Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"I don't need any gifts from your master."

"It won't shrink in the subspace, thinking that it will be the only god that cannot be measured by me, right?"

"It and Khorne, whoever comes first, they will be like Nurgle and Slaanesh."

Qin Mo stared into Carlos's eyes, as if communicating with the essence of this ever-changing demon king.

"So what if you measure them, can you kill them?" Carlos asked.

"Not yet, but things have to be done step by step." Qin Mo replied calmly.

"Then maybe there is a better way, that is, you accept the gift from my master, and then you can have more powerful power and wrestle with the gods." Carlos added, "You should have realized that dealing with subspace , or the Supreme Heaven, the best way to deal with it is to use it itself, because it contains extremely powerful power."

Qin Mo raised his index finger: "I said I won't accept it."

"I'm sorry, but the gifts have begun to be given to you from the moment you entered this webway and cannot be terminated." Carlos said.

"What exactly is the gift?"

"Help you achieve your purpose and all your heart's desires. I told you."

"..."

Qin Mo didn't want to ask any more questions. He just took what Carlos said as a reference. He was fed up with this kind of random questions and answers.

The chainsword was resting on the left side of Carlos's neck, and the Crone's Sword was resting on the right.

"You can't refuse the gift even if you kill me, because the gift has already begun." Carlos looked like he was willing to die. "I used the stick of destiny to separate my power so that I could transform into multiple selves at the same time. It’s useless to perform rituals for you, a good ally, if you just kill me, the separated body.”

"Then you begged for mercy in the first place?" Qin Mo straightened up and pressed his hands slightly on the two swords.

"This will damage my essence, just like the individuals separated by the gods that you killed will also damage the essence of the gods." Carlos's two bird eyes looked at the sword blades on the left and right respectively, " If we can reconcile...I still don't want you to kill me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Mo exerted force on his arms, and Carlos' head that told the truth fell to the ground like the head that told lies before.

The Demon Lord's body collapsed suddenly and gradually dissipated, and part of his essence turned into a stream of white light, flowing into Qin Mo's body along the old woman's sword.

At the same time, the entire internal space of the Web Channel began to change rapidly. Many objects that were a mixture of machinery and flesh and blood had disappeared, and the jagged Web Channel space was also erased from the sight of Qin Mo and others.

Guilliman became vigilant and raised his hand of control to aim around. He originally thought this was a signal for the enemy to appear. Maybe the nine times nine ever-changing demons would jump out and restrain the four of them soon.

But at this time, there were no enemies, only the surrounding environment had changed significantly.

Piccolo looked around and found that he could suddenly see directly the torrent of ether scattered around.

The phenomenon called the etheric torrent often occurs when rituals are performed, which means that the spiritual energy dispersed in the subspace moves in a regular form, just like the electric current mobilized by technological creations in the real universe.

Looking along the direction of the flow of the ether torrent, Piccolo could directly and clearly see the "Prowlers" who were moving regularly in the webway. Those Inquisitors who were sent to die by the Inquisition's foolish decision became the materials of the ritual.

As for the purpose of the entire ritual itself, Piccolo can only perceive that it is forcibly creating an area outside of Vashtor's control in the webway opened by the Discord Engine, rather than that the ritual itself attempts to directly achieve any form of effect. .

"It's dead, so the ritual is activated?" Qin Mo looked at Carlos's body on the ground. The Staff of Tomorrow in its hand disappeared, but its body was still here.

However, he felt that it was probably some form of death that he had embodied, not that Carlos himself died here.

"No, it has nothing to do with its death." Thrall controlled the Titan to establish a psychic barrier to deal with any situation that might happen at any time. "It is more likely that there was something from the moment we entered the webway. It was activated, and all the strange things we encountered later were related to it."

Qin Mo thought of the gift Carlos mentioned.

Gifts were given to them from the moment they entered the webway...

When everyone was alert, the nearby environment began to change even more dramatically.

The crystal spread into the space where everyone was, occupying a large area, extending to the edge to the seemingly clear but seemingly endless boundary between the ever-changing realm and the Webway.

Just like Qin Mo immediately thought of Tzeentch when the number nine appeared, crystals are also a representative thing. Tzeentch's Demon Realm is the Crystal Demon Realm. Those crystals made Qin Mo think that everyone might be in Tzeentch's realm. In the demonic realm.

Qin Mo, Guilliman, and Piccolo faced each other in the same direction. Thrall's Titan stood behind the three of them. In the eyes of the three of them, countless Demon Lords and Tzeentch would appear in the next second. They were various and ugly. The hateful demonic army.

But when the crystal completely spread to the end of the field of vision, the imagined enemies never appeared.

There is only a shining road made of growing crystals that stretches from the front to the heights, like a crystal mountain.

And at the end of the crystal road is a black throne.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Mo found himself alone in front of the black throne, while Guilliman and others were at the starting point of the crystal road. They were surprised to find that their most reliable comrade had changed positions in an instant. Looking up at Qin Mo.

With the emergence of a torrent of ether, Carlos's body on the ground moved twice, and then the two heads scattered on the ground suddenly opened their eyes, as if someone else had remotely controlled them.

"Don't sit on it! You will definitely die if you sit on it! Stay away from it!" The lying Carlos' head issued a stern warning.

"Accept it, it's a gift to you!" The truth-telling head roared, then pecked the lying head next to it, and then roared, "That's an olive branch to join the great game! Countless creatures in the real universe The unobtainable things are now within your reach!”

"Don't stop it! It's a curse!"

"It's not a curse! It's a gift that even I can't ask for! A gift!"

"..."

Seeing the head of Carlos who told lies and the head of Carlos who told the truth, which had been trampled by Guilliman, screaming as if they were arguing, Qin Mo was a little confused and didn't understand what the two heads were shouting.

"You can get what you want as long as you sit on it!" the truth-telling head yelled, "or you can just hug me up! I won't treat you badly!"

"Don't bewitch my dear friend!" Guilliman raised his hand of control and fired at the heads of the two Carloses.

The two Carlos' heads were beaten to pieces, but their wriggling biological tissues could still speak: "I never tempted him, he will make a choice according to his own desires, in this promotion ceremony!"