Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Turn back time.

Lightning, thunder, and storm.

The entire Mars is watered by rain that is impossible to appear on this planet.

Those who came to the shield of Olympus to wait for the miracle revealed many years ago stood in the rain.

The machinery across Mars began to roar.

The machines that were not started were started.

The damaged machinery was functioning again.

From huge array-type devices to the tiniest data tablets made of human hands, any artifact that can display or express is reciting the wonderful music of binary.

After this series of miracles happened, people saw a golden spaceship slowly landing under the Olympus Shield.

Time was flown back to this moment by Qin Mo, and at this moment it was no longer just the emperor who walked out of the spaceship.

"prophet!"

"That's the prophet!"

A priest who studied the history of the Mechanicus saw two people coming out of the spaceship, and then he pointed at the tall and handsome man among them and shouted.

After going back in time and starting over, the Emperor changed his appearance again. He dressed up as the prophet in the history of the Mechanicus who claimed that miracles would happen in the future.

"That's the Warlord of Terra!"

When the Emperor lifted his crimson hood, someone else recognized him.

People who had been active in intelligence reconnaissance activities on Terra discovered that these two guys were leaders of the rising warlord alliance on Terra.

Despicable warlord.

The priests present were disappointed.

This is also because the Emperor did not exert a strong spiritual influence on the people present and let them see his golden and divine appearance as he did before turning back time this time.

Otherwise, these people will still bow their heads as before.

The Emperor was silent.

Qin Mo was also silent.

The two people said nothing and allowed everyone present to whisper to each other, commenting on them and making judgments about them.

"011001..."

The beautiful sound of binary suddenly appeared in the auditory organs of the priests, and the inferior hearing implants used by those lower than the priests also received this sacred music.

In silence, Qin Mo raised his hand.

Every part on the golden spaceship was disassembled, and they were strangely suspended in mid-air, arranged neatly.

Then some of these parts moved, and they gradually came together to form what looked like an engine.

At this time, time stands still.

"On the spaceship, you said you would declare yourself the Messiah of Ohm." Qin Mo looked at the emperor, "Then who should I play?"

"Whatever, let them guess." The emperor said indifferently, "Anyway, the belief of the Mechanicum does not exist... There is no God of All Machines or Ohm Messiah, or anyone can be the All-powerful God. The God of Machines and the Messiah of Ohm.”

"..." Qin Mo thought that if time had not stopped at this time, the priests would probably choose to use all their war machines to bomb him and the Emperor when they heard the emperor's words.

"The key is that we gain the trust of the Martians," the Emperor said. "Then we can take back Mars, and then with the trust and prestige we have, we can change the Adeptus Mechanicus so that they no longer need to do it now. Have dangerous beliefs and do no more dangerous things, like the Terravat.”

The Emperor spoke of the Terran version of the Adeptus Mechanicus - the Terravat.

Nowadays, the traditions and beliefs of the Terravat people have been impacted. They have been scattered and disintegrated. Only a small number of people are still adhering to the traditional beliefs, while most of them have turned into enlightened scientific researchers.

Qin Mo can also understand the emperor's thoughts.

To be honest, falling from the sky and killing the enemy with lightning to turn the tide of the battle is what Qin Mo likes to do. He enjoys this behavior.

But pretending to be gods and ghosts... Qin Mo always felt that it was not appropriate and felt sorry for these Martians on Mars who really believed in the Mechanicus.

After working together for so long, the emperor also knew what Qin Mo was thinking now.

So the emperor directly said: "We have to pretend to be gods now, although this is inappropriate. But the Mechanicum itself was established because of a religious lie, and we have to use a lie to dispel this lie. Sometimes telling the truth cannot make Things are getting better, but they are getting worse.”

"Just think of it as making up for my lies and helping me."

"I owe you a favor, and precisely because I owe you a favor, I won't beat around the bush as I promised before."

After listening to what the Emperor said, Qin Mo nodded, and then began to figure out how long he and the Emperor would have to keep pretending before the Mechanicum was transformed like the Terravat people.

"If you tell them the truth, the Martians will hate me and they will choose to go to war with us." The Emperor continued to explain, "They will not choose to abandon the faith of the Mechanicus if they know the truth. The priests will use massacre and By anchoring our authority with more stringent rule, we will indirectly lead to the death of countless people.”

"And if we deceive them with white lies, we will have the time and authority to reverse the beliefs of the Mechanicus. We can gradually marginalize them. We can gradually disintegrate the authority of the priests like slicing sausages until the Mechanicus Teach this name to become a historical term for Mars in a certain period of history!”

"This behavior seems unnecessary to Malcador. He thinks it is too troublesome, but I insist that the Martians must be given a choice and a chance to be changed."

"Because I owe it to the Martians... If we have a way to peacefully change the huge and powerful religious entity of the Mechanicus, why don't we?"

After listening to the words again, Qin Mo nodded.

Qin Mo doesn't like lies because sometimes lies lead to misunderstandings, and misunderstandings lead to disastrous consequences.

But at certain times, honesty will only bring war and irreversible crises. At this time, if you insist on pursuing honesty that will bring terrible consequences, then this kind of honesty is just self-satisfaction on the moral level.

Sometimes you have to make a choice.

Time resumes its flow.

The engine formed by the disintegrated parts of the spacecraft attracted everyone's attention.

Qin Mo injected power into it, and the engine roared and started to work.

In that engine, the reality rules related to power were distorted.

This engine became something that could not exist-a perpetual motion machine.

"As I preached to your ancestors long ago! The existence you believe in has descended on the sacred Mars!"

The emperor spoke.

The voice was flat, but it echoed in everyone's ears and in everyone's brain like thunder.

"What is that?" A priest stepped forward and asked the Emperor, staring at the roaring golden engine. "Prophet, what is that?"

The Emperor's thunderous answer shook the priest's hearing device.

"Primal power."