Warhammer 40: Mortal Gods

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The top of the Himalayas.

Qin Mo was sitting in the wooden house, sitting on a hill piled with heads of Moranson Alliance's reformed warriors, looking ahead with a complicated expression.

The emperor and Malcador were the focus of Qin Mo's attention.

The two psychic masters were standing facing the wall of the wooden house, with their hands raised, waving their fingers as if they were programming on a virtual panel.

Qin Mo observed for a long time. One finger of the two people probably represented the task of calling for thunder and lightning in an area and completing the task of continuously teleporting a forbidden army.

He also knew what these two people were doing.

They asked the Forbidden Army to take the heads of Moranson Alliance soldiers to the lairs of various warlord chiefs, then show them the heads, and then let these people come to the Himalayas.

It sounds simple, but the operations of the Emperor and Malcador are not simple at all.

Create an atmosphere, let the Forbidden Army teleport close to where they want to go amidst the roar of thunder and lightning, and of course teleport the head under Qin Mo's butt to the Forbidden Army.

After all, the Imperial Guards have too many places to go and too many rulers to meet. Carrying too many heads would make the Imperial Guards look like butchers, so the Emperor and Malcador in the Himalayas could only create a thunder and lightning atmosphere while teleporting heads and the Imperial Guards.

"It's really yours." Qin Mo casually picked up a human head and threw it to Macado, who was reaching out to him.

The head drew an arc and was caught by Malcador and teleported out.

Qin Mo picked up the next head and prepared to throw it to the emperor, but the emperor teleported the head directly from the floor without him using it.

"Whose idea was this?" Qin Mo asked, "Just send a message to the warlords and chiefs to tell the warlords and chiefs that the Moranson Alliance's advance army of reformers has been killed, and they need to gather here in the Himalayas. Is it so difficult to decide whether to surrender or resist?"

"You primitive people don't know how ignorant humans are today." Makado waved his fingers, "It's easy for you to say. If you don't give those chiefs and the like a little power and make some mysterious things, how can they be honest? Come over?"

Qin Mo sighed helplessly, put one hand on his knee to support his chin, and picked up a head with the other hand and threw it to Machado.

He thought about it for a while, then suddenly thought of something and asked Malcador: "Whose idea was this?"

Malcador sighed, and then replied: "I can't say whose idea it was. Anyway, if it were me, I would ask your air force to fly planes to broadcast and drop leaflets everywhere in the Dragon Kingdom and the Eagle Kingdom."

"Whose idea was that?" Qin Mo pretended not to know, "It's so boring and puzzling."

Even if Macado didn't say anything, Qin Mo could guess that this was the emperor's idea.

The Emperor is indeed a person who is not good at words and expressing emotions, but sometimes this person likes to engage in some disgusting operations.

For example, when the Martian Mechanicum was founded, the Emperor went to Mars and preached to the Martians that a prophet, the Ohm Messiah, would come here in the future, and he would be the messenger of the God of All Machines.

This so-called Ohm Messiah is naturally the Emperor himself.

Then when the Emperor announced that the Ohm Messiah would come to Mars in a few years, he praised the role he would play in the future called the Ohm Messiah so highly that it made people's skin crawl.

"This is unavoidable." The emperor said, "It is our goal for human beings to become rational and scientific, but now human beings are ignorant. If you want to be effective, you have to use some slightly ignorant methods. It doesn't matter, the result is the best important."

After explaining one sentence, regardless of whether Qin Mo was considerate and understanding, the emperor remained silent and never said a word again. He just concentrated on creating an atmosphere for the forbidden troops he sent out to see the warlords and chiefs.

At this time, Waldo opened the door of the wooden house and walked in. He patted the snow on his body that still exists in the Himalayas for some reason. He took out three cups of hot water from his arms and placed it on the table of the wooden house.

"What did you say to your subordinates to make them cooperate so well with the God Envoy's arrival?" Qin Mo asked Waldo.

Waldo was silent for a moment before answering, "It is a great honor and fortune to act as my Lord's spokesperson."

Waldo's answer was not unexpected to Qin Mo, he just wanted to ask.

After the Imperial Guards had completed their orders and were all sent back, the Emperor and Malcador stopped using their psychic powers and sat down at the table.

"Can you arrange a hall in the mobile fortress for discussion?" Malcador suddenly said, "Otherwise, when people from the Eagle Kingdom and Dragon Kingdom come, it won't look crude if everyone is crowded into this wooden house. "

Hearing this, Qin Mo took a sip of water, his eyes wandered on Malcador's face, and then fell on the emperor's face.

The emperor had no expression on his face, sat relaxed, and drank silently.

"He just used his spiritual power to tell you this, and then asked you to relay it?" Qin Mo asked.

Malcador was silent for two seconds, restrained his urge to look at the emperor with helpless eyes, and shook his head: "No."

"Then I don't agree." Qin Mo refused immediately.

Macado remained silent.

"Is it okay..." the emperor asked.

"What's okay?" Qin Mo asked.

"Place the meeting place in the hall of the mobile fortress."

"Such a trivial matter." Qin Mo smiled, "You don't need to arrange it in the hall, why don't I just build one on the Himalayas?"

The emperor looked helpless and nodded silently.

"There's one thing." Qin Mo suddenly became serious.

The emperor raised his head and listened very seriously.

"The warlords of the Eagle Kingdom and the Dragon Kingdom have caused indelible trauma to me and my people, and there is hatred between us that cannot be let go." Qin Mo recalled the fall of the city on the mountain, "Although I have I destroyed many enemies, but there was one I didn’t have time to kill after I came back from Saturn. No matter what, he must die.”

The emperor thought carefully after hearing this.

It seems that killing a warlord does not require questioning for Qin Mo, but it is related to the previous agreement.

The commoners belonged to Qin Mo, while the nobles belonged to the emperor.

Warlords are also nobles.

After pondering, the emperor nodded very slightly: "I won't be the only one discussing things with them at that time. We will consider it at that time."

Qin Mo nodded, stood up and left the wooden house.

After he left, the emperor suddenly turned his head and looked at Malcador: "Why do you always betray him about my psychic communication with you?"

The Emperor's expression was less serious, but Malcador was very, very serious.

"First, he knows you, very well." Malcador put his hand on the emperor's shoulder, persuading him, "Second, there are some things we should not communicate privately in his presence. Our career is now at a It’s okay during the rising period. If there is any conflict in the future, even an innocuous gossip you say using your spiritual power may be considered a conspiracy.”

After hearing Malcador's words, the Emperor pondered.

"Communication is very important." Makado said earnestly, "Sometimes, huge misunderstandings can be resolved with two simple sentences, and sometimes, very small conflicts will be magnified by silence. Since we choose In order to cooperate, these things need to be paid attention to.”