Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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A few days later.

On the Tyronian border, outside a newly developed agricultural world that has no name yet, the Ultramarines flagship Macragge's Glory docked in the starport.

A massive device is being carried to the Flair of Macragge.

The entire Legion of Ultramarines was mobilized, and Calgar personally presided over the reception and escort of the device.

Among the Star Gods, Narrator, Mimic, Void Dragon, Burner, Saranoga, and six Star God combat teams will accompany mortals like the Ultramarines to escort the device.

Guilliman did not participate in such an important occasion, because he told his heir Calgar that he had something very, very important to participate in.

On Tyrone's side, Qin Mo did not participate, and the response received by the Star God and the Tyrone people was completely consistent with what Guilliman and Calgar said.

In the agricultural world, on the surface.

The leaders of the two human forces, Tyrone and the Empire, held a meeting that would go down in history.

During this meeting, Guilliman wore a pair of shorts and a shirt emblazoned with the Ultramarines logo.

Qin Mo was dressed the same as Guilliman, except that the shirt had the Talon logo printed on it.

The meeting place between the Lord of Tyrone and the Regent was the farmland on the surface.

The sun is scorching.

No wind or rain.

A bipedal machine as big as a knight walks in the farmland, with many agricultural tools hanging on the back of the machine.

Its arms held a tool that looked like a gun, and this tool kept shooting out seeds.

On the back of the machine is a huge plow.

The drones and intelligent machines that were supposed to do these tasks were lined up on the field ridge, dumbfounded, like a crowd of onlookers.

Machinery plowed the fields over and over again and sprayed the seeds over and over again.

This was originally a very common behavior in Tyron's backward agricultural world, but Guilliman, who was sitting in the cockpit, looked very interested and cheered from time to time.

"It is recommended that operating systems be allowed to assist driving."

"It is recommended that operating systems be allowed to assist driving."

"It is recommended that operating systems be allowed to assist driving."

"..."

Electronic beeps accompanied Guilliman's excited shouts.

The bipedal machine requires no driver training, but that's because the operating system takes care of many of the details of maneuvering automatically.

As a Primarch, Guilliman just sat in the cockpit and fiddled with it twice, and then he was able to control the mechanical mechanics of his feet as perfectly as his own fingers with the operating system assistance turned off.

"Don't go any further, that's someone else's field."

Qin Mo was outside the cockpit, standing on the shoulders of the bipedal machine, pulling on the radiator that dissipated heat from the mechanical reactor. His hand directly inserted into the circular hole on the radiator, grabbing the heat sink.

Seeing that Guilliman was about to plow the fields for others, Qin Mo patted the window twice to remind his friend that the people next door were not planting raw materials for pharmaceuticals, and he did not need Guilliman to help him with the work.

"Right away." Guilliman immediately controlled the machine to stop, then opened the window, climbed out of the cockpit, and sat on the top of the cockpit.

The sun is still scorching hot.

The farmland remains calm and windless.

The environment is very hot.

Because before this planet was colonized, it was moved closer to the star, and its orbit and rotation were also changed, just to make the temperature of the planet higher and more suitable for growing crops that require soil and are grown in high-temperature environments.

"Um--"

Guilliman took a deep breath of the unique sweet aroma emitted by the crops in the farmland next door, and raised his head to look at the row of birds flying overhead in the sky.

Farmland is everywhere as far as the eye can see.

Golden crops display their huge fruits in the farmland.

All this made Guilliman narrow his eyes in comfort and let out a soft groan of satisfaction.

"Roboute, do you know what's missing now?" Qin Mo also jumped on the top of the cockpit and sat next to Guilliman.

Guilliman smiled and turned around: "A drink. I understand."

Guilliman reached into the cockpit, opened the freezer under the seat, and pulled out a bucket and a cup that were a quarter of the size of a normal person.

He used a cup to take a drink from the faucet on the bucket, and then handed it to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo took it, put it under his nose and smelled it: "The lime flavor is perfect for having a drink after working under the scorching sun. This is my favorite among the excellent beverage products."

"I like this too." Guilliman agreed very much.

Qin Mo raised his cup.

Guilliman raised the barrel.

The two men's movements were uniform.

Gudong... Gudong... Gudong...

"Hiss... ha..."

"Hiss... ha..."

"belch."

"belch!"

A cat lying on a mechanical knee was scared away by Guilliman's loud burps.

"It seems that Excellent Beverage has achieved its current achievements not only because their founder dared to sell drinks in the trenches at the forefront of the Golden Expedition." Guilliman held the bucket, "The quality of the products is also excellent."

"Of course." It's hard for Qin Mo to disagree.

During the Golden Expedition, and now at the end of the battle with the Necron, the products of Excellent Drink were transported by military transport ships as military supplies.

Except for the time when their founder drove a small transport ship to the front line.

Because Tyron's War Department investigation report showed that this drink can be effective in calming the emotions of human soldiers.

And the company that Guilliman signed the contract to introduce as the regent of the Human Empire rather than the lord of Ultramar was also the best drink.

Even the Cadian people on the front lines were hoping for this.

After drinking the drink, Guilliman put the cup and bucket into the freezer under the cockpit seat, and the two of them stayed on the top of the cockpit of the bipedal machine.

It was a moment of hard-won peace.

Guilliman was so comfortable that he lay down and rested his arms on his head.

Qin Mo also lay down and rested his arm on his pillow.

The two looked at the blue sky.

"Thanks."

Guilliman suddenly spoke.

"Retirement experience card for this day?" Qin Mo shook his head, "You're welcome, it's nothing difficult to arrange. When everything in the empire is over and humanity's internal problems are solved, you can enjoy such peace forever. "

"Not just for this matter," Guilliman said, "but also for my mother's matter. You brought my mother back. The day my fleet entered Tyrone, a transport ship from the Tyrone Hospital came to pick her up... "

"Then you don't need to thank me." Qin Mo said, "because in the future, humans will still need you to continue to take on heavy tasks."

The toilet is almost clean.

It was time for the two friends who came to clean the toilet to part ways.

But one of them had to wipe up the excrement soup left in the corridor outside the toilet.