Warhammer 40: Mortal Gods

Chapter 572 Promise

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The bridge of the Glorious Humanity.

Qin Mo was sitting on the throne, with imperial guards and iron commanders standing beside him.

Like Guilliman, Qin Mo also has things that need to be arranged, but he can think about his own affairs first since the people haven't arrived yet.

Qin Mo's thoughts drifted back to the battle with Mortarion.

What Mortarion and Guilliman noticed was correct. Qin Mo was distracted during the battle.

The reason why he was distracted came from his battle with seventy-seven demons and demon princes on the Russian satellite.

Qin Mo recalled the battle that he solved easily but made him think about it to this day.

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The great demon Nurgle and the demon princes surrounded Qin Mo. Their attacks did not distinguish between friend and foe, because they came with the determination to die.

Qin Mo glanced up and down at the skeleton's appearance, and finally his eyes fell on the living missile launcher.

Clearly not a servant of Vashtor.

When Qin Mo wanted to ask further, Piccolo's alloy skeleton body began to tremble, and eventually what seemed to be possessing it disappeared.

The Blood Angels had to cross the Bald Desert and lie in a coffin for a while before they could become recruits.

"Yes, we all are!"

"You will get a home world. You can choose one among the uncolonized planets in the star sector. You should consider the geographical location first. As for the planet type... we can help you transform it later."

Qin Mo told everyone the rules.

Qin Mo recalled the demon who had led him into the realm of Slaanesh, into the palace of Slaanesh, and finally died in the hands of Fulgrim.

In the smoke, a group of guys who looked like alloy skeletons appeared.

"Praise to Tai Lung Three Hundred Worlds!"

The alloy skull looked at Qin Mo, and a voice came from the skull made of alloy and amplified several times: "Your joy at this time makes me feel honored. It is my honor to be remembered by you, just like I can serve you. .”

These links will result in the death of a large number of soldiers, which is the tradition of the old war group.

The devil's weapons are living creatures.

Although these two hundred space warriors were quite miserable, one like the Burning Falcon, who was so miserable that only three of them were killed by the Inquisition, was still unique.

Two hundred Space Marines, led by the Sons of Antaeus, entered the bridge.

When Qin Mo raised his hand to release flames to repel the demons, a living missile fell from the sky.

Qin Mo was speechless for a moment, he was confused.

"Are you Piccolo?"

At first, Qin Mo thought they were servants of Vashtor, but after careful observation, he found that these guys did not have any mixture of biological tissue and steel on their bodies, which was different from those demon fortresses.

There is no need for the Astartes to kneel down, just like any of Qin Mo's subordinates. They only need to come over and nod as a salute.

"You have independent power in your home world, but this does not mean that the sector does not have supervisory power."

Subsequently, other space warriors like the Sons of Antaeus who were promised a home world were allowed by Qin Mo to choose an uncolonized planet as their home world.

Qin Mo followed closely and finally caught up with the leader of the alloy skeletons, the five-meter-tall guy with a living missile launcher in his arms.

The Astartes believe that they owe their patrons the highest degree of respect.

The Lord of Tyrone adjusted his collar, then held his head high and his posture became very serious.

"Just as the Star Zone promised, you will get what you deserve." Qin Mo's voice echoed in the vast bridge.

The floodgates open.

Like their ammunition, the weapons were living creatures, but instead of being a mixture of flesh and blood and steel, they were metal creations with electronic eyes and sound generators.

Those alloy skeletons launched an attack on the demons.

With them in check, Qin Mo could kill every Nurgle lackey present faster.

Other chapters always suspected that the large number of Ultramarines must be because they had some secrets, but there were no secrets at all, they just didn't do anything in the selection process.

Dark Angels do not use anesthesia when performing reconstructive surgery.

"I am a subspace creature."

Zabriel doesn't know where his destination is yet. He hopes to return to the Dark Angels after the original body redresses their grievances. The Sector also guarantees that they will not be forced to stay. They can leave at any time, and even Leave wearing a terminator.

The living missile launcher lost its electronic eye and sounder and became an ordinary missile launcher.

They took off their helmets, came to the command throne, and knelt down on one knee.

"How did you become like this?" Qin Mo asked again, "You said you feel honored? You are a devil..."

Piccolo said.

Piccolo said again.

The commander of these alloy skeletons is a tall skeleton about five meters tall and extremely strong.

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<divclass="contentadv">"They are coming."

After all seventy-seven demons were eliminated, the alloy skeletons immediately evacuated.

However, the Sons of Antaeus and other Chapters allowed to gain access to their homeworlds are not allowed to do this, and the Tyrones will help them establish recruits who can screen out recruits who meet their Chapter's standards and traditions.

Arrange transformation surgery for a group of strong young men who yearn for justice and long for the Ultramarines, instead of letting them survive naked in the wilderness of ice and snow, or baring their teeth with beasts that are more terrifying than tanks. This is the reason why there are so many of them.

Just like the Ultramarines, they can survive even if their transformation surgery fails.

The Astartes except Zabriel and other fallen angels were full of expectations.

But all the Astartes here have had one experience - being found by the ships of the Inquisition, and then departing on the ships of the Tyron Navy in the Inquisitor's incompetent rage.

These rules do not allow these war groups to survive during the recruiting process.

Although those attacks with all their strength penetrated the power armor every time, they were unable to hurt Qin Mo's body, nor could they suppress Qin Mo.

The alloy skeleton turned into something without self-awareness like a machine made by humans, and collapsed to the ground.

"You can recruit new recruits, and the Tyrones who are willing to join your warband will apply, and then you can perform reconstructive surgery on them."

“You are the Father of our Father.”

The recruits of the Space Wolves are selected from a large number of people who have bared their teeth with beasts in the ice and snow. Only the surviving ones are qualified to undergo transformation surgery.

"You are Piccolo, right?" Qin Mo was very happy, "You did not die in Slaanesh's palace! You are still alive! But how did you become like this..."

Saran thanked her loudly.

cried the missile launcher in its arms.

"But in the recruitment process, you can screen the sources of soldiers, but whether the screened people pass the screening or not, they must be alive."

The demons were knocked away.

The gentle reminder from the guard brought Qin Mo back to reality from his memories.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

"Son of Antaeus." Qin Mo looked at the largest space warrior.

Chapter Master Saran looked up.

"We accept." Chapter Leader Saran nodded.

Everyone else nodded.

The only exceptions were the Burning Falcons, as they were promised not a homeworld, but help to rebuild the Chapter.