Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"How can those greenskins be so honest?"

Seeing no reaction from his son, Ryan found another topic.

This is indeed a topic that Zabriel is willing to talk about.

"The Blood Ax Clan." Zabriel just said these four words.

"The Blood Ax Clan? What then?" Ryan asked.

Zabriel looked at his former genetic father in surprise, unable to believe that he didn't even know what the Blood Ax Clan was.

"A greenskin clan that will carry out trade in the world on the edge of the empire, and even serve as mercenaries for the Inquisitors."

"They are different from other greenskins. They like to use special tactics, pursue order, and pursue military discipline."

"They will even buy Imperial armaments and uniforms."

"Can you believe that they can plan well during a battle and find a way to sneak into a ship instead of rushing in with great fanfare?"

Zabriel kept staring at the greenskins as he spoke, obviously caring about them.

Ryan, on the other hand, looked confused: "Are you talking about the Greenskins or some undisciplined Imperial Planetary Defense Force?"

"I'm talking about the Blood Ax Clan." Zabriel emphasized.

"Okay, okay, Blood Ax Clan." Ryan turned his head to look at the green skins. Those green skins were indeed different from the green skins in his impression.

Very un-green.

They were wearing human military uniforms they didn't know where they got, and the leader who looked like a captain was wearing a political commissar hat.

"I suspect they are not here to take refuge." Zabriel said, "I just killed an Inquisitor the day before yesterday. I suspect they are special forces employed by the Inquisition, just like those employed by humans on the border of the empire. It’s the same as the Blood Ax Clan Special Forces. As long as you give them money, they will do anything.”

Hearing this, Ryan's eyes widened angrily: "You killed a judge? Do you still feel that you are wronged and should not be hunted down by the Legion?!"

Zabriel withdrew his gaze and looked directly at Ryan: "So you have become a member of the Tribunal now? You think your descendants have signs of betraying the empire, so you killed your descendants for the Tribunal and destroyed your Home planet?”

Ryan's anger suddenly rose.

Zabriel saw his anger and immediately prepared to defend himself, but then suddenly calmed down after seeing the father of genes furious.

Ryan was not as violent as he was 10,000 years ago. After he calmed down, he picked up a cup of coffee, pointed at the cup and said: "This is a disagreement and controversy between us, but I don't have enough memory now to talk nonsense to you, so let's go ahead for the time being. Shelve it.”

After speaking, Ryan placed the coffee on the other side of the table.

Zabriel nodded: "Okay, let's put it aside for now."

Ryan continued to eat, thinking about things while eating, and then he couldn't help but ask: "Legion...how is Legion?"

"There are no more legions, Primarch." Zabriel shook his head.

Ryan felt that his heart was being grabbed, and he asked in shock: "The legion has been destroyed?!"

"That's not true."

Zabriel was very confused as to why Ryan didn’t know about the legion, but seeing that he wasn’t pretending, he patiently explained.

In his words, Ryan abandoned the First Legion and disappeared without a trace.

Then the First Legion was split up by the thirteenth Primarch, Robert Guilliman.

Split into battle groups, which means that the first legion is gone.

Lane's descendants have turned into battle groups of a thousand people.

"Tell me again who split up the legion!" Ryan shouted fiercely.

"Guilliman demolished it," Zabriel said with a smile.

Ryan's palm fell on the metal dining table, and the entire table deformed instantly, and all the plates fell to the ground.

In front of everyone, Lion roared: "Why was it Sanguinius who died on the Vengeful Spirit instead of Guilliman?! What kind of evil possessed him to do such a thing? The Legion Split it into battle groups? It’s a shame he can think of it!”

"Times have changed, original body." Zabriel picked up the coffee and slowly talked about what had happened in the past ten thousand years.

He has not experienced the past ten thousand years. After all, he only came out of subspace four hundred years ago, but he has learned these things.

"The Imperial Truth no longer exists. This lie was accompanied by the emergence of the State Religion. The Emperor became the God-Emperor and completely disappeared from the Empire. No one except some Space Marines and old antiques believes in the Imperial Truth."

"Now people openly worship the emperor and think he is a god. When you leave here, you can see many people kneeling in front of the statue to pray."

"The Ecclesiarchy is like...the Word Bearers."

"I heard that some people collected the scriptures left by the Word Bearers and preached them everywhere as state scriptures."

These words stimulated Ryan.

Ryan was not furious, but disappointed and depressed.

The Imperial truths once preached during the Great Crusade are now abandoned by humanity.

This news alone surprised Ryan.

Not to mention what Zabriel later said, the Ecclesiarchy is the same as the Word Bearers.

Ryan felt that if he had been the one sent out to destroy the Perfect City, the home planet of the Word Bearers Legion, he would have done a better and more determined job than Guilliman.

Regardless of whether humans considered the Emperor a god or not, there was no way they could find any trace of the Word Bearers.

"I can already hear the leader of the 17th Legion, the bastard named Luo Jia, laughing wildly in my ears." Ryan complained.

Zabriel continued to talk about what happened in the empire, and he found that Ryan knew nothing about this. This not only made him wonder: Where has Ryan been all these years?

Doubts did not stop Zabriel's narration. He kept chattering all the shabby things into Ryan's ears.

Ryan began to think that now that he was awake, he might have to face these bad things.

There is no way, he is the leader of the First Legion and the eldest brother of the original body.

But the problem is, the Emperor never taught him what to do in such a bad situation.

The only way Ryan can think of is to lead the legion...no, the war group. Take those boys who were split into war groups because of Guilliman's good deeds and go to Terra to kill the Ecclesiarchy directly.

But thinking that doing so might result in the casualties of many innocent people, Ryan suddenly didn't want to be so desperate.

Ryan thought about these things completely according to the emperor's thinking, and then realized that his father on the golden throne might not even be able to speak or give him advice.

"Although things are so bad, there is one good thing. The Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds who was stabbed into the stasis position has awakened. He probably won't have any mercy on those of us who were abandoned and slaughtered by the original body, but he will definitely Help you," Zabriel said.

"What did you say?"

"The thirteenth Primarch has awakened."

"you sure?!"

"I'm sure I saw the live broadcast of the sector's welcome to the Primarch on this planet."

After confirming again and again that Guilliman was still alive, Ryan raised his head and looked at the ceiling, feeling from the bottom of his heart: "Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately... Guilliman is alive. I have never been so grateful for his existence as I am now."