Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1138 The Biggest Regret
"sorry."

Groot suddenly lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

Qin Mo was surprised to find that Groot was actually sobbing, which could be seen from Groot's trembling body.

"I'm really not a qualified candidate for the Royal Guard..."

"I massacred the Lower Nest's gladiators... I could not control my rage..."

"I'm sorry... Commander... I'm sorry..."

"Every time I recall the moment when you gave me the Royal Guard Power Armor... I feel so ashamed that I want to commit suicide..."

Qin Mo's nose suddenly felt sore when he heard Grote's words.

He placed his hand on Grote's shoulder.

The soft words reached Grote's ears.

"You don't need to apologize for this."

"Looking back now, I think I overreacted, because I was concerned about the influence Khorne might have on you, so I asked you to leave the Guard."

"But later during the battle for Tianweiyi, you proved that you would never be corrupted or fallen."

"If I had the ability to predict the fate of each of you... or if the threads of your fate that I have disturbed could be seen, I would never make that decision."

Hearing this, Groot put down his hand and looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo nodded: "From the current perspective, you are one of the most suitable people to be a guard."

Groot took a deep breath and nodded vigorously. He wanted to express something, but he was never good at expressing himself.

The words he just said to Qin Mo were what Groot had been thinking about for his entire life.

"After the battle for Tianwei I ended, I sent you a letter asking you to undergo the Royal Guard transformation surgery and become a Royal Guard again, but you refused." Qin Mo asked what he had always been curious about, "Why?"

"Gray and the others will be more qualified after undergoing transformation surgery, and I think I will really become an overly efficient killing machine." Grote lowered his head, "This is one of the reasons."

"Second."

"During the Battle of Cadia, the 44th Regiment I led was destroyed by stray bullets from the battle between Titans."

"The boys I trained myself."

Tears welled up in Grote's eyes.

"I know what kind of people their parents are, I know what their goals are, what their personalities are like, who likes to be lazy, who is the most diligent, who is the most depressed, and who is the most optimistic."

"When they left Tyrone, I even met them one by one to find their loved ones who came to the military camp. I persuaded their loved ones to leave without worry because I would definitely bring them back."

"But in the end, they didn't. Their lovers were still fantasizing that their husbands or boyfriends would return in triumph on the battleship Lord of Talon one day, wearing power armor and hugging them amid the flowers and applause of Talon I. They didn't know that by then their husbands or boyfriends had been vaporized by the stray bullets fired by the Titans."

"No matter what, I can't abandon my regiment, because if I decide to leave the Tyrone Army, the 44th Regiment's number will not be retained. Some people in the Army Department previously believed that this number offended the Lord of Tyrone's past and must be renamed..."

Grote is actually a sentimental person.

He would not talk about his painful past with a blank expression as if he was not involved.

After hearing these words, Qin Mo was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "I'm sorry."

Grote clutched his hair and closed his eyes in silence for the boys he had once led.

The child in Qin Mo's arms was playing with the drink bottle in his hand. He had no idea what Groot, the ferocious-looking but gentle grandfather, was talking about with his younger generation.

Only when this child learns about the history of Tyrone in class many years later, he will point to the illustrations on the holographic image and shout, "The Lord of Tyrone held me in his arms, and the first Tyrone Field Marshal lives next door to me" in front of the teacher and classmates who look at him with contempt. But now he doesn't have to think too much, he is still a carefree child.

All he needs is a childhood that can heal him for a lifetime, and a warm and strong embrace.

The past is always heavy.

Groot knew that Qin Mo was willing to come and see him because he had tried his best to squeeze out time from his busy schedule. He didn't want to let his respected legion commander, governor, lord of Tyrone... leave with a heavy heart.

So he tried his best to pretend to be relieved, forced an ugly smile, and talked about other things.

Grote stroked the child's head and said, "I think this child will achieve great things in the future. His parents are both very capable."

"What do you mean?" Qin Mo was very curious about Grote's neighbors.

This residential area is just like the residential areas in various worlds of Tyrone. It is not difficult to live here. All you need is a few months' salary and employment documents for a job nearby.

However, as a residential area near the world office district of the capital of Tyrone, if you want to live here you need to work in the office district, but the parents of this child are most likely just ordinary employees.

"His mother is the orphan of my adjutant when I was the head of the regiment. I asked my sister to raise her and give her the best."

"His father was a captain of the Tailong Navy. He was a man from the collapsed agricultural world of the empire that was just incorporated into Tailong's jurisdiction twenty years ago. He entered the naval school, became a crew member, and then became a captain."

Grote patted the child on the head.

"He has an excellent memory and is very smart. He will go directly to the Naval Academy when he reaches adulthood. This is what Sein downstairs told me. This kid is the last candidate he will select before he retires."

Hearing the name Sein, Qin Mo recalled the ship named Road of Glory, one of the first warships of the Tyrone Navy and the ship that provided the bridge of the Tyrone Navy's flagship, Glory of Humanity.

Sein is the captain of the Path of Glory. He once destroyed the Spirit of Vengeance in a suicide attack during the Battle of Cadia, and was then dragged into the warp.

When he came out again, he was no longer a captain and went to work at the Naval Academy.

"Sain lives downstairs from you?" Qin Mo was surprised.

"Yes." Grote nodded. "If we go to see him together, he will definitely be so excited that he will be sent to the emergency room of Taiwei II by his son."

"Shit, Sein must be too old to move now..." Qin Mo calculated. Sein doesn't have a physique like Groot. After being pulled out of the subspace, he has always been accompanied by illness, and it is an illness that cannot be cured before the research of soul-related technology.

"The old guy lies in bed all day, accompanied by his iron nanny." Grote said with a smile, "He named the iron nanny the logistics officer of the Glory Road. He wears his wrinkled navy uniform all day and issues so-called combat orders that are only for carrying shit, urine and food."

"He calls diaper changing... emergency lance energy chamber replacement."

"When the Iron Man nanny pushed him to the dining table to eat, he would shout: Glory Road will enter the starport immediately for resupply operations."

Qin Mo listened to what Grote said with a smile, and then nodded continuously: "Let's go see him together and have a... a meeting with the senior members of the fleet."

As he spoke, Qin Mo lowered his head and looked at the child in his arms.

At this moment, he suddenly realized why Grote liked this child so much.

People in the past were either getting older or had already gotten older.

This child is more than just a child, he represents the next generation of Tyrone.

He will grow up and he will take on the responsibilities of the previous generation.

New power armors will be assigned to their new owners, and warships will welcome new owners.

The new generation will implement Tyrone's will. They will receive alien diplomats with an attitude of neither servility nor arrogance. After receiving the results of the discussion of the Supreme Council of Tyrone, they will drive warships to exterminate enemies that cannot coexist. They will enter various other positions. They will inherit and protect everything.

In this moment of sudden realization, a part of Qin Mo's worry since the establishment of Tyrone dissipated as his gaze at the child became deeper and deeper.

(End of this chapter)