Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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One month later.

As countless orders were sent and received, the huge golden expedition fleet continued to move in the direction of the Eye of Terror.

After a busy day's work, the Lord of Tyrone left the bridge and walked towards his private room.

His face was expressionless and indifferent, and he walked with his head held high.

In the eyes of passers-by, every step he takes is graceful.

"Governor." A Space Marine of the Flesh Tearers Chapter came to the Lord of Tyrone and bowed in salute. "Can we increase the synthetic plasma ration of our Chapter?"

As if he was afraid of being rejected, and seemed to be aware of his rudeness, the Space Marine added: "I know this matter should be brought to the crew in charge of logistics, but I happened to meet you, and this demand is really too much. …”

"Yes." The Lord of Tyrone nodded expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and scratched the bulkhead, and a projection that could provide office conditions anytime and anywhere appeared, and then he posted a message in the logistics ration displayed on the projection. Order.

"Thank you." The Space Marine saluted again and turned to leave.

The Lord of Tyrone continued to move forward on the corridor.

Every crew member and officer he met on the road saluted him, and he nodded expressionlessly.

The Lord of Tailong seems to be a machine leader with no emotion, handling everyone and everything he encounters calmly.

Finally, the leader of the entire 544 worlds in the Tyrone sector walked into his private room.

"you are late."

The moment the door closed, a familiar female voice came.

Qin Mo smiled before he turned around and turned to look behind him.

Mimic, dressed in a slightly special way, stood in the center of the room and looked at Qin Mo with a smile: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Why didn't you come over yesterday?" Qin Mo walked forward with a smile, sat on the sofa, and poured a glass of wine for Mimicry.

In the huge Glory Humanity ship, the chance of Qin Mo and the guards meeting was no more than 3%. This battleship was as huge as a city, not to mention the Mimic who usually did not stay in the Glory Humanity.

"The Ultramarines need to do tactical deductions. I will help them. After all, I have the ability to create realistic illusions." Mimic sat next to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo was unhappy when he heard this. The word dissatisfaction seemed to be written on his face: "What do they think of my best star god friend? A technological device?!"

"But you have been maintaining a good relationship with Guilliman. Can't I indirectly help you by doing this?" Mimicry asked.

"I do have a good personal relationship with Luo Bao, but that doesn't mean I want to please his sons." Qin Mo complained while drinking, "Tomorrow I will go find Calga who follows Luo Bao like a follower all day long. Ask him if he doesn't have time to ask logistics to give him a deduction device, or if he just wants to find something for my good friend."

Mimic thought for a moment and changed the subject: "You didn't come back just to worry, right?"

"Of course." Qin Mo put down his wine glass.

This sector lord, the Lord of Talon who could mobilize thousands of fleets, over a billion Talon armies and hundreds of worlds with just one sentence, hesitated and hesitated.

"You know, I like to try something different."

"so……"

The mimic asked: "Then we don't have to look like this with white hair and red eyes. How about Vanessa instead?"

"Okay, I don't have any good ideas anyway. You can become a Burner." Qin Mo nodded slowly.

The mimicry changed instantly, and his body flashed to two meters away. He pinched his waist with his hands and said with shining golden light: "Worship to me, Governor Tai Lung! I am the great lord of mankind! The master of the entire empire!"

"What are you doing!"

Qin Mo stood up in shock.

"The Human Emperor can't do that!"

"I'm sorry, then I'll change to normal Vanessa."

"No... don't bother... You've been very busy recently, so I don't want you to bother..."

"..."

Just when Qin Mo wanted to do something with Mimicry that only the two of them knew, as before, there was a sound of heavy footsteps.

Qin Mo instantly heard the sound that the guards' power armor guessed in the corridor.

The leg bones are integrated with silencers, and it is not easy for a guard of normal human size to step so loudly.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and then suddenly disappeared at a certain moment.

After another pause, words rang out.

"The Governor...the Regent asks you to go to the bridge together. There is an emergency."

That was Gray's voice.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and signaled Mimic to wait for him.

The Lord of Tyrone left the room, expressionless and dignified, and headed to the bridge with Gray, who was about to return to the bridge to do some work.

Before entering the bridge, a yellow-armored space warrior walked quickly past Qin Mo, glanced at him as if he had rolled his eyes, and then looked away.

Qin Mo thought it was a weeper, but after careful observation, he discovered that it was not a weeper at all, but a malicious warrior.

"Sorry, we are late." The Malicious Warrior entered the bridge and saluted Guilliman to apologize.

Guilliman shook his head magnanimously: "As long as you are here, I was worried that the fleet would not be able to catch up if it sailed through dimensions, but you found us when the fleet was replenishing..."

"Why are you late? The dimension engine was not sent to you?" Qin Mo asked the malicious warrior.

The malevolent warrior stood there, unresponsive.

Seeing the change in Guilliman's eyes, the malicious warrior responded: "Our battle group came with a subspace engine, the Navigator..."

"It is not without reason that such a large expeditionary force can be assembled in a short period of time, because we are all using a more stable navigation method."

Qin Mo directly interrupted the malicious warrior's defense.

"We all use dimensional engines and star gates. We travel through dimensions and space folding channels."

"You're diving in a warp drive cesspool, no wonder you're late!"

The malicious warrior stood there, turning a deaf ear to Qin Mo's words, looking only at Guilliman.

"It doesn't matter, no matter how you came, you are here after all." Guilliman said, "But your ships cannot cooperate with us, so you go back first and thank your Chapter Master for me, because you fought The regiment responded to my call.”

The malicious warrior was stunned for a few seconds, then turned and left.

After the gate was closed, Guilliman explained to Qin Mo: "They..."

"I understand." Qin Mo nodded.

The Malevolent Warriors, this warband that does not use the Dimension Engine is just a microcosm.

A microcosm of the forces within the Imperium that opposed the Primarch and the new faster-than-light travel.

The Malevolent Warriors themselves are not a war group that adheres to tradition. They do not use dimensional engines. The reason is that some forces will provide enough supplies for five hundred years to war groups that insist on using subspace engines.

This force can guess that it is the Navigator without even thinking about it.

Although navigators have financial resources, weapons and equipment cannot be bought with financial resources. Just like a large number of soldiers could not buy the priceless force feedback armor hundreds of years ago.

Therefore, we can draw a conclusion that not all members of the Mechanicus are wall-riding factions like the current Foundry General, or the True Ohm Messiah faction like Vic, and there are other factions...

"Don't worry, the Navigator group can only engage in these small tricks. They have been divided and disintegrated by me into internal fighting." Guilliman pointed outside, "The dimensional engines used by the entire fleet are proof of this."

"I understand, I understand." Qin Mo nodded.

Guilliman nodded as well.

At this time, the fleet has completed its supplies, and part of the Tyrone transport fleet has left the formation and traveled back and forth.

The golden expedition fleet set sail again and jumped into the dimensional space.

"Where is our next stop?" Qin Mo asked.

"The dimension engine is indeed efficient, and the fleet sails extremely fast." Guilliman returned to the tactical table.

The Primarch stretched out his hand of command and pointed at the star map.

"Cadian Gate."