Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1015 Fanatics

With Guilliman finalizing the Empire's future response to the Necrons, and with the emergence of Vic, who had become Forge-General, the final word, the High Lords were finally unable to indirectly oppose the Primarch's orders in any way.

The projections of all the high ministers dissipated with Guilliman's impatient wave, and the entire conference room fell into a quiet atmosphere again.

Guilliman slowly exhaled a breath, and his body that was sitting upright also slumped down.

Vic saw the original body covering his face helplessly with two big hands, and his white hair was shaking with his heavy breathing.

This is a sign of lack of tenacity that the Primarch should not show to outsiders. As the Regent of the Empire, Guilliman must always maintain a stronger and more powerful side than other Primarchs in front of outsiders, but now he looks very Painful and uncomfortable, like a frustrated middle-aged man.

Vic did not believe that this was a true manifestation of the Primarch, seeing Guilliman's weakness in spite of his presence as nothing more than a means of domination.

"You can return to Terra now." Guilliman lowered his hands from his face.

Vic made a gear salute and turned to leave.

At this time, Guilliman suddenly stopped him: "Wait, I have a question I want to ask you."

Vic stopped, and his two cold electronic eyes turned 180 degrees with his head to look at the original body.

"You... no, do most of the Adeptus Mechanicus you represent believe that the real Messiah of Ohm is the Lord of Tyron?" Guilliman looked at the corner of the empty conference room and asked in a calm tone. .

Vic was surprised by such a straightforward question. He had already expected that Guilliman might ask relevant questions, but he never dreamed that such a straightforward question would come out, as straightforward as the Lord of Tyrone. .

"Without a doubt." Vic nodded, "As you may have guessed, yes."

Guilliman made no reaction, for he had already assumed that by asking the question he was not really seeking an answer that he knew.

Vic knew this, so he continued: "Do you know Vashtor?"

"I know." Guilliman nodded, "I once entered Vashtor's lair with your Om Messiah, and I also knew that it was completely dead."

"Vashtor is a lesser god of the Warp, nourished from what I understand by the ongoing arms race and weapons massacre from the War in Heaven to the present."

Vic kept talking as if telling a story.

"Half of the Adeptus Mechanicus split off during the catastrophe ten thousand years ago. They are followers of Vashtor. No matter what they believe in, their unbridled use of dark technology and unbridled research are undoubtedly the cause of Vashtor. Shtor provides faith.”

"And the same is true for the Adeptus Mechanicus. Compared with the traitors ten thousand years ago, the interior of the Adeptus Mechanicus is not extremely clean now. Some people speculate who the Ohm Messiah is, some think it is the Emperor, and some privately think No, some people think it may be the Dragon of Mars sealed in the Labyrinth of Mars.”

"This kind of incoordination in beliefs will cause spiritual power to be supplied to different objects. If it is the emperor, that is fine, but if it is supplied to Vashtor, it will not be good."

Hearing Vic say this, it was hard for Guilliman not to agree.

He has a very good relationship with Caul, the great sage, and is very familiar with the internal problems of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Since the other head of the Empire's double-headed eagle is relatively independent and possesses advanced technology, people on the Empire's side can hardly imagine how many dark and taboo things there are within the Adeptus Mechanicus.

There will surely be faith that falls upon someone who can respond to them, such as a lesser god in the warp.

"So you think it would be a good way to solve the problem if the faith of the Adeptus Mechanicus was concentrated on a person who would not be distorted by faith, right?" Guilliman said.

Vic nodded: "Obviously."

Guilliman thought for a moment, then nodded.

Vic performed the gear salute again.

Guilliman suddenly spoke again: "Who you believe in is a matter within your Mechanicus. You are the Foundry General. Logically speaking, I cannot directly order you to tell the Mechanicus what to do, but I must remind you that the Mechanicus must It’s a good direction to develop, and don’t have a situation where the casting general is just replaced by another person.”

Hearing this, Vic felt puzzled. He had not yet figured out what Guilliman meant by developing in a good direction.

Clear goals and clear execution are the habits of the Adeptus Mechanicus. They like to be logical and not abstract.

Guilliman continued to explain: "Do you know what I hate most about you? What I hate most is that you make the people in the world you manage live in hell. You have seen everything about Tyron, and you should be aware of this problem. , and then find ways to improve it.”

"From a management perspective, this is obviously impossible." Vic said something like rejection without hesitation.

As Guilliman clenched his fists, Vic spoke the rest: "But this is possible if I turn this administrative problem into a religious one."

Under the gaze of the original body, Vic slowly said what he had planned for a long time: "If I asked a manager of the Forge World to improve the environment, he would refuse without hesitation, because he thinks it is a resource. Wasteful. But if I say that the emphasis on the living environment of workers in the Om Messianic Kingdom is a gift and a mercy, and is a proof that God loves believers and not just machines, then he will feel that improving the environment is a very necessary religion Faith investment.”

"There is a way." A smile finally appeared on Guilliman's face. "The Lord of Tyrone chose you. He chose you a long time ago. It was very wise. Because you know the Adeptus Mechanicus too well."

After speaking, Guilliman looked at Vic, and after a few seconds of silence, he stretched out his hand and pointed at him: "You can choose five bodyguards from among my champions. They will protect you to prevent you from being assassinated by opponents within the Adeptus Mechanicus."

"How can a person chosen by God be assassinated?" Vic stretched out all his arms. "Once I went to persuade a forging world to join me, the local sage sent an assassin. The assassin came when I was giving a religious sermon. , I ordered all the guards around me to retreat and let the assassins kill me."

"Then what?" Guilliman became serious. He felt that one of Vic's shortcomings was that he was too fanatical.

"The assassin used multiple tubes of hot melt to shoot holes in my body. At that time, my head was as rotten as a honeycomb. Then I stood there, and I returned to my original state between two breaths of the oxygen supply system." Wei. There was no trace of Ke’s body that had been bombarded by hot melt. “Then I forgave the lost lamb who assassinated me in front of everyone in the name of Ohm Messiah. After that, the entire forging world became my most fanatical followers.”

After hearing Vic's story, Guilliman laughed and said, "You religious lunatics are really good at pretending to be gods and ghosts."

Vic was not dissatisfied with this sentence at all. In his view, the original body was a person outside the Mechanicus Order. It was essentially the same as the State Religion. In fact, it was incompatible with the Order.

The newly Forged General had no more words to communicate with his Primarch and left the meeting room with his military commander.

(End of this chapter)