn't expect to run into the Titans head-on."

"It's no wonder that I saw some scratches on the bodies of some enemy knights in previous battles."

"As for them fighting, I don't find it strange."

"In some joint operations, they would abandon their teammates and run away suddenly. No one can figure out what they were thinking when doing these things. Maybe it was because of secrets, or maybe because of other reasons that they could not tell others."

Qin Mo walked in front, talking about the Dark Angel.

"They are full of mist, and they will do unreasonable things." Guilliman nodded, "But they can continue on the battlefield without hesitation because of Ryan's words. They have contributed a lot in this expedition, and in their lifetimes Throughout the years, I have often lamented the complexity of our species."

"Indeed. Just like the malicious warriors, although they are hateful, they have not betrayed humanity. They will also shout that they will die for the emperor one after another." Qin Mo said.

Guilliman recalled how the Malicious Warrior wanted to join the expedition fleet, but was blown away by Qin Mo: "I thought you hated this type of Astartes."

"Disgusted? No, more than disgusted." Qin Mo continued to walk forward, looking back at Guilliman, "I am also a human being, and I will also become a party to certain events. I cannot abandon my subjectivity. Perspectives and ideas simply look down at some hateful birdmen from the overall situation, and then feel that those birdmen have done some good things, and it becomes pleasing to the eye."

When Qin Mo was talking and looking back at Guilliman, a protrusion appeared on his movement path that no one except Vashtor knew the purpose of. It was similar to a wire covered with flesh and blood. Rod.

Bic pulled Qin Mo.

Guilliman swallowed back the reminder he was about to say, and then asked: "Does Lion also belong to this kind of... birdman in your eyes?"

"No, but in my subjective opinion, he is almost the same as the emperor. I like to talk about things. Ryan is really capable and powerful. He is also indispensable to human beings." Qin Mo recalled Ryan, "He has He has shortcomings, just like you and I have shortcomings, but he also has many advantages that I admire."

"I thought you and he were as close friends as you and I were," Guilliman said.

Qin Mo shrugged: "Because Ryan and I are working together, we have to be more or less friendly. As for my relationship with him... I can only say that the politeness and kindness between Ryan and me are all because of our mutual differences. Great restraint.”

Guilliman was silent. He could actually tell that it was just that he wanted to talk about something when he felt nervous.

The two of them, one Iron Man and one Titan, continued to move forward in the vast inner space of the Webway. To their surprise, they did not encounter any enemies along the way.

It wasn't until they advanced another thirty minutes into the real universe and went deeper into the webway that they met the first person.

And not even an enemy.

A man dressed as an Inquisitor was lying in the "embrace" of a Dark Angel Dreadnought. He was lying in a pool of blood and broken armor and cables. He looked completely like a dead man. Even the detection system was damaged due to detection. Until he was in a dead state without any hint of a living person.

But when Qin Mo passed by the corpse, the judge suddenly sat up from the pool of blood and stared at several people with bright eyes.

Qin Mo and Guilliman looked at each other, then looked at Piccolo, and then looked at Thrall. Thrall in Titan turned his head and stared at the corpse that suddenly sat up.

He found that he did not detect the other party's vital signs because an item worn by the other party covered his vital signs.

The Inquisitor paused for a moment, then suddenly jumped up from the pool of blood, searched the surroundings for corpses he could see, then rushed over and injected the corpse with the medicine used by the Tyrones.

Everything he did was in vain.

Even because he died too "deep into the webway" compared to others, there weren't many corpses nearby for him to rescue in vain.

Finally, the inquisitor who pretended to be dead returned to his original position and knelt down weakly in a pool of blood.

The judge's confused and despairing eyes glanced at Qin Mo and saw the armor he was wearing and the style of the armor.

After recognizing that the person in front of him was the Tyrone, he quickly stuffed the potion in his hand into his pocket.

"No need to hide it." Qin Mo looked down at the inquisitor, "The lord inquisitor named Chuck paid taxes when he smuggled this thing."

The judge opened his mouth, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, but no words came out.

"You abandoned your colleagues and lay down on the ground pretending to be dead, trying to survive." Guilliman stepped forward, grabbed the Inquisitor's Tianling Cap with his big hands, and pulled him up from the ground. "Then you pretended to be in front of us. Zuoyou cares about the lives of your colleagues, and you are wasting your supplies by trying to save them in vain... A judge like you is probably the kind of scum who shows off his authority and uses excommunication orders like wiping paper."

The judge had no excuse, and he could not.

A mouthful of vomit sprayed onto Guilliman's Armor of Destiny. After Guilliman threw away the Inquisitor, the Inquisitor lay on the ground spitting out dirt mixed with blood, sobbing and curling up into a ball, like a helpless person. Helping children.

Guilliman glared at the Inquisitor, his chest rising and falling.

Qin Mo noticed that Guilliman was angry, but he knew better the reason for Guilliman's anger.

It's very simple. It is obvious that the Inquisition did not inform Guilliman of this action. It is normal that they did not inform them. After all, Terrador's actions were treacherous, but the entire army was wiped out and they fought with the friendly Dark Angels. In the end, everyone They were all picked up by Vashtor's lackeys before they went out.

This kind of thing is tantamount to completely contradicting Guilliman's call for the empire to be united for a century. This inquisitor who was lucky to survive unfortunately became the first target of Guilliman's criticism.

"Regent..." Just as Guilliman was about to turn around and move on, the Inquisitor suddenly spoke, "Why are you here? What happened?"

"I'm on a golden expedition, can't you see?" Guilliman asked.

There was obvious consternation on the face of the judge: "The expedition is not over yet? News is spreading all over Terra that the victorious regent of the Golden Expedition will soon return to Terra with glory..."

"Not only is the expedition not over, I am still going to destroy the source of the jagged webways that you see outside the Eye of Terror." Guilliman turned around, "If we are going out, I will take you away and judge you. But now I can only hope that you can continue to pretend to be dead until we come out, or when the enemy rushes here, you can leave a whole body in their hands."

"This is a trap!"

The Inquisitor roared.