Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Lightning and thunder thundered above the sea of ​​trees in Pandora.

Dark clouds gathered under the canopy of the giant tree, but there was no rain, only the roar of thunder.

With everyone's expectations, the young leader rode a pterosaur and flew back to the tribe, but he did not bring back the guests that the tribe hoped to come back.

Although Thrall was present as a guest, he had fallen into the grief of losing his compatriots and couldn't extricate himself. It was no different from non-existence.

"We must stay and fight the Tyranids."

Tukalon jumped off the pterodactyl with the support of the dragon knight and spoke to everyone.

Doubts, whispers, exclamations...the courage that Tukalon had finally gathered almost dissipated.

But knowing that the survival and death of the tribe can only be separated by a thought, Tukalon became angry, pointed at the tribe and shouted: "I know that deep down in your hearts you all want to escape, you just don't dare to say it loudly, you want a A leader who is not even old enough to learn how to control a dragon makes this decision on your behalf so that you will not be condemned in the future!"

This sentence forced everyone to fall silent.

"I have two options."

Tukalon sat on the throne and held out two fingers.

"The first."

"Transport all the combat books stored in the world shrine to study. All adults in the tribe will receive combat training and grab resources at a fixed time."

"No matter which child or person's dragon it is, whether it is the dragon responsible for transporting camels or carrying passengers, they will all be used as mounts for the reserve dragon knights, allowing the younger dragons to take over their original responsibilities."

"All the younger members of the tribe went into the blacksmith shop or sewing shop to learn skills and were responsible for the production of war supplies while the adults and I went to war."

"Tear down all the treehouses and build more defensible fortresses."

After saying that, Tukalon leaned on the throne and waited quietly for the tribe's response.

He looked calm on the surface, but in reality he was extremely panicked.

What if the clan members don’t do it?

What if the clan members abandoned themselves and the tribe and ran away?

"But that means we will all die." A girl raised her hand.

"Only death and battle are uncommon here. Any other kindred, whether it is the Ark kindred or the wild kindred, they are always accompanied by death and battle." Tukaron responded.

No matter how calm Tu'Kalon appears, he is a man who is not even old enough to learn how to control a dragon, and his authority is definitely insufficient.

So there are still people questioning it, loudly or quietly.

"Or you can choose the second option." Tukalon suppressed his worries and raised his voice, "We are all gathered here, waiting for death."

There were murmurs, and then suddenly someone stood up and shouted questions.

"Are you so calm? Did those guests decide to take you away? After all, you are our leader, with noble blood? Humph?"

Tukalon was so angry that he almost jumped up.

He admitted that he was nothing as a leader, but he never thought of abandoning his people and running away.

Tukalon pulled out the spear that his father had given him when he left, and stuck it on the ground: "You can let me die now, so that I can't abandon you and live alone."

The doubts gradually subsided.

Sometimes people just need a fair leader.

When Tukalondu said this, everyone else present had no words to say.

And those who supported Tukalon were brave enough to speak out.

"Compatriots... for the soul of the world!"

"Anyway, we had nowhere to go twenty thousand years ago. For Pandora! For every sleeping ancestor in the shrine! For us to continue to survive!"

"..."

When he saw the eyes of the tribesmen gradually becoming firmer, Tukalon, who was panicking, breathed a sigh of relief.

The young leader looked at the spear stuck in the ground.

He asked himself, did he really have the courage to face death calmly?

The answer is of course no.

But fortunately, those who took the lead cried to death under the claws of the Zerg, and died in battle.

…

Early next morning.

The adults of the tribe have returned to the tribe after grabbing resources and started cutting down trees before conducting combat training.

The children have entered the production facility to learn how to forge from the craftsmen. With the powerful learning ability of the Eldar, spears and armors have been forged. Although these are just for practice, the quality is not bad and can be used for Training is enough.

In those forging places run by top craftsmen, Qin Mo, who was surrounded by craftsmen, was forging more advanced weapons with the advanced production tools he had developed.

Armor with a defensive force field for dragons and knights.

A spear with a disintegrating force field that can pierce the Tyranids' carapace.

A fire support platform that can be mounted on a dragon.

These weapons are simply wooden spears with circuit boards installed, but time is tight, and the Savage Eldar are only good at using these things. Those dragon knights have regarded combat skills as routines during the long peace, and they can only teach riding skills to civilians. The way dragons fight.

However, Qin Mo didn't expect these wild spirit tribes to use their spears to drive away the Zerg tribe. They only needed to prove that they had the courage to sacrifice everything to protect Pandora and the determination to fight to the bitter end.

Uslan trains those with psychic talents in the tribe and develops them into psychics.

In his spare time, Qin Mo walked to the edge of the top of the giant tree of the World Shrine and checked the tribe's preparations.

A crisp knocking sound came from the black smoke-belching forge.

Below, a group of Eldar people working spontaneously during their lunch break are using advanced equipment to cut down trees and mine mineral resources on the planet.

Those who are talented in dragon-riding combat ride their own dragons in the air or on the ground and intensify their combat training.

The Eldar are a race created by the Ancient Saints to fight against powerful enemies. They themselves have the advantage of being a war resource.

Those Eldar brats born with strong muscles can not only shoulder the responsibility of production, but can even shoulder the responsibilities of the militia.

"You see, I said that they have only been at peace for too long, not that they have no intention to fight at all."

Wuslan came from behind Qin Mo, leaning on a tree trunk and smiling.

He is very happy these days.

In order to deal with those disorderly forces who want to destroy everything, the Star God is teaching the Eldar how to protect their homeland, just like in the Battle of Cartier, humans and Eldar fought together against the lackeys of the dark gods.

It was a grand occasion for Uslan.

"We will end things here soon, just in a few days." Qin Mo's eyes moved away from the men and women who had sacrificed everything for survival, and fell on Uslan, "Then I will return to my Go to the star area."

"Long after you go back, the people here will still remember you. Maybe they will appear on the battlefield where you are in the future, and the grown-up Tukalon will ride on his dragon and listen to your orders." Uslan smiled.

"That's the best." Qin Mo nodded, "When I was in the subspace, I thought that even if there was a hound around me to drive me, it would be a good thing. It would be nice to have one more person who can fight side by side."

Uslan didn't answer and was silent for a while.

After a moment, the Eldar prophet spoke: "Maybe I can see all the order races unite in the future... Maybe one day in the future we will defeat a powerful enemy, I mean maybe... It sounds a bit unfounded, but maybe we will at that time They will fight with each other again..."

"This is inevitable." Qin Mo nodded without thinking, "But I can clearly distinguish between the main contradiction and the secondary contradiction. If there is a 100% sure way to kill one of the dark gods, , but this method will turn the greenskins or you into a huge empire, and I will choose to kill the dark gods without hesitation."

Uslan nodded: "There are many people who can't tell the difference. There are such people among you and among us."

But the prophet didn't know that there were still some words in Qin Mo's heart that he had not revealed.

That is, times have changed, and not even half of the Ancient Saints who can fight a head-on war with the Star God are dead.

Not to mention that every race has become crotchless after the war in heaven.

The Eldar almost played themselves to death.

The green-skinned one is now the biggest and most WAAAAGH boss, not even one percent as big as the ancient orc in Trazin's collection.

The Necron lost and damaged many things in their long sleep, and they were at serious risk of civil war.

As long as the problems in subspace are no longer a problem, then the problems in the real universe will no longer be a problem.