Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 213 Time and Memory

"how come?"

"how can that be?"

Qin Mo pointed to the Blackstone Fortress that gradually entered the crack on the holographic image. This Blackstone Fortress rushed towards the crack at the speed of a frigate just now.

Is this reasonable?This is not reasonable.

Everyone present except Thrall was also very surprised. The speed of the Blackstone Fortress they just entered was not so fast.

Thrall's eyes fell on the rift in the galaxy. After the Blackstone Fortress was either destroyed or left, the rift had shrunk to only two kilometers in diameter.

"Sea of ​​Soul." Thrall didn't know why Blackstone Fortress ran so fast, but he knew the answer must have something to do with subspace.

"We should have teleported there just now," Gray said.

"Can you prevent it from entering the crack immediately after you teleport it up?" Qin Mo turned to look at Gray, "You will be taken into the subspace, I would rather you do nothing than let you enter the subspace."

After finishing speaking, Qin Mo glanced at Foros.

More than 100 Astartes wearing Terminator entered the subspace, even if only one-fifth of them were corrupted, it would be regarded as adding bricks to the forces of chaos.

"In any case, we have won this battle." Qin Mo no longer was obsessed with the fleeing Blackstone Fortress, his eyes shifted from the crack to Cadia.

It took less than an hour from the arrival of the celestial body engine to the galaxy, the teleportation of all members of the Tyrone fleet, to the destruction of a Blackstone Fortress and the severe damage to the Chaos fleet.

Abaddon is unlikely to give up just like that. The black expedition he initiated will most likely not end, but Cadia is indeed safe.

As long as Cadia will not fall into the crisis of being destroyed, the next battle will be much easier.

"Contact me Klein." Qin Mo ordered into the air.

This order was issued to the stone man.

A screen popped up in front of Qin Mo, and Klein's face soon appeared on the screen.

At this moment, Klein was staying at the command post of the Miracle Bastion, and Creed was beside him.

"Thai……"

Klein was pushed aside by Creed just as he was about to salute.

"What's going on in the galaxy?" Creed was smoking a cigar calmly, and his eyes were a little surprised when he saw Qin Mo's living metal face in the video, but he asked something more important, "Just now the communication The array is jammed and I can't reach you."

"The enemy has been repelled, and the entire galaxy is temporarily safe." Qin Mo said.

Hearing this, Creed breathed a sigh of relief.

Creed, who was on the ground just now, could only see the sky of the planet being illuminated red from time to time, and even the brilliance of the Eye of Terror was blocked.

Every soldier in every trench on the planet is looking up at the sky, wondering whether the next planet-destroying attack will hit Cadia or the drop pod will fall first.Don't worry about it now.

Creed was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Thank you."

"The war is not over yet, so don't be in a hurry to thank me." Qin Mo said.

"I know." Creed nodded, "but this war is not yours. The Tyron star region is thousands of light-years away from the Cadian Gate. You responded to my call for help and participated in a battle across thousands of light-years. A war that I didn't have to participate in...thank you."

Qin Mo thought for a while, and felt that what Creed said was wrong.

If it wasn't for causing the butterfly effect to change the course of the war, then the Chaos Fleet would not have wizards to help them open their eyes of fear, and they would not be able to rush to Cadia now, at least they would have to wait for the Imperial Army and Navy to gather before going to war. .

Qin Mo thought that he had to bear a small part of the responsibility for the raid.

Qin Mo didn't inform Creed of these thoughts, but only asked: "Do you still remember my agreement in the hive capital? You help me reorganize the army, and I will help you if you encounter trouble in the future."

"Hiss..." Creed took a sip of his cigar, moved his eyes upwards, and recalled that time, "Throne, I was still young at that time, and I was still a Cadian assault army white shield, and it passed by in the blink of an eye. Such a long time……"

"Isn't this the Legion Chief of the First Army of the Tyrone Planetary Defense Force? Long time no see." Kyle suddenly squeezed into the video and greeted warmly.

Qin Mo still remembered that Creed had a subordinate when he strayed to the Tyron galaxy, and that subordinate was much older than him, and that subordinate was Kyle.

Qin Mo was stunned when he heard what they said.

The head of the First Army... How long has it been since someone called himself that?

Qin Mo is only now aware of the passage of time, and he realizes that he has not aged, whether it is mentality or flesh and blood.

The person who spends the most time with him is either the other star god or the imperial guard.

It has been a long time since Foros was scooped up from the barren planet by Klein, but the Astartes will not grow old, and Qin Mo will not feel that time flies when he sees them.

"Can you lend me a regiment of army."

"The next battle may not be in the mainland of Cadia. We may have to fight in nearby galaxies. I am only good at commanding the army."

Creed's voice brought Qin Mo back from his contemplation to reality.

"You can command all Tai Long's army." Qin Mo said.

"Really?" Creed couldn't believe it. A smile appeared on his expressionless face, "That's really great."

"Yes, that's great." Qin Mo nodded.He had long intended for Creed to command Tyrone's army, and it wasn't a gift.

When Creed commanded the army, every order he gave would be recorded and then learned by a stone man, who would become the stone man version of Creed.

"Come to Myrak Bastion," Creed said. "You must be in Cadia for a while."

Qin Mo nodded in agreement.

……

at the same time.

in subspace.

The dilapidated Spirit of Vengeance has been completely out of service, and the collateral damage has not ended until now. There will be explosions on the hull from time to time, and personnel can only be transferred from other cruisers to deal with the collateral damage.

Abaddon and his lieutenants were on the bridge, as were Typhus and the improvised leader of the Red Corsair fleet.

While the others were discussing strategies enthusiastically, Abaddon sat on the throne and stared at the ground, a little confused.

Abaddon was remembering.

He remembered that he seemed to have an adjutant, a very powerful adjutant. This adjutant seemed to be arranged by himself to perform a certain task, and he has not returned until now. He does not know where the adjutant went. ...

Abaddon couldn't remember who this lieutenant was, and he tried to find the past of this lieutenant in his memory, but he couldn't find anything. He only had the empty concept of "I seem to have a very good lieutenant" in his head, without any concrete explanation. Memory, I can't even remember the name of this adjutant.

"Have all the adjutants arrived?" Abaddon suddenly interrupted everyone's discussion and asked the adjutants present.

"Every one of your adjutants is on the bridge, and none are absent," replied one adjutant.

"Ah..." Abaddon nodded in a trance, "I must have misremembered."

(End of this chapter)