Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

When Guilliman pushed open the door marked: DO NOT DISTURB WITH THE GOVERNOR, he saw the largest and most gorgeous lounge on the battleship.

Mimic hadn't returned from Jaghatai yet, so Guilliman walked directly into the bedroom at the end of the lounge without saying hello first.

Qin Mo was lying on the sofa. The very ancient and primitive device he had customized for playing video images was placed in front of the sofa. The large device, which was about a thousand inches in size, was playing the footage of a first-person shooter game.

The UI on the game screen shows Calgar's appearance, as well as his various weapons and equipment that can be deployed.

"Calgar once told me that he always received large amounts of money from the Tyrone sector inexplicably in Macragge's bank." Guilliman sat on the sofa next to Qin Mo, "Could it be this game? At the cost of his image, right?”

"Indeed." Qin Mo replaced Kalga with a heavy explosive arrow.

Guilliman watched for a while, and then he noticed the emotion from Qin Mo's body, so he asked: "Are you thinking about what the high ministers told me just now?"

Guilliman then told what he had heard from the High Lords.

Although he had just learned about that disgusting thing, it had already happened, and the Tailong people must have let Qin Mo know about it.

"Yes." Qin Mo nodded.

"Then what do you plan to do, and what do your people think?" Guilliman asked.

The Primarch's brain thought at that moment of many possible ways the Tyron could have acted.

For example, assassination, killing the governor's family to extinction.

Or fleet force deterrence.

But these methods will cause "cracks" in the balance that Guilliman strives to maintain.

"The governor who threatened others by killing civilians registered a huge enterprise." Qin Mo stared at the game screen and controlled Calgar to fight on Broome.

However, the ancient technology used in the ancient equipment customized by Qin Mo really made the engineer paralyzed. The Calgar he controlled began to flash and stand still on the battlefield, and finally the death screen popped up.

Qin Mo clicked Resurrection with an expressionless expression and continued: "He is planning to make one last big profit. There are a hundred ways to make this governor lose everything. Take all his own money and the money given to him by the nobles. All the money spent on going to the stud evaporated overnight.”

Guilliman thought for a moment and felt that the Tyrone's tricks were more sophisticated and cruel than he thought.

A governor does not cease to be a governor when his money is gone. Legally speaking, he is still a governor.

But a ruler who has lost his finances and has enmity with other nobles because of one incident, then he and his power are like a naked woman walking on the road in a military camp.

"The investors did leave the planet." Qin Mo said, "But the military rations and automatic guns produced did not have time to be taken away. They were still left in the industrial areas filled with poisonous gas."

"That's appropriate." Guilliman nodded.

If the governor is killed by local people and replaced by local people, according to experience and convention, this kind of worthless world will not attract crusade.

But the high ministers of the High Lords Council will definitely make a fuss about this matter, but Guilliman has also figured out how to respond to them and how to argue with them.

balance.

Balance itself is most important.

After briefly discussing this trivial matter, Guilliman talked about more important matters: "The main fleet does not need to go to Sanguinius. The expedition is over. What are you going to do next?"

"Install black stones into every corner of the Eye of Terror and seal the cracks in the real universe." Qin Mo said, "Then the entire real universe can enjoy the benefits of the expedition."

Guilliman knew what Qin Mo was talking about.

Even when the expedition reached the iron ring, the benefits were already huge.

The biggest benefit is the psychic ebb event.

As the Eye of Terror shrinks, the psionic ebb occurs and the psionic power of the psyker weakens.

In Necromunda's Hive, a place where psychic abuse is at its worst, gang members find themselves unable to increase their psychic powers no matter how many psychic-enhancing drugs they consume.

In places that were often harassed by demons, demons began to appear rarely, and various evil rituals related to psychic powers made it difficult to summon demons into reality casually.

This is only the middle stage of the Golden Crusade. When the entire Eye of Terror is closed, the powerful psykers will be weakened, and the weak psykers will even directly lose their ability to use psychic powers.

Although there are rifts such as the Maelstrom in the universe in addition to the Eye of Terror, there is no need for the existing Primarchs of the Empire to organize a vast crusade to close them one by one.

Even if they do not disappear directly, places such as the maelstrom will shrink after the Eye of Terror is sutured. After shrinking, the psychic influence weakens again and shrinks again.

It may take hundreds of thousands of years for the real universe to recover from the trauma of subspace tearing apart, but at least humans and other material beings can see hope.

"Perhaps we will have to deal with the Necrons next." Guilliman recalled what he heard from his brothers. Before going to the meeting with the Supreme Lords, he learned about the affairs of the Angel Fleet and the Holy Saints. Gilles meets Szarak.

Although Sanguinius was not harmed by Szarak, and Szarak's fleet also played a positive role.

But as the Imperial Regent, Guilliman could not rule out the possibility of war between humans and the Necron, who hated life.

As the Golden Crusade progressed, messages from all over the Empire contained reports of the awakening of the dynasty. Following these messages, one Imperial world after another lost contact with Terra.

"I don't want to start a war with them." Qin Mo lowered his head and pondered, "I think what happened after the Battle of Heaven was the Star God's fault. If the Star God hadn't tricked them, they wouldn't be what they are now. "

Guilliman thought for a while, and he began to worry that Qin Mo was sympathetic to the Necron and was unwilling to prepare for the most extreme situation.

"But it was the Star God who turned them into iron skeletons. There is no reason for other creatures to atone for the Star God's sins!"

Qin Mo continued.

"I do have a judgment in my heart about right and wrong. I sympathize with them and I am willing to help. But if they want to kill us all and get war, then they will get war."

"As the saying goes, every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. After Saranoga became autistic, he found a place to squat for such a long time, but no undead came to arrest him. Instead, he was arrested one by one by the awakening and already awakened dynasties. Human massacre, what’s going on?”

After hearing Qin Mo's thoughts, Guilliman nodded in agreement, thought for a while and sighed: "Sometimes I think about it, the arrogance of the Eldar is not unreasonable. Races like them are indeed ancient and powerful, and it is really terrifying. opponent."

"Compared to the old races such as the Necrons and the Eldar, humans are indeed immature." Qin Mo nodded, "But as the saying goes, the young are afraid of the young. It's not like these two old races have never been defeated by humans. It's a big deal." The Empire and Tyrone are fighting a mixed doubles match against the undead, and the problem of killing people as soon as they wake up must be corrected!"