Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1164 Curse
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"If you're here to tell me what a jerk that Emperor is, you can leave now."

"Believe it or not, I know what he did better than you do."

Inside the mobile fortress.

Qin Mo, who returned from the laboratory, sat on the sofa in the office.

Olpersson sat on the sofa opposite.

"I feel sick whenever I hear about the most hypocritical, cold-blooded and selfish king in human history." Olperson crossed his legs and touched the Catholic cross on his chest.

"Then what are you doing here?" Qin Mo wondered, "I thought you left Terra and were with Uslan."

"I was involved in the mess of the secret cult and returned to my home planet. Now it is a little peaceful, and I don't plan to leave." Orpesson said, "I served in your army for six months. I fought in the Ulsh annihilation war from beginning to end. Although it is not time for me to retire yet, can I..."

"Yes." Qin Mo nodded. "Your military merits will be converted, and you will obtain a large piece of land and agricultural machinery in the agricultural area, but you cannot choose what to farm. It is still under wartime control, and you can only plant high-value crops that must be grown in soil."

Hearing this quick response, Orperson realized that Qin Mo knew him very well.

Because Qin Mo actually knew what request he would make.

And the Emperor was unlikely to mention his own affairs to him.

After thinking about it, Olperson decided not to think about it anymore.

As an immortal who is older than the Emperor, if he were to ask questions about everything, he would have gone crazy long ago.

"Well... okay." Olpersong nodded, "Then is there anything you need me to do? After all, I'm retiring early."

"No. It's just that the man named Emperor hopes that you can live a normal life. His original words were not like this, but he wanted to express this meaning." Qin Mo shook his head.

After hearing this, Orperson sneered and shook his head: "You don't have to help him ease the relationship between him and me."

Qin Mo shook his head again.

He didn't care about the affairs of the immortals. Orpesson was not a powerful immortal, nor did he claim all the credit, but he warned the cult of the crisis. Although he warned on behalf of Uslan, at least he was there. Orpesson would get what he wanted, and then live a normal life for one thousand years after another.

"Then I'll go." Olperson stood up.

He had just walked out of the room when he suddenly turned back.

"Can you promise that you won't take my land no matter what that guy says?" Olperson asked.

"Of course." Qin Mo nodded and assured, "I know what's going on between you. You don't have to worry about him taking away your land with just one word."

Olpersong nodded, but this time he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he suddenly mentioned the curse: "I stabbed him under the Tower of Babel that year. I have to explain this matter clearly, or, I have to explain the matter about the curse clearly."

Qin Mo motioned for Olperson to sit down and explain in detail.

He was very interested in spells.

As a power system completely different from psychic power, spells have extremely outstanding performance.

The price a mortal has to pay for chanting a spell is damage to his vocal organs, but this price is insignificant compared to the power of the spell.

So what are the results of the curse?

With one spell, Horus was blasted thirty or forty meters away.

"Perhaps in that guy's description, the spell is a safe thing that can be used without any worries, but I know that's not the case."

Olpersong began to describe the spell in detail. "With just a few syllables, it is possible to mobilize destructive power that is even more amazing than the effect of psychic energy. No matter how many years of practice and ability the user has, as long as he can speak it, it will have amazing power."

"Spells are also called forbidden spells, secret words, and promises."

Speaking of this, Olperson saw that Qin Mo was not curious at all, and suddenly realized that he might have learned the spell.

Then the Immortal said, "You seem to know what a curse is. Can you use it? Come on, change one syllable, and don't let the curse blow us all up."

"A forbidden spell or a promise?" Qin Mo asked.

"Forbidden spells, vowels, secret words... they are the same thing," Olpersong said. "You can call them whatever you want."

"Row."

Qin Mo nodded and agreed to say something.

"I may master the spell, but it's unlikely that I master the spell."

After saying that, Qin Mo looked at Orpersong: "The promise you want."

Olpersong first shook his head, trying to indicate that spells or words of promise were not normal words.

Then he suddenly realized something.

After opening his mouth in surprise for a few seconds, Olpersong finally spoke: "You are also an immortal?! When was this meme born? A century after the Battle of Iwo Jima? I can't remember clearly, but I know I have definitely heard of this. On a fitness coach channel I was watching at the time, the fitness coach mentioned a weirdo who would say something in this format."

This time it was Qin Mo who was surprised.

Olpersong didn't dwell on a joke he had heard indirectly. He confirmed from Qin Mo's joking attitude that Qin Mo had indeed learned a spell, maybe one, maybe two...

But it doesn't matter. In Or's opinion, there is no problem for the immortals to master this kind of power. After all, the immortals generally have a special skill, and that special skill is not necessarily worse than the spell.

All he wanted to say was how dangerous curses were if they were known to ordinary people.

"Don't let the curse get out, don't." Olpersong was very serious. "If you find that a mortal has mastered the curse, call me out. I have a way to erase the memory."

"Thank you." Qin Mo nodded. Although he didn't think he needed to rely on other people's memory erasing abilities, "I thought you were a cold person, but you're actually quite warm-hearted."

However, after hearing this, Olpesson shook his head and said, "The enthusiastic old Orr is long gone. If it weren't for the cult's mess, I would be herding sheep in a certain world now. No matter what happens, I won't care. Even if that bastard gets into trouble, I won't even look at him. Now there is only the hermit old Orr, not the enthusiastic old Orr."

Olpersong walked out and stopped at the door. "But you allowed me to retire early, so if I need help, especially about the spell..."

At this point, Ole made a phone call gesture.

Seeing Qin Mo nod, Orperson turned and left.

Looking at the empty door, Qin Mo was thinking.

He originally thought that Orpesson was a cold person, but now it seems that it was just the coldness unique to the immortals.

The immortals will have no common language with their short-lived compatriots, and without a common language they will not be able to show enthusiasm.

However, no matter what kind of person Orperson is, Qin Mo is very sure that he tends not to stay out of major events. Whether he is willing or forced, he will get involved in certain things.

For example, under normal circumstances, during the Horus Heresy that would have occurred thousands of years later, Orpersun would have appeared to dissuade the Emperor.

"The Immortal..."

Qin Mo leaned back on the sofa, thinking about the immortals.

(End of this chapter)