Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1177 Precognition
"Will the Emperor be considered the All-Messiah, or the Messiah of Om, or simply the Messenger of the All-Messiah in Revelation?"

Qin Mo observed the kneeling Martians.

Almost everyone who came to Mount Olympus knelt, but in the distance, some people who were watching using special means did not kneel, and they even looked disdainful.

Of course, even in places farther away, some workers or priests would kneel when they saw the reports from Mount Olympus, but of course there were also some who would not kneel.

"Humans are complex and multi-variable functions." Malcador shook his head slightly. "Some people think that the Emperor is the Messiah of Om, some think that he is the messenger of the God of All Machines, and some even think that he is the incarnation of the God of All Machines. But at the same time, there are also people who think that he is just a liar from Terra, and there are even more people who think that the prophet and the revelation that came to Mars that year were all false lies."

"Yeah." Qin Mo felt that it was true.

While the two were talking, the Emperor put on an expression as cold as a steel machine and walked towards the crowd.

The Martians rose and made way for the Emperor.

Without anyone to show him the way, the Emperor was able to easily find the most important city on Mars, and even the Mechanicus Council in the city.

This further convinced those priests who firmly believed that the Emperor was the Man of Revelation that this man was here to guide Mars and was chosen by the God of All Things.

But after walking a few steps, the emperor suddenly stopped.

A premonition was born in the Emperor's mind.

A series of confusing images emerged in my mind.

The Emperor toured this series of images and ever-changing scenes from a suspended perspective, his view sometimes zooming in and sometimes zooming out.

However, even though this series of predictive images seemed to have no logical connection and did not contain any information to solve the puzzle, the Emperor was able to read some information from them based on his experience.

After interpreting the information, the Emperor looked at the priest beside him who wanted to ask him why he stopped.

Before the problem could arise, the Emperor reversed time.

Everything goes back to the moment when the Emperor appeared.

Time is anchored and stagnant at this point again.

Everything on Mars was still, except for the two people with strong psychic powers and those who were not affected by psychic powers.

"Why are you back again?" Qin Mo looked at the emperor who was teleported over, wondering what he was going to do.

"I just foresaw a brief future." The Emperor said, "Kelborhal, he will lead the anti-revelation faction to question my identity and ability. This would not have much impact, but because we want Mars to completely surrender rather than cooperate, the dissatisfied people will join Hal's side, and his power will grow, which will cause us to waste more time on Mars before we can retake Mars."

"Let's have a miracle, or use some force." Qin Mo suggested, "When you pretended to be the carpenter's son, you must have used force a lot to silence those who questioned your identity."

"It's hard to deal with the aftermath of killing a high-ranking priest like Hal, a member of the parliament. Besides, how can a prophet or saint kill people instead of convincing them with reason?" The emperor frowned. "It's like when I chose to be crucified instead of killing the Roman emperor."

"Then you will wait to be nailed into the mechanical gears, and then wait for a while before being resurrected. Just like before." "That will take thousands of years. I told you, it will be a waste of time."

"Wait... no... are you really planning to be nailed to something and hung up for public display, and then do the same trick again?"

"..."

The emperor ended his conversation with Qin Mo with silence.

Malcador, who was silent on the side, pondered for two seconds in this static time node, and then made a suggestion: "Perhaps we don't have to use religion to retake Mars."

"Why not use religious means to deal with these Mechanicus lunatics? Should we teach them the Imperial Truth and the idea of ​​materialism?" The Emperor had never thought that Malcador's ideas were as bad as they were now.

"For example, by force," Malcador repeated. "Conquer Mars, and then purge the Adeptus Mechanicus."

"Oh my God! I told you this isn't possible, because we will waste a lot of time and resources on a civil war!" The Emperor was a little anxious.

Malcador still believed that armed invasion was the best idea: "The Unification War is not over yet and the Primarch has already begun to lead his troops into battle. We have plenty of time."

The emperor calmed down and returned to his usual seriousness: "We must give them a chance to make a choice."

All three were silent.

Makado looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo had a noncommittal expression on his face.

Malcador then proposed to the Emperor: "Then let's perform a grand miracle, such as activating the machine spirits of the entire Mars and performing a production miracle."

"For some reason, those machine souls have become silent. I can't sense their existence." The Emperor shook his head, then nodded, "But your suggestion is very good. If we can create a miracle with great momentum, and now that I can't sense the existence of the machine souls, then it will be feasible."

"Then...then...wait a minute." Qin Mo was about to propose an idea when he suddenly realized something. "You are waiting for me here? You want me to show up with you? If you want to say so, just say it directly. Why are you beating around the bush for so long?"

The Emperor looked up. "If you will come with me... The Lord of Fire has a good idea. What do you think, Malcador?"

Makado had a complicated expression.

"Promise me that you won't beat around the bush next time." Qin Mo looked into the Emperor's eyes, "Otherwise I will leave Terra immediately with my hyperdrive."

"I promise." The Emperor nodded and raised his hand to swear, "I promise that as long as you work with me to deal with the Mechanicus, I will never beat around the bush again and will speak my mind directly."

"I also swear that if you don't change your ways next time, I will really leave Terra." Qin Mo turned and walked towards the foot of Mount Olympus.

(End of this chapter)