Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

In the midst of the refutation and rebuttal, in addition to the three people present, some more people appeared.

But they were not the enemies in the Demon Realm of Tzeentch as imagined by Qin Mo, but men, women, old, young, women and children who were as emaciated as old trees.

Seeing these mummy-like people, the first thing Qin Mo thought of was the monks who practiced ancient sects on earth that he had seen before. They pursued a higher spiritual state due to shocking penances, and their bodies were like Mummy.

These mummies gathered towards the throne. They were so numerous that they could not be seen at a glance, and they were crowded together.

The adults held the children, and the young people dragged the old people along.

These mummies all had smiles on their faces, and they gathered towards the throne and fell to their knees in crowds.

The focus of all the mummies' eyes was on Qin Mo.

"You have more powerful soul power and more powerful soul characteristics. You only need a small ritual and your will to form unimaginable interference in the Supreme Heaven!"

"Sit up, destroy Vashtor's webway, twist the godhead it covets, and join the great game to compete with the gods!"

"This is the gift from the Lord of Changes!"

Carlos' truth-telling head was still chattering.

Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword, used psychic energy to ignite the blade, and then slashed the corpse of Carlos with his sword.

The psychic carrier dissipated, and Carlos's mumbling disappeared completely.

Guilliman immediately looked at the throne at the top of the Crystal Road and his close friend beside the throne, and subconsciously rushed towards the Crystal Road.

Piccolo was already one step ahead of him.

Thrall was hurriedly asking the prophet's soul, but the prophet's soul did not foresee the specific situation and had no solution. It only gave Thrall the revelation of "according to his will".

As for Qin Mo, he looked at the throne in a daze.

This throne established some kind of spiritual connection with him. This connection is not deep to the soul level, nor is it communication between psychics using spiritual energy, but is similar to the communication of brain waves.

Every step closer to the throne allowed Guilliman to hear threats that shook his soul, but Qin Mo could not hear those psychic threats.

The throne has its own consciousness, and it claimed to Qin Mo that it was built by one of the oldest races, one that was born before the birth of the Ancient Saints and the Necrontyr.

That ancient race established the first empire in the real universe, and this firstness gave it concepts such as authority and dominance.

As for that extremely ancient empire, they are good at brain science, which is why it can communicate with Qin Mo in a way that is neither spiritual nor purely material.

in addition……

It wishes it had a real owner.

"You want me to have you?" Qin Mo reached out and touched the throne, "Why?"

"Because you want it," Throne replied, "I can sense your desire, I can realize it, and you know I can."

Qin Mo instantly felt a large amount of information pouring into his mind, like information implantation.

He knew what he could do with the throne, and the will of the throne itself.

The will of the throne is to obey.

Qin Mo also learned that if he sat on it voluntarily, he would get everything he wanted.

The Tyrone Sector will no longer be a sector. This is natural, because it actually does not obey the orders of the Human Empire. It is still called a sector because it has not yet broken out a species civil war with the Human Empire.

And this new country will reach the pinnacle of prosperity in an instant, and this prosperity will last forever.

The human race, as its people, will always be happy and exist forever, whether before life or after death.

Vash'tor will no longer be a god, for the Lord of the East in the High Heavens will no longer be a malevolent craft, but will be twisted into a new godhead - the Endless Dominion.

Vash'tor would lose the Webway, for the psychic tremors of a successful ascension would be enough to destroy everything the lesser god had worked so far to build.

And he will have unimaginable power after becoming a god. Just like the conceptual storms representing Tzeentch and Nurgle that he saw in the Demon Realm of Nurgle intruding each other, he will also become a new kind of storm, using the subspace. The power to kill the measured God will no longer be an unattainable idea.

All of this is possible not because of the throne, it is just a carrier of will and a tool.

With the endless divine power that Tzeentch provides to this crystal realm and his willingness to intervene, coupled with a tool, the hope will no longer be a wish, but a reality.

It is Qin Mo's wish to eliminate the threat of the four gods and allow mankind to survive and prosper. This is what he has been fighting for so far.

But now his wish is easily accessible, all he needs to do is move his butt.

boom--

A bomb exploded on the throne.

The throne was not damaged in any way, and Qin Mo looked back at Guilliman who fired the bomb.

"Don't..." Guilliman had already vaguely felt the purpose of the throne. When the ether torrent summoned by various ritual nodes surrounded the surroundings, he felt as if he knew everything.

So he persuaded.

Qin Mo turned around and looked at Guilliman. Without saying a word, he slowly leaned back and sat on the throne.

Guilliman felt like a basin of cold water was poured over him from head to toe, and his whole body was chilled.

After the sadness that penetrates deep into the soul and bone marrow, comes the rage.

Guilliman roared, raising the Emperor's Sword and rushing towards Qin Mo.

But the power released by the throne, which was different from spiritual and physical energy, held Guilliman in place.

Piccolo and the others were also affected, and Thrall's Titans knelt on the ground due to the pressure.

"No... no..." Guilliman and Qin Mo looked at each other, and saw the coldness and majesty in his eyes, "You said before that we were like brothers in trouble who were punished to clean the toilet together, we agreed We wanted to work together to bring prosperity to mankind and accomplish what even my father could not accomplish, but you succumbed to the power of destruction and the shortest way to achieve your goal!"

Qin Mo was expressionless and silent. He leaned on the throne and lowered his eyes, thinking.

Guilliman vaguely saw a figure in his laziness and cold attitude. It was the cold-blooded face that his father would show in front of everyone ten thousand years ago, like the embodiment of the word tyrant.

"Kill him." Guilliman suddenly heard his father's voice.

While being oppressed by forces other than physical and psychic, Guilliman felt his father, King Konnor, appear beside him and hold his sword-holding hand.

In a daze, the figure of King Kangnuo turned into the emperor again.

"Kill him."

Actively or passively, Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword and threw it with a roar.

The Emperor's Sword flew towards the throne instead of Qin Mo himself, but halfway, as Qin Mo raised his finger and said: "Stop", the Emperor's Sword fell to the ground.

"Roboute Guilliman."

Qin Mo spoke.

"you……"

His voice created wind pressure all around.

It seems that every word contains terrifying power.

"Roboute, you're going to be taller than Ryan."

It seems that the words follow the law,

Guilliman's body suddenly became stronger and taller, surpassing Llane El'Jonson.

He raised his head blankly and saw a sudden smile on Qin Mo's face.

"Now you will no longer be a head shorter than Ryan."