Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 982 Important Figures
"Taranis' vital signs have stabilized."

"Wake him up."

Qin Mo took two steps back and looked at the emperor.

As the mimic unanchored Taranis' physical form, its protected soul was awakened from slumber by the Emperor.

Taranis woke up suddenly on the operating table, took a big breath like a suffocated person finally breathing fresh air, and then sat up from the operating table, gasping for breath.

"How do you feel now?" Qin Mo stepped forward and pinched Taranis's eyelids, examining his eyeballs.

"I felt as if I had died once." Taranis recalled the feeling that made him tremble. "I left my body, but when I was about to enter a dark and terrifying world, I was stopped and stood aside to watch. Let you dissect my corpse."

"It's not anatomy, but improvement." Qin Mo lowered Taranis's eyelids, "You have been reborn in nirvana."

Taranis gradually calmed down.

"Done." Qin Mo was very satisfied with Taranis's condition, "I will tell Machado the good news later."

"Go and tell Malcador about this yourself, I won't go." The Emperor took off his gloves and turned to sit at a table in the corner of the laboratory.

The Emperor never spoke to Malcador since he returned to the Himalayas. He was obviously a little dissatisfied with the previous affairs in the Terravat tribe, although Malcador had explained that he really wanted to help the Terravat people. Psychic means were used to test the operation of the production line, but it was unexplainable that he did not show up when Qin Mo pressed him step by step.

Qin Mo was not worried about the Emperor and Malcador breaking up over such a trivial matter. Everyone has emotions, and he feels that within two days, the two of them will be whispering together using their psychic powers again.

Just when the Emperor didn't want to look for Malcador, the door of the laboratory was raised, and Malcador came looking for him with his scepter.

Malcador's eyes fell on the emperor. He was silent, but Qin Mo could guess that he reported something to the emperor using psychic means.

It's not without reason that the two of them like to use psychic means to talk to each other, because it's really convenient.

It took less than half a second for the emperor to finish listening to Malcador's report. Then he immediately stood up, threw his white coat aside, and walked out of the laboratory.

Malcador followed suit.

Qin Mo followed Machado and asked, "What did you say to him?"

"A private matter." Macado did not hide it, "His old friend is here."

"Old friend?" Qin Mo asked, "You said in the mobile fortress, the Orpeson who stabbed the emperor a long time ago?"

"No, it's not." Malcador shook his head, "Although the emperor wrote a long apology letter to Orpeson, the friendship between the two was not restored by the apology letter, so of course Orpeson It’s impossible to come, it’s another old friend of his, Erda.”

When he heard the name Erda, Qin Mo instantly became alert.

He knew who Erda was and what Erda would do in the future.

This person is known as the Mother of the Primarch. After the Primarch's plan is successful in the future, Erda will throw the Primarch across the galaxy in order to prevent the Primarch from becoming a tool of the Emperor.

"The Emperor was not as silent and withdrawn as he is now." Malcador whispered, "According to what I heard from Erda, the Emperor used to be a humorous person, but later he may have been hit and experienced. He has lived through too many tragedies to become what he is now.”

"You will be like him in the future, right? Is this the fate of you immortals or something." Qin Mo's words sounded like a question to Macado's ears, but in fact it was not a question, but a prophecy.

Macado slowed down and thought about the question raised by Qin Mo seriously. Then he nodded: "When the pressure on me becomes more and more, and I see more and more tragedies and betrayals, I may end up with him." Like the Emperor. We can all become like him."

Qin Mo didn't answer and looked back at the Mimic who was silently following him. Mimicry fell into a trance again.

As long as it's not the same as it. Qin Mo looked at the mimicry and thought in his heart.

The group of people came to the central area of ​​​​the laboratory, a huge underground building, where the emperor lived and lived during long-term research.

The immortal named Erda stood here, looking at the picture scroll given to the emperor by Malcador on the wall, with his back to everyone.

At this time, the Emperor's pace slowed down, his face became as expressionless as when facing others, and he coughed slightly.

Erda turned around.

Qin Mo looked at Erda.

This woman was wearing a loose black robe, half of her face was covered by a gauze scarf, only her eyes and tall nose were exposed.

Erda's eyes were not as cold as the emperor's, showing a clear stupidity.

As an immortal, Erda had met and worked with the Emperor in the most ancient times of mankind. She had once been as intolerable to the Emperor as Orpeson was, but she did not leave like Orpeson. The pine has surpassed the emperor like that.

He still had old feelings for Emperor Orpeson, and Erda, who had worked with the Emperor before, naturally would not have a stranger-like relationship with him.

Qin Mo felt that this might be the reason why Erda was not approached by the Emperor after throwing the original body out of Terra.

"伱..." The emperor said with difficulty, "You are back to help me."

He knew that one of the many reasons why Erda couldn't stand him leaving was that he was becoming less and less human, so the Emperor chose to speak rather than greet him psychically first.

But the next second he was pulled into psychic communication by Erda.

Everything around him seemed to have stopped. Two powerful spiritual energies converged at this moment. In the real universe, the two of them could have an extremely long conversation in one second.

In Erda's eyes, a light shining like a star, drawing spiritual energy from the subspace, was right in front of her eyes, extremely hot and terrifying.

In the eyes of the Emperor, Erda's spiritual energy was born from the body, not drawn from the warp.

"Was it a smooth journey for Valdor to bring you here?" the Emperor asked.

Erda did not answer this concern, but responded coldly: "I am here to help you one last time. For the sake of you still being like a human being, I will join your original body plan."

"Yes." The emperor nodded.

Erda was a formidable expert on genetics, but knowledge wasn't the only thing the Emperor wanted from her.

And Erda's unique genome.

Each immortal is unique, and their genes are not the same as those of normal humans.

Erda's unique genome will play a vital role in the Primarch's plan, and both she and her knowledge will be indispensable.

(End of this chapter)