Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The group of people advanced in the webway for a long time, trying to find a way out of this large webway while exploring.

Qin Mo's idea was to go straight to Longlin Planet. Not only did he keep an eye on it, but he also asked Piccolo and Thrall to sense any possible forks in the webway and other paths.

After moving forward for a moment, the group stopped and could no longer take a step forward.

It wasn't because he encountered an enemy hiding somewhere in the Webway, or another crazy person, but because he encountered the Prowlers.

The wanderers described by the mad judge were wandering along the path of the group. Just like what they saw on the map, they were also wandering and walking following certain rules. If you looked down at them, you would find that they seemed to be depicting something. A strange symbol.

The Mad Inquisitor said that there was more than one team of Prowlers in the Webway, and it was not surprising to encounter a team of Prowlers. But the problem was that the number of people in the team of Prowlers in front of them was eighty-one.

"The Prowlers we saw on the map before?" Guilliman subconsciously pulled out the Emperor's Sword, "We clearly deliberately bypassed them..."

Qin Mo also felt confused, very deep doubts, layer upon layer of doubts.

Who helped Vashtor obtain the three artifacts?

Why are there no troops stationed in this network tunnel?

Was everything that had happened so far staged by Vashtor, and what was its purpose?

Before entering the web tunnel opened by the Discord Engine, Qin Mo had anticipated everything that might happen next, but what he expected was that he would engage in a fierce battle and fight his way through Vashtor's lackeys. A bloody road to destroy the Discord Engine, instead of walking in the large webway that seems to have been forgotten by Vashtor, and then encountering one unfathomable strange thing after another.

However, Qin Mo also had a feeling that all this was not planned by Vashtor.

The number nine is the sacred number of Tzeentch.

Qin Mo speculated that there might be a transaction and cooperation between Vashtor and the Dark Gods. This was something he, Guilliman and Lion all thought was possible.

After all, even the iron ring of the Iron Warriors binds the number of planets to seven, which is Nurgle's holy number.

In the real universe, Qin Mo would not feel that his planet had been invaded by evil gods just because he saw the evil gods appearing on the signs hanging on the streets, but he was not in the real universe at this time.

Standing in the eye of fear, Qin Mo didn't believe there was any coincidence or unintentional act here.

"There is definitely a ceremony going on here." Qin Mo turned back to look at Titan, "Sal, ask your prophet..."

"No need for him to ask, the ceremony is going on here," Piccolo said, patting the living rocket launcher in his hand, and the living weapon immediately changed into a form similar to a handheld detector.

Then Piccolo used the living body detector to investigate the "Prowlers".

Afterwards, the tool in its hand changed into several forms.

The purpose and effect of each of the strange-looking devices was beyond Qin Mo's ability to identify and perceive. It was obviously an investigation based on psychic energy.

In the end, the tool in Piccolo's hand turned back into a weapon and he looked at Qin Mo: "The effect of this ritual is not to summon a more powerful subspace entity, nor to sacrifice, nor to curse... Its function is like a waiting The switch that is turned on, and the accompanying monitoring function.”

"It's too general. Can you tell me the significance of this inexplicable ritual appearing here?" Qin Mo said.

Piccolo shook his head: "Sorry, if other people of my kind who are good at investigating are present, maybe it can be done."

Qin Mo looked at the Spirit Titan behind him.

"It's more detailed than what the prophet said," Sal said.

"Who arranged it?" Guilliman asked.

"It's not Vashtor." Piccolo replied, "If it were Vashtor, what we would see is a technological device fused with demons, rather than a ritual that functions just like a device, because as I said It is said that the purpose of this ritual is a switch and monitoring, but I have no way of knowing what exactly is being monitored, and there is something covering up its essence."

Hearing this, Qin Mo lowered his head and thought carefully.

He habitually took out a crystal from his pocket, tore off the protective paper with the thumbs-up devil printed on it, and then popped the crystal into his mouth to taste it carefully.

At this time, he will feel that his desire is satisfied and gradually calm down.

"Vashtor is definitely working with Tzeentch."

Qin Mo suddenly said to the others.

"Everything we experienced after entering the webway made us involuntarily speculate about everything. If this weird ritual was not done by Vashtor, then it is obvious that it came from a person who is good at and accustomed to performing rituals."

"The mind-boggling speculation, coupled with the number nine times nine, makes it difficult for me not to think of Tzeentch."

After listening to Qin Mo's words, Guilliman recalled that he had passed through the maelstrom and was captured by the Black-Hearted King Huron.

At that time, there were nine great demons of Tzeentch appearing in the battleship.

Guilliman also agreed with Qin Mo's guess, but it was difficult for him not to have a question: "Cooperation, this is not something that subspace creatures of different belongings would do. Will Vashtor cooperate with Tzeentch? I I think they are more likely to hate each other, and as a secondary god, I’m afraid it’s not qualified enough for one of the four gods to join forces with it.”

"That's right." Qin Mo tilted his head and stuffed another crystal into his mouth, but after thinking about it for a while, he objected: "Its power is related to technology. The soulless scholars in the star area think it may have some influence on it. With its profit-seeking and pragmatic traits, it is not surprising to cooperate with other subspace creatures.”

After saying that, Qin Mo thought for a while and continued talking.

"As for whether Tzeentch will like it..."

"We shouldn't think logically about things related to Tzeentch. What if it just wants to have some fun while it's running around being beaten by the other three gods?"

Guilliman nodded after hearing this, feeling that it made sense.

"In any case, since the purpose of this ritual is to monitor, in Vashtor's webway we are just like running into a ghost hitting a wall, constantly circling around this ghost ritual."

"The people in these investigation teams must be going through horrific torture, and it doesn't look like they have a chance of being rescued, so I think we should not try to activate the ritual or bet on their chances of being rescued, to prevent us from stepping into Tzeentch." In the trap."

"Even when we are not yet absolutely certain that this ritual is the work of Tzeentch or one of his monstrous lords, we should be careful."

As he spoke, Qin Mo threw the chain sword up and caught it with his backhand when it fell. He looked at Guilliman and said, "I think this ceremony should be destroyed directly."

Guilliman thought for a moment and took two steps back.

Qin Mo thrust his sword into the ground, and the gushing flames instantly swallowed up the eighty-one people in front of him.

Piccolo picked up the rocket launcher and fired two more shots, turning the ceremony place into a completely empty area.

Thrall in Titan heard the prophet's ravings - the ritual was destroyed.

Everything around him changed, the terrain began to change, and the road ahead was no longer dark and difficult to discern.

I don't know if it was an illusion. Although he had always known that he was in Vashtor's webway, Qin Mo still felt like he had changed places when he saw the changing path.

The group of people once again set out on the road to search for the Webway. Just as they thought, they never encountered the eighty-one people again, nor did they encounter the ritual that seemed to have no other purpose except to make people wonder.