Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

as always.

Qin Mo told the truth straightforwardly to the people around him.

He never hid like the Emperor, he would tell those who could be told what was the truth of the universe and what the hell was in the warp.

This is not a difference in acting style, but Qin Mo's realization that he can tell the truth.

Characteristics are more important than anything else.

No matter how powerful the Emperor was, he could not enhance the fabric of reality within a radius of hundreds of light years, so that ordinary people within the affected area would not be invaded by disgusting beings that covet their souls.

This is a privilege that comes from character.

Just like the reason why the Tyrone people can be rational and know more is not because of how noble and superior they are, it's just that there are several star gods in the place where they live that have enhanced the structure of reality so that they will not be unlucky if they know something.

It is precisely because he knows that privileges come from characteristics that Qin Mo will never go outside the star region to preach what he knows to the people of the empire.

And the most punishable offense in the Tyron Sector is to reveal knowledge about the Warp to the Imperials, and every soldier who leaves the sector to participate in every external support operation must learn never to mention it when speaking to non-Tyron people. Rules for the exchange of subspace knowledge.

The clones in front of them are enough to bear the weight of knowledge, because their status and importance are not such that they will cause horrific consequences when they are unable to bear the weight of knowledge.

"You are all cloned."

"Guilliman II, I don't want to say this, but I have to tell the truth. Your adoptive mother is no longer here. Even if she is here, she is not your adoptive mother."

When Qin Mo finished saying this, Clone Guilliman held his head in pain.

Qin Mo also felt very uncomfortable.

He actually wanted to tell these Primarchs that you are the Primarchs, and then they all left Broome laughing and holding hands. Of course, they leave together after destroying the new humans.

But the problem is that the cloning Primarchs are really not the real Primarchs, and they will find out sooner or later.

Rather than letting them wallow in shock and hatred and anger at the lie after they discover it in the future, it is better to say it now, and the long-term pain will be worse than the short-term pain.

Fortunately, the reaction of these clone masters after knowing the truth was not as bad as Qin Mo thought.

They calmed down quickly, still in pain, but calm.

But this is obviously not because of the strong psychological endurance of these children with huge problems, but because...

Qin Mo looked at Angron.

Angron, who did not drive nails, had the psychic gift of influencing the emotions of others.

"Why do you want to keep us alive? If you are right, then we inferior copies, these defective products, fakes... should have died long ago!" Ryan stood up and roared angrily.

Qin Mo raised his hand.

Ryan's armor became extremely heavy, pulling him back into the corner.

"How many fakes, how inferior, how many defective products can you have?" Qin Mo looked at the Primarchs with a wry smile, "Bineng seriously injured the Emperor after the rebellion, and massacred the people he had sworn to protect on a planetary scale. The main body is still inferior and defective?"

Qin Mo looked at Angron when he said this.

"Of course, not all of you are so inferior."

"Among the six awakened clones of you, only Perturabo, Magnus and Angron are so inferior. By the way, there is also Mortarion."

"Killing mortals for fun, fighting with roommates..."

Qin Mo added a few more sentences.

The original clones fell into panic and took half a minute to recover.

Rebellion?

Massacre?

Seriously hurt the Emperor?

This news about the original body caused these clones to feel extremely frightened.

"You said that I rebelled and killed mortals for fun?" Perturabo stood up and stared at Qin Mo angrily, "I hate many brothers, but I will not degenerate to the point of fighting with my brothers! I have prejudices against mortals. , but I won’t kill them for fun!”

"I'm talking about your true body." Qin Mo shook his head.

"I feel that there is no difference in thinking between me and my original body. If my original body is so inferior, then I should also..." Halfway through his words, Perturabo realized that he was demonstrating that his clone was as inferior as his original body. Then there was silence.

"I'm speaking in general terms. Although it is true that many of you have rebelled, it is not that you are so inferior and disgusting."

"The reason why most fallen primitives fall is not because they want to, but because they have to. No matter what the reason is, they have to."

Qin Mo briefly talked about the reasons for the rebellion without going into details, because if these clones could accept that they were cloned and could continue to serve humans, they would know everything in the future.

"So..." Lion began, "Guilliman did not rebel?"

"No, he even took up the responsibility of the original body again after sleeping for ten thousand years and dealt with a lot of mess." Qin Mo shook his head.

"What level of mess?" Guilliman asked.

Qin Mo looked at the ceiling, thought for a while, and finally decided to say: "It's not a big mess. It's just that humans no longer believe in the truth of the empire, and the emperor is worshiped as a god..."

"Kill me." Guilliman looked at Qin Mo's hand, "Kill me with your hand that can release lightning."

"The situation is not that serious. After all, Ryan is back to help you now." Qin Mo persuaded.

Guilliman looked at Ryan, and then looked back: "Does Fabius have a suicide procedure or something?"

"In short, this is the situation." Qin Mo spread his hands, "I am not forcing you to live or die. You can make your own decision. If you really decide to die, I will help you in the fastest and most honorable way. you."

"What's the point of our lives? Apart from the disgusting body?" Ryan asked.

"After all, you are the original body. With superhuman brains and superhuman thinking, you will always be useful." Qin Mo said.

Ryan nodded, obviously wanting to stay alive.

Guilliman didn't really seek death.

Just when everyone thought that everyone could survive and continue to do something for mankind, Perturabo suddenly pulled out a short knife and put it on Magnus' neck.

"Tell me how many rebel primarchs there are and who they are." Perturabo's voice was extremely cold and cruel. "I will kill them and then commit suicide."

Magnus didn't react when the knife was held to his neck. He was still in a daze.

Angron stood up and walked towards Perturabo with a calm expression: "Take me one."

As a clone of the rebel body, Mortalion suddenly pulled out the scythe from his back and roared at the clone brothers: "Didn't you hear what this guy said? It was the body that rebelled, not the clones like us!"

"What's the difference between the clone and the original body?! They have the same personality!" Perturabo roared as he dragged Magnus towards the jar containing Horus and the others. "The clone is also guilty! He is also guilty!"

Guilliman looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo helplessly spread his hands: "It's true that they have the same personality, there's nothing wrong with them."

Perturabo was mentally ill, and to be honest, Qin Mo was not surprised that he could do such a thing.

What really surprised him was that Fabius didn't add any personal goods to his cloned original body. These guys competed with each other for their loyalty.

"If you have the chance, I really want you to go to your descendants and confess to them the eleven-day killing order you made." Qin Mo raised his hand.

The next second, Perturabo was startled to realize that he suddenly appeared in a sealed jar. He slapped the glass and shouted, but no one paid attention to him.

"What shall we do next?" Guilliman asked.

"Awaken the remaining clones, and then I will repeat to them what I told you. Finally, after I kill all the sources of pollution in the gene pool called new humans, we can leave."

Qin Mo turned around and walked towards the door.

"Don't you make some extra plans? Maybe things won't go that smoothly."

"No matter how bad things go, how bad can it be?"