Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1131 The Abandoned

Molan was beaten into a trance, with blood obscuring her vision.

Before he lost consciousness, he saw himself being dragged toward the ground by his hair by a Terminator.

That's not the Terminator, not the Terminator armor that the Space Marines wear.

It was a new product modified from the power armor worn by engineers in the ship's engine room.

Molan was dragged to the ground and someone injected him with a shot of waking drug, which made him wake up instantly.

After opening her eyes, Molan saw the "Terminator" who was much taller than herself squatting in front of her. The heavy helmet opened layer by layer, revealing a small mortal head.

"You bunch of shits!"

"You're a bunch of forgotten shits!"

The mortal roared and punched Molan in the abdomen. This punch almost caused Molan to be vomited out by the superhuman organs in his body.

"We were supposed to get the hell out of here and leave all that shit behind! Go take a solar month off on the Talon III!"

"Just because you bastards jumped out to disgust people! Just because you made Tyrone's people in the Legal Department pay attention to you! All of our vacations will be postponed until you are completely killed!"

The mortal was very angry, veins bulged on his forehead, and his roar made Molan's ears buzz.

After he finished cursing, the man punched Molan in the abdomen again.

Blood spurted out of her mouth like a fountain, and Molan felt like both of her hearts were in her throat.

But as a Space Marine, Molan can still speak.

"You have also been abandoned, just like us." Mo Lan sneered as he looked around at the brothers who were beaten and lying on the ground. "We have all been abandoned in this hell world. We are all abandoned."

Molan wasn't talking nonsense because she was stunned.

The mortal police officers present also knew where these Space Marine gang members came from.

This world is now a trading world, but in the past, it was a demon world in the Eye of Terror where corruption was not particularly severe.

In the aftermath of the Battle of the Iron Circle, a Chaos Space Marine force fled, and a Slaanesh-worshipping Chaos warband crash-landed on this world.

Afterwards, Blackstone suppressed the influence of the Warp here. In order to show Guilliman that it was really doing something, the Ecclesiarchy sent people to purify this demon world, and then placed a part of the Ecclesiarchy's Crusade Army who participated in the Golden Crusade in this world.

It’s a pity that the state religion has not been able to purify the “rats” in the gutter.

"It's sad, isn't it?" The mortal grabbed Mo Lan's hair and stared into his eyes. "You used to be soldiers, but now you're gang members. You do sneaky things all day long. You even risk your life for a little chemical."

"Correction, Officer." Molan raised a finger and sneered, "We lived like this when we were members of the warband."

"You have lived quite a long time. Everyone in this world has forgotten how fanatically their ancestors believed in the state religion hundreds of years ago, and yet you are still alive." The mortal said with a sneer.

"Of course, we are Space Marines. Shouldn't we live longer than you reptiles?" Molan still looked unconvinced.

Hearing this, the mortal police officer did not beat Molan, but instead glanced at every Space Marine gang member present.

These people are indeed Space Marines, but they fell and betrayed ten thousand years ago.

And the situation of these Space Marines...

Although they are still tall, they are all hunched over, with pale skin, sunken eye sockets, and some are even skinny.

Some Space Marines may have liked to cut off people's faces and stick them on their own faces in the past...but now those who do so will develop sores and fester due to long-term contact of their faces with the festering skin.

Some Space Marines may have hung the cans of combat auxiliary drugs directly on their backs to connect to their internal organs. But now, it seems that only two iron rods embedded in the bones to fix the cans are left on his dry back. The flesh near the iron rods is festering and has been rotting along the place where the tubes were originally inserted to the internal organs.

In short, everything these Space Marines who once believed in Slaanesh have done will now have more...realistic consequences.

The Eye of Terror has been closed for hundreds of years.

These guys can no longer carry medicine jars that are almost heavier and bigger than their upper bodies and jump back and forth at an astonishing speed.

"Let's get out of here." The mortal police officer stood up and signaled for his men to take the chemical barrels off the backs of the Space Marines.

And those Space Marines who were bound were also untied.

Molan looked at the person in front of her in confusion, not understanding what he was going to do.

It was not until the mortals suddenly pointed their guns at Molan and the others that they turned around and ran away in confusion.

"We're just going to let them go?"

someone asked.

"Yes, let them go."

"It would be a waste of time if these bastards followed the procedure to make the penalty..."

"When I injected the sobering potion into that guy named Molan, there was a tracker inside the potion."

"They will go back to their safest place and expose that place and their other accomplices."

"In the end... that bat will use the simplest and most direct method to solve them once and for all."

The mortal police officer took out a portable device that could check the location from his power armor backpack, then threw the device on the ground, waved his hand, and left with his partners.

In the distance, the figure of the "bat" observing everything flashed, and after the mortals left, it came to the device thrown on the ground, put the device away, and disappeared into the darkness again.

……

Molan and his group returned to their nest at the bottom nest.

This was originally a fully automated factory used to produce supplies for the armies passing through this world at the end of the battle during the Golden Crusade, but now it has been abandoned for hundreds of years.

For some reason, there was no light in the entire factory tonight.

This is not normal.

Molan and his group entered the factory carefully and moved deeper into the factory along the familiar passage.

They were in darkness all the way.

It was not until they finally reached the deepest part of the gang's lair that Molan and the others felt relieved, certain that nothing bad had happened here.

Because the former leader of the Sons of Joy war gang and current boss of the Sons of Joy gang was lying under an oil lamp that was emitting faint light.

This person whom Molan respected very much was now skinny and lying in a dirty and smelly nest.

The two black eye sockets originally contained the blessed super visual organs, but now without the supply of spiritual energy, the visual organs had long died, leaving only two holes.

Molan was relieved and sure that everything was fine here, but he suddenly noticed a vague outline in the shadow behind the boss.

That looks like a bat...

(End of this chapter)