Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Cadia galaxy.

Xingang Medical Station.

A group of people were busy moving two hospital beds out of the ward. Under the gaze of the expedition wounded soldiers who were recuperating in the medical station, the two hospital beds were pushed to the top of the medical station building.

Then the complicated medical equipment was delivered to the hospital bed and connected to the two patients lying on the hospital bed. Finally, the equipment was started, and the patients on the two beds woke up instantly.

Creed opened his eyes suddenly, and a word came out of his dry and hungry throat: "Snow..."

The Cadian assault force guard who rushed from the building to the rooftop immediately took out a cigar, stuffed it into Creed's mouth, and then quickly lit it for him.

Creed took a hard puff.

His shriveled and broken body could not even support him to complete this step. The cigar smoke entered his lungs and made him almost cough up blood, but he held back.

He held it in expressionlessly.

"Water." Creed put down the cigar with his withered hand and said to the soldier.

The soldier immediately handed the water to Creed.

After finishing the drink, Creed turned his head with difficulty and looked at the person on the other bed.

That's Kyle, his second in command.

The moment he saw Kyle, long-suspended memories emerged in Creed's slow-moving brain.

The man named Kyle was older than him. When Creed was still a big-headed soldier, Kyle was already a veteran who had been fighting for many years. He was irritable but humble. He discovered that Creed's Talented and willing to perform the duties of deputy until now.

During the Battle of Cadia, Kyle accompanied him in every dangerous situation.

On the iron ring, the moment the volcano cannon bombarded him, Kyle was also on top of him.

"Cough cough cough..." Kyle's nose twitched and he coughed violently.

Creed immediately put out the cigar in his hand and pressed the lift button of the hospital bed for his old man.

"Lord of Tyrone... Where is the cigar belt that Lord Tyrone gave you..." Kyle asked weakly, "That thing... the cigars produced by that thing are not so choking..."

"It was blown to pieces." Creed said. "It's useless for you, old guy, to rush at us. It was that thing that protected us under the roar of the volcano cannon."

Kyle nodded vaguely.

The weakness of the two people made the guard on the side feel stunned and in a daze. He could not believe that the two frail old guys in front of him were the Supreme Lord of the Castle and his heroic deputy Kyle in the great stories spread on Cadia.

But the doctor told him that this was Creed, so the guards still stood aside solemnly, looking at them with reverence.

Creed and Kyle are very old.

Kyle is not young either.

Creed's trademark short neck appears elongated because he is too old and shriveled.

Both resisted life-extending technology, and when they came off the front lines of the Expedition decades ago they were too injured, and their current state is the result of a choice and compromise between extending life and restoring their injuries.

"The Golden Crusade is over?" Creed looked at the guards.

"Yes, sir." The guard nodded, "The black stone structure is about to completely seal the Eye of Terror."

"Don't call me Lord." Creed said, "I am no longer the Lord of the High Castle."

Although he had just woken up, Creed was certain of at least this: he was no longer the castle owner.

Someone must have replaced him, and someone needs to replace him.

Maybe it's a young and promising man, maybe it's that bastard who often calls him the short-necked ghost... No matter who it is, he, Creed, is no longer the Lord of the Castle.

"You are the Supreme Lord of the Fortress, in name only." The guard replied respectfully. "The highest level of Cadia since you is the second Lord of the Fortress, because everyone thinks that you are the Supreme Lord of the Fortress forever."

Hearing this, Creed didn't know what he was thinking. He slowly turned his head and looked at the sky.

The purple is already very faint, compared to before.

Creed still remembers standing on the command deck when he was participating in the expedition, looking at the large purple outside the transport ship, and casting a hateful look at the purple.

As he is now.

Even though Creed already knew what the outcome of the purple patch representing the Eye of Terror would be, he still looked at it with hatred, full of hatred, and strength.

This behavior caused him intense discomfort and his eyes began to bleed.

"I remember that when I stared at this thing, not only did my eyes bleed, but I also felt torture and pain that went deep into my soul." Creed stared at the bleeding eyes and said coldly.

Kyle nodded, staring at the purple.

The guard didn't look at it because he was not from Creed's era, his eyes were not purple, and he was not born when the Eye of Terror still had a strong influence on Cardia. He was not a person with strong psychic powers at all. People who grow up under the influence of the environment and look into the eyes of fear can get into serious trouble.

The guard lowered his head and stood respectfully, staring at the news projection displayed on his palm.

"The last black stone structure is about to be dropped by the Tyron Navy." Guards Hui reported.

Creed nodded and looked at Kyle aside.

Kyle didn't react at all. He just stared at the purple with bloodshot eyes.

When the last black stone structure began to be launched, the timelines had been merged to the point where they were almost completely consistent. Creed did not have to worry about the scene where the Eye of Terror was completely closed appearing at some point in the past or future that he could not witness. .

He saw it.

How the black stone structure was placed cannot be seen here, but the purple color is indeed gradually dissipating.

Until there is no more purple in the sky.

"It's closed! It's closed!" Creed, who had never been emotional, shook Kyle's body and stared at the sky full of stars, "The end of Cardia's old enemy! Its end!"

When Kyle didn't give any response, Creed looked at Kyle again and found that he was still staring, but he had obviously reached the end of his life.

"May your soul return to the Golden Throne." Creed stretched out his hand and gently closed Kyle's eyes.

Creed, who had lost the company of his old friend, was lying alone on the hospital bed. He glanced at Kyle's body next to him, then lit the cigar and held it in his mouth.

He was still staring at the sky, but his attention was not on it.

Usaka E. Creed. This man's life passed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Creed felt like a child, living a happy life on his parents' farm and admiring his childhood sweetheart.

Until one day the enemy appeared and the farm was destroyed. Creed hid in the cabinet and shivered, watching the enemy approach, then saw the enemy die, and then saw a space warrior wearing a white robe carrying two swords on his back and holding two guns coming. before.

Creed felt like he had become a young man again. He had become a recruit and a white-shielded egg, and he was crawling around on the battlefield.

One day, the ship we were on wandered into a ghostly place called Tyrone One.

In a daze, Creed became a middle-aged man again. He saw the Lord of Tyrone who used the power of thunder and fire and remained in his twenties forever.

"At that time, you only need to send someone to say a word to me." The Lord of Tailong said.

"What?" Creed asked in a daze.

"Say, Cadia asks for support," Lord Tyrone replied, "and I say, Tyrone will respond."

Creed nodded vaguely.

Everything started flowing again.

Creed did not take that agreement to heart because he did not think he was qualified to make any agreement on behalf of Cardia.

He continued his war career and continued to serve, until one day the war broke out on Cadia and he rushed back.

The businessman named Klein stayed with him.

The Voskani Iron Cavalry rebelled, and the castle lord died. Creed made all the right decisions at the most critical moment, and he became the supreme castle lord.

After the Battle of Cadia ended, Creed suddenly found himself talking to others about how to help the Tyrone sector as much as possible in the ongoing defense battle of Tyrone.

He lured the enemy to attack Cadia, obtained the right to start the war, and sent reinforcements against all objections.

Then, there is the Golden Expedition.

Gradually, Creed's memory slowed down, and he realized that his life was passing quickly.

He heard a group of people swarming to the rooftop, and dozens of doctors blocked his view of the sky.

"He's been able to hold on until now just by his will."

said one person.

"Let him rest in peace."

said another.

Creed felt that he was not dead yet, but those people were already praying that his soul would return to the Golden Throne.

Then he slowly floated up and watched as a large group of people carried his body away and put it into the farewell procession composed of the entire Cadian assault force in the star port.

Creed watched with his own eyes as his body was carried into a well-decorated ship by a procession. Then the priests of the state church gathered around to pray, and a ceremony began. Finally, when the ceremony ended, Creed looked at himself again. The corpse was loaded into a torpedo according to custom and fired in the direction where the Eye of Terror was when it still existed.

Also launched were all the Cadian people who died in the Golden Crusade.

Creed stared at the torpedoes containing his own body, flying in the void towards the closed Eye of Terror.

Suddenly a Tyrone naval fleet sailed out. They sailed with the torpedo at the same speed as the torpedo until the torpedo exploded with a bang.

Only then did Creed realize that he was already a soul.

The container in the subspace that specifically holds the human soul emits light, taking on the appearance of a straight and towering road.

Creed had to follow the road because he found that the evil beings in the subspace were coming, but they were temporarily blocked from the road.

However, when Creed decided to walk over, he subconsciously glanced back. Dazzling golden light filled his field of vision, and a majestic throne stood in the golden light.

There is no one sitting on the throne, but a cold sun stands there.

The light from the sun drives away all the evil that is blocked from the road.

"Why did you come here?"

Creed heard a voice that surprised him. He followed the sound and saw Kyle slowly walking out from under the throne.

"The throne gives us a choice." Kyle motioned Creed to stop, "Rest in peace, or continue to fight for humanity."

Hearing this, Creed glanced at the evil beings around who were suppressed by the light of the icy sun and did not dare to speak. Without thinking, he walked directly towards the icy sun.