Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 986 Tyrant
Melanthem Alliance.

In this vast lair of one of the most powerful forces in the Terran Wastes, priests wearing blue and white religious garb hold daggers and butcher sacrifices to the gods before towering statues of gods in the shadows.

The sacrifices were trembling. They were restrained in front of the priests, unable to resist, and because their vocal organs had been completely removed, they could not even howl in fear.

While the priests were performing this killing ritual, all the rulers of the Melanthene Alliance stood not far away, watching and waiting.

There was a dead silence in the temple, and no one dared to speak to ruin the atmosphere while this sacred ceremony was going on.

Until a burst of very heavy footsteps entered the temple, followed by an angry roar that broke the solemn atmosphere in the temple.

"The sacrifices you slaughtered are many times more than usual. In return, what kind of revelations did the gods give you!"

This roar that shook the brass ornaments throughout the temple attracted everyone's attention.

The priests stopped what they were doing, and the top leaders of the alliance turned around.

Then, these people gave way in unison, almost subconsciously and instinctively.

This is the ruler of the Melanthene Alliance, a tyrant above everyone else.

"What revelations have the gods given you?"

Then the tyrant threw the body aside while everyone couldn't bear to look at it, and spread his hands with a grin: "Obviously, the gods did not talk to these sacrifices, otherwise I can tell what they heard."

When the tyrant came before the priests, and while the priests hesitated, angry shouts of questioning resounded throughout the temple again.

Where the strong man passed by, everyone lowered their heads and saluted. No one dared to look directly into his eyes, and no one dared to utter even a syllable when the person he was asking was not himself.

Until the previous ruler of the alliance died suddenly, this unknown man was appointed as his successor. When the priests asked the name of the new ruler and reported it to the gods, the priests only heard the word "tyrant".

"No response, my majesty." A priestess stood up and looked at the tyrant flatteringly. "As always, from three years ago to now, the gods have not given us any will or revelation for a long time."

Much larger than normal humans, the people wearing heavy armor were surrounded by the alliance's most proud force, the genetically modified warriors. The group of people walked toward the statues and priests in the shadows aggressively.

"Maybe the gods are not talking to you, but to these sacrifices." The tyrant pushed the priestess away, walked into the pool of blood, grabbed a leg, and with a little force, he dragged a sacrifice up from the pool of blood. He said to He bit down hard on the Achilles tendon of his leg.

Wu Ming still does not have a name in the true sense, and is still called by a word, but his status is different from before.

The ruler has no name. He was once just an unknown person next to the previous ruler of the Melanthene Alliance. People often used the word nameless to call him around.

A large number of memories were "conducted" from the tyrant's tongue to his brain. This man, who was himself a member of the genetically modified warriors, absorbed the memories through predation.

No one dared to answer the question, and the atmosphere in the temple became suffocating.

The tyrant's eyes swept over everyone present, like a hungry wolf looking at food. Finally, his eyes fell on the reformed warriors he had brought, and he announced his orders one after another.

"Since the gods don't give us revelations, then we have to find ways to protect ourselves." "I have lobbied some tribes and warlords around us and invited them to participate in the defense or attack against the powerful enemies in the Himalayas. We will There will be a lot of force at your disposal."

Upon hearing this, the priests began to exchange glances.

Cooperating with the unbelievers around the Melanthen Alliance is not in line with the teachings of the gods.

But no one spoke, everyone still listened to the tyrant's orders.

"We will build twenty-one lines of defense with no loopholes to exploit. A line of defense composed of us Melancencens and the lackeys of the tribal warriors and warlords I lobbied to join will surround us all."

"And those killer weapons are all deployed on all defense lines."

After saying that, the tyrant moved his eyes up to the ceiling of the temple, thinking about whether there were any gaps that needed to be checked and filled.

After thinking about it, he felt that there was no such thing. The twenty-one lines of defense were strong enough. As long as the enemies from the Himalayas could be delayed by these twenty-one lines of defense for a period of time, other warlords on Terra could see how strong they were. And intervene, then it will be the stage to switch from defense to offense.

As for whether it can be delayed... hundreds of thousands of elite mortal troops, plus mobilized civilians, about 100,000 genetically modified warriors who can march at high speed, plus those messy steel security and leveling One city's artillery is enough.

"If all the troops are deployed to the defense line and we are attacked here... it will not be good." A person suggested in a low voice.

As the last syllable of the sentence fell, the head of the person who had spoken out suddenly exploded.

The tyrant, who was not even noticed by everyone, pulled out the arm from the deceased's chest, tore off the nerves wrapped around the arm, and said to everyone: "You can't speak without my permission to express your opinion, but Now that I’ve thought about it, you can express your opinion.”

There was silence in the temple.

"Since no one is talking, I will assume that you have no objections and this session is over." The tyrant looked at a family leader and said, "Put Divine Punishment on the thirteenth line of defense."

Divine Punishment is an extremely terrifying weapon. It draws energy from the subspace and unknowingly separates the souls of tens of thousands of people from the real universe.

There is a risk of such a weapon falling into the enemy's hands if taken to the battlefield, but no one dares to object to this situation.

The tyrant's order was naturally not thwarted.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the temple was too solemn, the tyrant comforted everyone: "Don't worry too much. As far as I know, the group in the Himalayas only took the two ant concentration camps of Dragon Kingdoms and Eagle Kingdoms into their pockets. They haven't developed for a long time, so naturally they won't be particularly powerful. But I have always been cautious, so I formulated such a strategy."

As soon as the words fell, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

But this kind of heart-to-heart reaction is also fake.

The intelligence personnel sent to the Himalayas have never returned, and any infiltration cannot penetrate deep into the territory of the former Eagle Kingdom and Dragon Kingdom, let alone penetrate deep into the Himalayas.

Now that the gods are silent and not revealing anything, it’s really hard to say what the situation will be like.

(End of this chapter)