Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Guilliman watched the exchange of words in silence, tears streaming from under his heavy helmet.

There is the joy of surviving a catastrophic life, there is sighing, and there is also rejoicing...

When the Emperor's Sword was thrown, aiming not at Qin Mo himself but at the throne, Guilliman had an expectation that his best friend would not fall or succumb to the power of destruction.

Now that seems to be the case.

Qin Mo had already looked away, and he no longer struggled with whether he could build an eternal empire.

The moment he sat on the throne, he asked himself why he wanted the business he established to prosper forever?

Because prosperity and strength mean stability, it means that the Tyrone people and even future human beings will no longer return to the era of ignorance and darkness, and will no longer hide in the corner like tortured and hungry cats and feel uncomfortable with everything within sight. Fear and fury.

Eternal prosperity and strength are means, not ends.

And if eternal prosperity and strength cannot be realized, Qin Mo can be calm. What he cares about is human beings themselves and all the similar people he sees or knows.

"..."

Tzeentch also paused for a moment.

A moment later, the laughter formed by the storm shattered the radio receivers of Qin Mo and Guilliman's armors.

It was not a "ha ha ha ha" laugh, but the roar of storms and etheric torrents.

But even Qin Mo, who was unable to perceive spiritual energy because he refused to accept its influence, could understand the smile in the roar.

"What a change! What fun!"

“Praise the changes!”

The hell storm evolved into a ferocious smiling face.

Just like Qin Mo couldn't make Slaanesh feel pain by pinching his neck and slapping him, he couldn't anger Tzeentch with the failure of a plan. Failure itself was a change.

"Whether you believe it or not, this was planned..."

When he heard Tzeentch speak again, Qin Mo interrupted its murmurs with a loud shout.

"Silence!"

The power unleashed by the throne instantly dispelled Tzeentch's projection from the current realm.

The crystal realm began to collapse, and the etheric torrent caught in Piccolo's eyes gradually dissipated. It indeed attracted Tzeentch's power, and the ritual that was considered a successful completion of the mission naturally completely dissipated.

Vash'tor replaced the previous environment with the abominable Webway created by the Discord Engine.

The terrifying pressure has long since dissipated.

Guilliman took off his helmet and looked at Qin Mo, too excited to speak.

"Ha, Vashtor really can't become a god." Qin Mo patted the armrest of the black throne, "Although I almost became the destructive power I hate most, at least there will be no one in the future. Even technological development strengthens its evil god.”

"It deserves it." Guilliman nodded vigorously.

Then, the original body looked at Piccolo.

The moment Qin Mo sat on the throne, Guilliman still felt that something was wrong.

He even thought that this Piccolo was the big demon created by Qin Mo after he became the evil god, but it seems that it is not the case now.

"Why do you have no expression on your demon face?" Guilliman asked.

"What just happened is of no suspense to me." Piccolo spread his hands, "Otherwise I would have seen a God of endless dominion in the subspace."

Guilliman thought you didn't tell me earlier.

"Guys." Thrall, who controlled the Titan, sensed the flow of spiritual energy. "The Lord of Changes just poured in a huge amount of spiritual energy to assist the Lord of Tyrone in ascending to the gods, but now those spiritual energies have disappeared..."

"Psychic energy does not disappear for no reason." Qin Mo looked into the distance, "When I dispelled the evil god's projection, I directed the spiritual energy somewhere in the subspace... Under the throne of the Demon Realm of Khorne, if I want to measure Khorne in the future, I don’t need to fight his demonic army to get to its location.”

Guilliman didn't know the effect of projecting psychic energy under the throne of Khorne as mentioned by Qin Mo, but the worry in his heart dissipated.

Both he and Qin Mo believe that measuring Khorne among the four gods is a difficult task, because the powers of the other three gods are relatively less inclined to fight, and Khorne's demonic army is powerful enough even if nothing else is mentioned. .

At least there's nothing to worry about now.

Fighting against the enemies of the real universe is a difficult and long-term undertaking, and the most important thing right now is Vashtor.

"Please get up, Your Majesty, this throne is probably useless." Guilliman bowed jokingly, "And we still have one matter to deal with."

"No, this throne cannot be abandoned directly, it is useful." Qin Mo lowered his head and looked at the armrest of the throne.

Even excluding the influence of Tzeentch, Qin Mo still felt that this throne and himself were attracted to each other.

The throne is not tainted by Tzeentch, it was not forged by Tzeentch.

In the promotion ceremony just now, Qin Mo could clearly feel that his thoughts were projected far and deeply by the throne.

Although without the help of stronger and more powerful psionics, it is definitely impossible to distort the godhead, but this does not mean that the throne is useless.

"I don't want to walk in the ugly webs Vashtor made anymore."

Qin Mo leaned back on the throne and looked forward.

The environment the four people were in changed, and everything in front of them was constantly stretched and enlarged. They had a feeling that they were not moving but that everything around them was moving.

Finally, when this stretching and amplification stopped, everyone had arrived in the subspace outside the webway.

Standing in the etheric void, Longlin Star is in front of you.

This planet built from the fragments of Caliban is like the heart of a giant, connected to countless blood vessels.

And those blood vessels entrenched in the current corner of the subspace are the network tunnels opened up by the Discord Engine.

"Vash'tor and Tzeentch have joined forces in an attempt to make me the Might of Destruction."

"Since he so wishes, then I will bring destruction to him."

Qin Mo's wishes were sensed by the throne and amplified.

A black flat circle appeared in the subspace, appearing directly near Longlin Star.

The subspace entity that had shaped Piccolo then floated out of the black plane.

It has grown visibly.

The factory that used the ancient saint's portable barracks corrupted by chaos to produce soul crystals was only a small part of that entity, the tip of the iceberg.

He still looks like a factory.

The giant smelting furnace captures the etheric energy in the subspace and produces countless metals on the winding and twisted assembly lines like blood vessels. These metals are processed into iron parts by the processing factory-like buildings, and finally processed. Assemble.

It not only produces iron men like Piccolo, but also weapons and equipment.

The souls of the Tyron Army who had died in countless previous wars, large and small, stood in the clearing of the subspace entity, wearing power armor flowing with lava and lightning.

These revenants are composed of human souls who still have a strong desire to fight for the Lord of Tyron after death, and various living war machines are installed for them.

Warp entities are not the only visitors to Dragonwood.

Within the black flat circle, another thing gradually emerged.

That is obviously different from the subspace entity, and is a purely material product-the Leviathan Iron Mothership.

It was impossible for the coordinates for the Tyron naval battleship or the Iron Man mothership to travel at faster than light speeds in the subspace, but now they got the exact coordinates and sailed directly into the subspace after Qin Mo summoned them.

Even if they are within the subspace, these material iron men are not affected by the subspace and mutate.