Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"I am the inquisitor operating in New Badab!"

"There are jagged portals there like in several other places in the empire. I now know that they are the Webway!"

"When we came in, we, like you, found that there were no enemies here, until we later discovered that this was a trap!"

The Inquisitor roared with bloodshot eyes.

Qin Mo and Guilliman looked at each other, both of them feeling strange.

After entering the webway, I found that there were no enemies here, which was not surprising. It's not surprising to find that people who entered the webway from other parts of the empire died here.

Not everyone has come to the Eye of Terror for the first time. Qin Mo's expectations of what might happen here have been reduced to the point where even if he saw the Emperor and Horus fighting each other here, he would only say "Awesome". .

But now seeing the attitude of the judge, the two of them felt strange.

"How could you tell us something we had discovered long ago as a shocking secret?" Guilliman turned around, "You think we look like we don't know this is a trap? The Inquisition conducted this without permission. The investigation activities are a sign of falling into a trap, and you were all led here to be killed."

Guilliman had a more long-term guess about the Inquisition and the bodies of the Astartes. He believed that the Inquisition and the Dark Angels might have been misled and then entered the Webway to die.

Because there is no need for Vash'tor to open a Webway portal outside the Eye of Terror, and there is no explanation of Vashtor's invasion operations elsewhere, this means that after the Webway portal is opened, it is just left there to wait. Let others go in to investigate, what else could it be if it wasn't bait.

"No... no..." The Inquisitor eagerly crawled to Guilliman's legs and hugged his legs tightly, "We are not prey, we are just materials!"

Hearing this, Guilliman thought for a moment, and finally squatted down and looked at the inquisitor: "Tell me everything you saw and heard."

The Inquisitor spoke a lot in a crazy jumble of words.

He seemed frightened by something, and there were many ambiguities in what he said.

After Qin Mo listened patiently, he concluded in his mind.

The Inquisitor's team is not the only investigation team sent by the Inquisition. There are also many Inquisitors and their followers investigating the jagged portals that appear out of thin air, which are the entrances and exits of the webway opened by the Discord Engine.

The Inquisitor who lives in front of him has seen many teams like them in the webway, but they seem to be lost in the past and future.

Those teams were scattered in various places in the maze-like network, walking in circles as if they were encountering a ghost beating a wall, but they had a pattern.

"Nine people! Eighteen people! Twenty-seven people!" The judge frantically carved numbers on the ground. "I can't communicate with the teams I saw who were trapped in place, but I can observe them. Every time I Whenever I see a new group of trapped people, I find that their number is nine more than the previous group I saw!”

"What about your team? At least you are not trapped here." Guilliman asked.

Hearing this question, the judge showed a hint of joy on his face, but this joy soon disappeared.

Finally, he looked around with bloodshot eyes, looking from the nearby corpses to the distant corpses, and replied: "Including you...the investigation team I am in...is nine more than the last team I saw. …”

Guilliman looked back at Qin Mo: "This kind of thing sounds like a vicious witchcraft ritual that is a signature of the power of chaos."

Qin Mo nodded: "Ritual, another ritual. Vashtor, a demigod whose power is technology, actually tinkers with such a thing."

"Take this!" The Inquisitor handed a talisman-like thing to Guilliman's hand.

Guilliman lowered his head and looked at the amulet in his hand. It was stamped with the mark of purity and contained a golden finger bone that looked like that of a living saint.

"this……"

The moment Guilliman raised his head, blood splattered on his helmet.

The inquisitor, who was trying to survive, had the barrel of the bolter between his teeth, his hand weakly resting on the trigger. He was already dead.

It only took Guilliman to lower his head and raise his head again. The Inquisitor turned the bolter upside down on the ground, bit the barrel and pulled the trigger, blowing off his own head with lightning speed.

Qin Mo and Guilliman were stunned.

Piccolo's face was expressionless.

Thrall asked through the Titan's sounder: "Does he want to live or die?!"

Guilliman remained silent and stood up, clutching the amulet tightly.

"He is not mentally normal." Qin Mo looked up at Titan's head. "This guy was driven crazy by the influence of subspace. Even if he stabbed Roboute, I wouldn't think it was out of the ordinary."

"..." Roboute Guilliman stood up, feeling heavy and silent.

Qin Mo was prepared for anything to happen here, but he didn't feel anything. He was still walking in Vashtor, a quiet but extremely terrifying webway in the mouth of the Inquisitor, with ease and normalcy.

After advancing for a while, Qin Mo looked at Piccolo beside him: "Where did you come from? For the sake of the fact that we have to go through life and death together, you have to answer me honestly."

"There is no doubt about it, nothing to hide." Piccolo responded coldly, "I was born from the subspace entity you created, the entity that produced devil's food for you."

"When you said I was your father's father, I guessed it." Qin Mo nodded.

Piccolo paused and continued: "The emotions of people in the sector towards all technological creations including logistics machinery have shaped me, just like the subspace entity you and another person built using the psychic matrix were born. Existing in the past and future, I am the same, so I can find a way to be your guide when you first enter the subspace."

"I had to deceive you at that time. I was not some undivided chaos demon. I was specially waiting at the entrance to the Demon Realm of Slaanesh."

"I died when I was fighting against Fulgrim in the palace with you, but a subspace creature cannot kill another subspace creature, so I just disappeared from your sight just to find an excuse."

After listening to Piccolo's words, Qin Mo recalled what happened when he first entered subspace.

He felt strange at the time that Piccolo seemed to be waiting for him, but too many things happened later and his hatred for Slaanesh was too deep, so he did not have the mood or energy to investigate this guy.

Qin Mo turned to look at the living rocket launcher in Piccolo's arms.

The ghost's eyes were like radar, scanning the surrounding environment as if on alert.

When he noticed Qin Mo's gaze, the living rocket launcher's eyes stopped moving and looked at Qin Mo with two flying eyes.

"It seems that this bastard is as alive as the living weapon you were holding in your arms." Qin Mo said.