Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 572 Promise
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The bridge of the Glorious Humanity.

Qin Mo was sitting on the throne, with imperial guards and iron commanders standing beside him.

Like Guilliman, Qin Mo also has things that need to be arranged, but he can think about his own affairs first since the people haven't arrived yet.

Qin Mo's thoughts drifted back to the battle with Mortarion.

What Mortarion and Guilliman noticed was correct. Qin Mo was distracted during the battle.

The reason why he was distracted came from his battle with 77 big demons and demon princes on the Russian satellite.

Qin Mo recalled the battle that he solved easily but made him think about it to this day.

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The great demon Nurgle and the demon princes surrounded Qin Mo. Their attacks did not distinguish between friend and foe, because they came with the determination to die.

Although those attacks with all their strength penetrated the power armor every time, they were unable to hurt Qin Mo's body, nor could they suppress Qin Mo.

When Qin Mo raised his hand to release flames to repel the demons, a living missile fell from the sky.

The demons were knocked away.

In the smoke, a group of guys who looked like alloy skeletons appeared.

The commander of these alloy skeletons is a tall skeleton about five meters tall and extremely strong.

At first, Qin Mo thought they were servants of Vashtor, but after careful observation, he found that these guys did not have any mixture of biological tissue and steel on their bodies, which was different from those demon fortresses.

Clearly not a servant of Vashtor.

Those alloy skeletons launched an attack on the demons.

With them in check, Qin Mo could kill every Nurgle lackey present faster.

After all 77 demons were eliminated, the alloy skeletons immediately evacuated.

Qin Mo followed closely and finally caught up with the leader of the alloy skeletons, the five-meter-tall guy with a living missile launcher in his arms.

"Are you Piccolo?"

Qin Mo glanced up and down at the skeleton's appearance, and finally his eyes fell on the living missile launcher.

Like their ammunition, the weapons were living creatures, but instead of being a mixture of flesh and blood and steel, they were metal creations with electronic eyes and sound generators.

Qin Mo recalled the demon who had led him into the realm of Slaanesh, into the palace of Slaanesh, and finally died in the hands of Fulgrim.

The devil's weapons are living creatures.

"You are Piccolo, right?" Qin Mo was very happy, "You did not die in Slaanesh's palace! You are still alive! But how did you become like this..."

The alloy skull looked at Qin Mo, and a voice came from the skull made of alloy and amplified several times: "Your joy at this time makes me feel honored. It is my honor to be remembered by you, just like I can serve you. ."

"How did you become like this?" Qin Mo asked again, "You said you feel honored? You are a devil..."

"I am a subspace creature."

Piccolo said.

"Yes, we all are!"

cried the missile launcher in its arms.

Qin Mo was speechless for a moment, he was confused.

“You are the Father of our Father.”

Piccolo said again.

When Qin Mo wanted to ask further, Piccolo's alloy skeleton body began to tremble, and eventually what seemed to be possessing it disappeared.

The alloy skeleton turned into something without self-awareness like a machine made by humans, and collapsed to the ground.

The living missile launcher lost its electronic eye and sounder and became an ordinary missile launcher.

..."They are coming."

The gentle reminder from the guard brought Qin Mo back to reality from his memories.

The Lord of Tyrone adjusted his collar, then held his head high and his posture became very serious.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

The gate opens.

Two hundred Space Marines, led by the Sons of Antaeus, entered the bridge.

They took off their helmets, came to the command throne, and knelt down on one knee.

There is no need for the Astartes to kneel down, just like any of Qin Mo's subordinates. They only need to come over and nod as a salute.

But all the Astartes here have had one experience - being found by the ships of the Inquisition, and then departing on the ships of the Tyron Navy in the Inquisitor's incompetent rage.

The Astartes believe that they owe their patrons the highest degree of respect.

"Just as the Star Zone promised, you will get what you deserve." Qin Mo's voice echoed in the vast bridge.

The Astartes except Zabriel and other fallen angels were full of expectations.

Zabriel doesn't know where his destination is yet. He hopes to return to the Dark Angels after the original body redresses their grievances. The Sector also guarantees that they will not be forced to stay. They can leave at any time, and even Leave wearing a terminator.

"Son of Antaeus." Qin Mo looked at the largest space warrior.

Chapter Master Saran looked up.

"You will get a home world. You can choose one among the uncolonized planets in the star sector. You should consider the geographical location first. As for the planet type... we can help you transform it later."

"Praise to Tai Lung Three Hundred Worlds!"

Saran thanked her loudly.

Subsequently, other space warriors like the Sons of Antaeus who were promised a home world were allowed by Qin Mo to choose an uncolonized planet as their home world.

Although these two hundred Space Marines were quite miserable, one like the Burning Falcon was so miserable that only three of them were killed by the Inquisition, which was unique.

"You have independent power in your home world, but this does not mean that the sector does not have supervisory power."

Qin Mo told everyone the rules.

"You can recruit new recruits, and the Tyrones who are willing to join your warband will apply, and then you can perform reconstructive surgery on them."

"But in the recruitment process, you can screen the sources of soldiers, but whether the screened people pass the screening or not, they must be alive."

These rules do not allow these war groups to survive during the recruiting process.

The recruits of the Space Wolves are selected from a large number of people who have bared their teeth with beasts in the ice and snow. Only the surviving ones are qualified to undergo transformation surgery.

Dark Angels do not use anesthesia when performing reconstructive surgery.

The Blood Angels had to cross the Bald Desert and lie in a coffin for a while before they could become recruits.

These links will result in the death of a large number of soldiers, which is the tradition of the old war group.

However, the Sons of Antaeus and other Chapters allowed to gain access to their homeworlds are not allowed to do this, and the Tyrones will help them establish recruits who can screen out recruits who meet their Chapter's standards and traditions.

Just like the Ultramarines, they can survive even if their transformation surgery fails.

Other chapters always suspected that the large number of Ultramarines must be because they had some secrets, but there were no secrets at all, they just didn't do anything in the selection process.

Arrange transformation surgery for a group of strong young men who yearn for justice and long for the Ultramarines, instead of letting them survive naked in the wilderness of ice and snow, or baring their teeth with beasts that are more terrifying than tanks. This is the reason why there are so many of them.

"We accept." Chapter Leader Saran nodded.

Everyone else nodded.

The only exceptions were the Burning Falcons, as they were promised not a homeworld, but help to rebuild the Chapter.

(End of this chapter)