Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"We have another fortress gone."

"I saw the fortress being entered by five super soldiers, and then I could only see various beams of light coming out of the wall."

Stinger took off the six-eyed gem from his forehead and said dejectedly.

He had already seen the situation on the battlefield through the six-eyed gem. The fortress was besieged by five warriors wearing power armor, and then it fell as expected.

This is the situation on the entire battlefield.

If he hadn't heard the vibrations coming from below, Stinger wouldn't even have known that a battle had begun, and his men didn't report anything about the battle at all.

"Are they advancing fast?" the servant asked cautiously.

"Very soon." Stinger nodded, "Regular troops and super soldiers fight together. Conventional troops will deal with unimportant positions, while super soldiers will deal with important positions. Their advancement speed is simply amazing."

After discovering warriors on the battlefield wearing power armor more powerful than ordinary infantry, the Stinger gave them the simple and understandable name of Super Soldiers.

"..." The servants were silent after hearing this.

As an old servant who has served Stinger for a long time, he knows that what Stinger is most afraid of is an enemy that does not pay attention to any surprise tactics or strategic bets, but only knows how to defeat all methods with one force.

Conventional troops teleport and assault, super soldiers serve as the main force to attack difficult positions, and then the entire front advances at an extremely fast speed... These tactics and strategies cannot be said to be excellent at all, because this kind of tactics is like pulling the trigger when you get a gun. , these tactics will be used as long as there are corresponding conditions.

"I'm more worried about what happened to my chain of command." Stinger frowned and looked at the golden floor tiles. After pondering for a moment, he spoke again, "I think there is a 90% chance that those bastards deliberately plotted against me and did not disclose the battle situation. Report it.”

The corner of the servant's mouth twitched when he heard this: "The Bishop of Wisdom sect can have nothing but conspiracies and tricks, but that also depends on when. In this situation, it is unlikely."

Stinger listened silently, his breathing getting heavier.

He obviously couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. Even if he liked conspiracy and fun, there was no conspiracy and fun to find now.

"Sir..." The servant knelt down respectfully, "Maybe we should be more optimistic."

"Fuck you." The stinger slapped the servant's old face.

He knew that he was not an optimistic person. He did not think that the war in the Upper Nest would last long. He believed that the enemy might occupy the Upper Nest in less than three days and then break into the tower.

Stinger felt a headache when he thought about this. He didn't know what method the enemy would use to attack the top of the tower.

Should we investigate first or teleport first?

The buildings at the top of the tower are not densely packed, and it is more likely that they were teleported directly...

Stinger thought carefully in his head, but even if he racked his brains, he couldn't imagine that the hive tower has not been attacked so far. Is it because the enemy doesn't want to do it, because they can't do it, or because there are already a small number of vanguard troops. Infiltrated into the tower?

The more I thought about it, the more doubtful and frightened I became.

The Stinger is excited and happy when his enemies are confused, but not happy when he himself is confused.

"How is the plan prepared?" Stinger suddenly asked.

"That's almost it." The servant replied, "As before, we tricked everyone who came to the top of the tower, let them enter a cage that looked like a transport plane, and then burned them to death with the blue flames of the Lord of Wisdom... Quantity …It’s enough.”

"Put all the troops into the upper nest." Stinger stood up impatiently and gave the order, and walked outside.

But the servant hesitated.

Realizing that the servant had not followed, Stinger turned around and glared angrily, asking in a cold voice: "What are you hesitating about?"

"The ritual knowledge I found is too ancient, and some parts are not perfect. In addition, the person who performs the ritual even needs to sacrifice his soul...I..." The servant hesitated for a long time before saying the next words, "Can you give me Give me some time to find someone who can preside over the ceremony and think of ways to perfect the entire ceremony?"

After hearing this request, Stinger immediately took out his laser pistol and pointed it at the servant, giving him two choices in an extremely cold voice: "Perform the ceremony, or die."

"You might as well kill me!" The servant trembled all over, as if he was afraid of something very terrifying. "If I preside over the ceremony and sacrifice my soul, then I may face more than just death."

"I can make you suffer more than death." Stinger said extremely harshly.

The servants were trembling with fear and were forced to follow the stingers and move on.

…

In the garden of the Governor's Manor, mountains of blue ashes pile up, and tiny blue creatures float in the air.

The atmosphere in the entire garden was not right. The flowers and plants made of metal and plastic were blooming strangely, but their shapes became even more strange and indescribable.

Stinger came to the mountain of ashes in the center of the garden, while his servants cowered aside, not even daring to look directly at Stinger.

"Is this the ritual I have been preparing for half my life, the ritual to ascend to become a demigod?" Stinger became more and more fierce, "If it weren't for the fact that only You could recite those spells, and if it weren't for the fact that you can still speak without vocal cords, it proves that you are special. If it weren’t for...if you couldn’t help me complete the ritual, I would have killed you long ago!”

"Yes...yes...master..." The servant could only be forced to admit.

When he heard this admission, Stinger groaned in comfort, feeling happy and satisfied.

Stinger has waited too long.

The so-called plan is actually to conduct the ascension ceremony.

Sting recalled the night David was killed and asked him to stay and fight in Tyrone Hive. I remembered that I was asking for manpower in the name of fighting, but I was actually collecting "materials" for the ceremony, and the people on the nest were the materials.

He also recalled the ritual process he and his servants had developed, which was a process in which people thought they could be saved by entering the transport machine, and then found that the transport machine was turned into a cage and then burned alive.

Recall that he and his minions worked on a psionic spell that would make the cage appear to be a transport to others.

I have waited too long for this day.

"Preside over the ceremony." Stinger ordered the servant.

"Master...please allow me to find another suitable person...I..."

The laser pistol punched a hole at the minion's feet, knocking back the rest of his words.

"Do you think I really can't make your life worse than death?" Stinger threatened fiercely.

The helpless servant could only take out the scepter from behind and wave it, chanting ancient spells that Stinger could not understand.

The stinger suddenly trembled.

He felt that something was staring at him, and he immediately felt that his spiritual energy was becoming more powerful and stable, and his brain was even filled with knowledge that he had never learned before.

This feeling was extremely enjoyable for Stinger, and it was exactly what he was pursuing at all costs.

It was in the midst of this wonderful feeling of being about to be completely satisfied that Stinger suddenly found himself getting taller and taller.

At first Stinger thought this was normal, until he saw a serious mutation in his body.

A bloody mouth full of fangs sprouted from his thigh, his fingers turned into countless fleshy tentacles, his arms became longer and softer, and even horns began to grow on them.

"No...no! No--" Stinger screamed in horror, his voice getting heavier and heavier, his lips becoming thicker, and limbs and teeth began to grow in his mouth.

Stinger looked at the servant angrily. At this time, he couldn't see the frightened and fearful expression on the servant's face, and could only see a smile.

A sarcastic smile.

A satisfied smile.

The fear of hosting the ceremony had completely disappeared from his face just now, and he was now very comfortable, as if he was happy to host the ceremony.

Stinger wanted to ask the servant what was going on, but when he opened his mouth he could only make an unexplained scream.

In the end, the stinger became larger and larger, and its shape became more and more indescribable. He didn't know what the mutation was in his body until he completely lost himself.

But the servant knew that his master had now turned into a chaos egg.

"A person who pursues power and knowledge, thinks he is the chosen one, thinks he can always play with others... because he is too thirsty for power and knowledge, he willingly falls into a conspiracy." The servant uses psychic powers. He tried his best to control the chaos eggs in front of him, and he was very excited, "Nothing can please the Lord of Wisdom more than this."

The Chaos Egg named Stinger roared angrily and struggled. It wanted to crush everything it saw, but it just couldn't do so.

"Don't worry." The servant raised his head and looked at the sky, "The real big plan will not officially begin until I send you to Tailong 2."

I stayed up late yesterday and wrote five chapters. I still asked for a day off today, but I haven’t finished anything yet.