Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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A few days later.

A transport plane flies from Terran orbit to the surface.

The Primarchs were wearing armor and sitting in a row.

Opposite are the emperor and Qin Mo.

The atmosphere in the Emperor's presence was always so solemn that the Primarchs could not pass the last part of their longed-for journey home without laughter.

The Emperor was wondering why the Primarchs didn't seem to want to return to Terra at all. He had previously acquiesced to the Primarchs' return to Terra, but now he said nothing.

There was silence in the cabin.

Qin Mo could never stand a lot of people crowded together but no one spoke, so he took the initiative to speak: "We did not go directly to your cradle world in the dimensional space because Ms. Aisha must use spiritual energy to maintain her existence now. She's in the Himalayas now."

"Is there nothing that can be done about the lady's soul disease?" Magnus asked.

"Your father and I have tried every means." Qin Mo shook his head.

The Primarchs bowed their heads after hearing this.

None of them felt anything wrong with Ms. Elsa when she took care of them.

Even if she was transformed into a cyborg.

Only Ferus would ask Elsa what technology was used to transform half of her body.

After they grew up a little and learned about the world outside the dimensional space, the originals were confused when they saw Elsa - why did Ms. Elsa's transformation look so obvious?

Technologies such as prosthetic implants have been so perfected that if a person who has undergone transformation does not tell himself, it is impossible for others to see what transformation has been carried out.

However, Elsa's half of her body has always been very obvious.

Fulgrim and Ferus once wanted to make Elsa's half of the mechanical body more beautiful. Elsa also asked Ferus to study the transformation she received. Then Ferus discovered that this very obvious body It integrates a huge number of functions, and the existence and position of even one atom is extremely important and strict.

Even applying a layer of beautification to that body may affect many effects, let alone directly beautify the structure.

"The psychic weapon affecting Elsa has a very simple name, called the Curse." The Emperor said, "In the twenty-fifth millennium of mankind, it was born in the hands of a mad scientist who likes to transform humans into horrific abominations. , Unless you have a powerful soul like ours, or you don’t have a soul, you will definitely die if you are affected.”

"That's right." Qin Mo nodded, "Ms. Aisha's half of her body was not modified because her original body was damaged. Instead, half of her body had to be removed and modified so that she could maintain her existence for a while longer."

There was another moment of silence.

Until Magnus spoke: "I know some forbidden arts about souls... Maybe I can help Ms. Elsa..."

When Magnus said these words, all the original bodies suddenly became energetic, first staring at Magnus, and then looking at the flames and thunder.

"Your father knows ten thousand times more forbidden knowledge than you do." Qin Mo stared at Magnus very seriously, "But he won't use it because he knows the possible consequences."

Magnus was silent for a few seconds, looking down at the cabin floor.

He actually knew what the consequences might be, but he felt that it was more important for Ms. Aisha's life to be preserved.

The transport plane landed slowly on the tarmac of the Himalayan fortress.

The hatch opened and the Primarchs immediately left the cabin.

The Emperor also slowly walked out of the cabin, glanced at the backs of the departing primitives, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

When Qin Mo walked out of the cabin, he saw Sanguinius suddenly breaking away from his brothers and quickly chasing after the Emperor.

"Father..." Sanguinius hesitated for a moment, then called softly.

The Emperor stopped and turned to look at Sanguinius.

When his eyes swept across Sanguinius's wings, Sanguinius subconsciously folded his wings hard.

"Can you come with us to see Lady Elsa?" Sanguinius asked hesitantly, "Perhaps... if you can devote some energy to see her yourself, you can find a way to keep her alive."

Hearing this request, the Emperor pondered expressionlessly.

He had visited Aisha a long time ago, and he took great credit for Aisha's survival to this day.

But there's really no way.

The emperor thought to himself that I was a pure human being who was born in Asia Minor in a very ancient era and was raised by my biological father. I am not a god. How could I forcibly shelter a cursed soul?

Unless it was just to keep Elsa alive, turn her into a demon host or use the forbidden knowledge of corruption and rebirth to keep her alive, but for Elsa, it would be better to just die.

Besides...

The Emperor glanced at the departing Primarchs and felt that his presence would spoil the atmosphere. Although he wanted to join the Primarchs in bidding farewell to Elsa, the lady who took care of the Primarchs on his behalf, he decided not to do so.

Thinking of this, under Sanguinius' expectant gaze, the Emperor turned around expressionlessly.

The expectation in Sanguinius's eyes turned into disappointment, and then anger: "Lord of Thunder! Emperor! If I can learn from Lady Elsa how to love and get along with mortals, then I can learn from you. Those who arrive can only be cold-blooded!”

The Emperor stopped again and turned around expressionlessly.

When their eyes met, Sanguinius took a few steps back in fear.

The emperor turned around indifferently: "You can also learn better things from me, such as a sense of responsibility."

Sanguinius stood there in a daze, looking at the Emperor's back.

"He is even worse at expressing himself than Perturabo." Qin Mo stepped forward, grabbed Sanguinius' arm, and took him away.

...

The Lord of Flame and the Primarchs came to the Himalayas, not the cradle world they were so familiar with.

The Primarchs held their breath and walked carefully towards the largest building in the Himalayas, and then entered Lady Aisha's room under the guidance of the Imperial Guards.

When Curze silently pushed open the door, he and his brothers were stunned.

Lady Aisha was lying on the bed, and many things that looked like cables were hanging from the ceiling, connecting to Aisha's body on a large scale.

The golden psychic energy was flowing into Aisha's body along those cable-like structures, providing "fuel" for her soul that was like a dying candle.

Aisha closed her eyes tightly, and squeezed her hands out from those dense cables.

She looked like she was buried by those cables flashing with golden light.

Magnus used psychic energy to check, breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded to his brothers.

Qin Mo stood behind the Primarchs and looked at Aisha, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they encountered the Nightbringers, the Primarchs still quickly resolved the war and returned to Terra in time.

When Qin Mo saw the psychic energy flowing in the cables, he thought that the Emperor also made a lot of efforts, although he did not visit the fosterer of his sons after returning to Terra.

In silence, Horus walked forward and gently grasped one of Aisha's fingers.

Aisha's body was still normal. She felt the touch and woke up from an endless long dream. She opened her eyes and looked at Horus, and then looked at the Primarchs: "Finally, I have made it to this time."

Horus gently grasped Aisha's hand and lowered his head.