Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Before you are subspace creatures that have grown stronger due to the continuous arms race in the real universe."

“Can’t we create some unique possibilities together?”

When Vashtor said this, half of its body had been chopped into pieces by the chain sword, and its upper body fell to the ground, but it seemed unaffected at all, as if it was having a tea party.

Qin Mo, who was about to insert the old woman's sword into Vashtor's head, paused.

He couldn't help but recall his past journey into subspace.

The ability that Vashtor spoke of to materialize things in the subspace...

Qin Mo thought of the demons he had killed.

It stands to reason that when demons are in the subspace, not only are their powers at their peak, but they should not be bound by physical bodies, but every time I kill them, I feel like the knife is piercing my flesh.

How could the realm of the Chaos Gods have a stable form, but I went deep into the core of the Nurgle Demon Realm twice, and all I saw was the same scene.

A visit to this place can even be carved into the palace of Slaanesh.

"We can work together instead of fighting to the death in this place."

The palm of Vashtor's arm that fell to the ground gradually spread out and was lifted up.

"We can create a war machine with both spiritual and material qualities. Together, we can enter the abode of God. With the discord engine we have created, we can break through even the realm of reality shaped by the Black Stone."

"Imagine that the powerful war machines we jointly create will completely destroy the human empire, free the human species from its hellish situation, and slaughter all the abominable Mechanicus to develop powerful technology. The same immortal eternal empire and powerful army in space.”

"As long as you agree, the iron ring of the Iron Warriors will be shattered, and you can close the Eye of Terror without any hindrance."

Hearing what Vashtor said, Qin Mo looked at Vashtor's severed hand that fell on the ground.

Guilliman has already picked up the Emperor's Sword, preparing to completely put an end to this thing that doesn't know whether it is a Vashtor clone or a puppet.

"Then we help you become the god of vicious arts? Isn't this your purpose?" Qin Mo looked down at Vashtor, "If you were promoted to a god, you would be more terrifying than the four gods, because without technology, no species can develop. Low productivity will prevent sentient beings from even getting out of the population trap."

Vashtor was silent for two seconds and responded: "Okay then. We will fight a cruel and simple war under the influence of the Blood God. You will bleed and sacrifice, and tens of billions of mortals will die. In the war, I have nothing to lose."

The Emperor's Sword pierced Vashtor's head.

Later, Qin Mo and Guilliman discovered that the so-called Vashtor was just a demon puppet bound in a container.

The jagged web of tunnels still hasn't been closed.

A deafening roar came from the webway, and then the body of a Warmaster-class Titan stepped out of the webway.

Qin Mo even recognized this Titan as the Warmaster-level Titan of the Flame Skull Legion. It was once supposed to be destroyed in the Battle of Cadia, but now it still exists.

Machinery and flesh make up the body of this Titan, and the twisted mechanical structure fills the holes in the Titan. In the cockpit, the crew members are in the eternal hell of the cockpit, suffering while controlling the Titan.

More and more Titans poured out of the webway like water, and Qin Mo couldn't even check the number of Titans.

Behind the Titans are countless knights. The formations of the knight mechas of the fallen knight families are mixed with countless huge knights shaped by the Black Mechanic Cult, guarding the Titans.

After that, there were countless Daemon Engines and Chaos Space Marines from various warbands who were brought in by Vashtor through unknown means.

Facing so many enemies, even Guilliman could not help but feel as small as an ant.

Enemies continued to pour out of the network in the distance, but there was nothing behind them.

The ground was shaking and the roar was deafening.

"I suddenly have the feeling of facing my fallen brother with you on Onila." Guilliman waved the Emperor's Sword and got into a fighting stance. His resolute eyes under the Fate Armor helmet stared at the countless wars ahead. machine.

"If we were fighting on a planet in the Five Hundred Worlds instead of in the Eye of Fear, I would wake up laughing in my dreams at night." Qin Mo clenched the chainsword and the old woman's sword.

The two did not rush towards the countless war machines and Chaos traitors spreading across the horizon, because they were not alone.

A white spiritual light fell from the sky, and the large spiritual bone portal with physiological characteristics of the Eldar descended behind the two of them.

The Titan driven by Thrall slowly walked out of the portal, surrounded by the Savage Eldar, the Death Army, and the Dark Death branch warriors loyal to the Phoenix Lord in the Arkworld of Otansa.

A black stone penetrated the unbreakable defense barrier and fell on the surface. The realm of reality destroyed by the bomb unfolded again. All the knight families and Titan legions in the expedition fleet were teleported to the battlefield one after another. Those recruited by Caul, and The Agrippina World Skitarii, who took the initiative to join the expedition, also arrived shortly afterwards.

A large number of generals and artillery of hundreds of aircrafts began to establish positions further behind the Titan Legion and the Knight Family.

Even some weapons that even Guilliman had never seen before, and gadgets that the Adeptus Mechanicus had suppressed at the bottom of the box, were deployed.

Space Marines, New Thunder Warriors, Mortal Corps, Tyron Army, these ground troops were also teleported over on a large scale.

The strength of the expedition fleet was almost overwhelming.

The guards who were shaped by Qin Mo himself were teleported directly behind him, without saying a word, just waiting for the order from Lord Tailong.

"Anyway, part of what Vashtor just said is right." Qin Mo whispered, "The form of war is definitely influenced by the Blood God. I guess that guy is sitting on the brass throne watching this... war."

"There is no other way. We have to stop fighting." Guilliman shrugged.

Qin Mo nodded, looked up at the sky, and then looked at the jagged entrance to the network in front of him.

"That webway must lead to where Vashtor is. I need to get in at all costs." Qin Mo said, "Find a way to create conditions for me, Warmaster."

These words reached Ryan's ears on the bridge from the communication channel.

Ryan thought of this before Qin Mo, and he had already begun to make such calculations.

But the largest wars fought on impregnable lines weren't the only ones he had to deal with.

Reports from the Inquisitors suggest that Ahriman and a Son of Horus had been sighted elsewhere in the Unbreakable Line, elsewhere in the jagged webs of the web.