Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"..."

Guilliman froze on the spot.

Qin Mo looked at his best friend with a smile.

He once said to Guilliman that the two of them were like brothers who were punished to clean the toilet together. He did not expect that Guilliman would still remember this sentence.

And he remembered what Guilliman had said.

That is, Guilliman felt that he was a head shorter than Lion because he was not as tall as Lion.

When Qin Mo sat on the throne and realized that his wishes could affect many things, he chose to have a height-increasing operation on his Hao Houmi.

Guilliman, who was stronger than before, was stunned for a long time. His dry lips opened and closed again. He wanted to spit out some words, but he swallowed them back.

He thought Qin Mo had turned into a cold subspace creature, but apparently...he hadn't.

"You just threw the Emperor's Sword, not at me, but at the throne." Qin Mo leaned back and crossed his legs, "As I thought, you are the most humane one among the original bodies. I never regard Lion as a friend, nor do I regard Sanguinius as a friend. You may not believe it, but in my opinion, Sanguinius is a person who is hot on the outside and cold on the inside... In short, we are inseparable brothers, okay friend."

Guilliman said nothing. He was not sure what state Qin Mo was in now.

He understood everything just now, knew the purpose of the throne, and also knew the purpose of the ceremony.

The throne only needs Qin Mo's willingness to interfere in the subspace, and it can achieve all Qin Mo's goals.

Destroy the Discord Engine and Vashtor, and build an empire that will never fade...

If this is his wish, then the Tyrone sector should have changed outside the Eye of Terror. Or maybe, he...

As Guilliman pondered, a storm caught his attention.

He looked sideways.

A storm composed of blue flames gradually formed in the crystal realm, and the storm began to materialize.

Until eventually, it became concrete enough to be verbalized.

"my brother."

"I'm here to welcome you to the great game. Together we will destroy the other three gods and monopolize the eighth trial."

The moment the words rang out, Guilliman felt the fear that penetrated deep into his soul.

Because he intuitively felt and heard that the thing that suddenly appeared was the power projection of Tzeentch, one of the dark gods.

Qin Mo sat half-lying on the throne, staring at the hell storm in front of him with cold eyes.

Like a man sitting on his little wooden chair in the desert, facing the oncoming giant sandstorm.

"Eight levels of trials." Qin Mo knew that the words in Tzeentch's mouth referred to the eight godheads in the subspace.

Sometimes, the term even refers to the Warp itself, among fanatics who believe that their evil god is omnipotent.

Qin Mo could feel the changes in the eighth level trial.

Among them, the godhead Zhengdong, who represents the vicious skills, has been changed and turned into a godhead named Wu Ending Ruler.

It was a complete distortion brought about by the power of one of the Dark Gods, the ancient concept of the Throne, and a determined will.

Endless rule means an authority that will never decay and be questioned and overthrown. As the Throne has said before, this godhead will bring an eternal empire and a happy people.

But just thinking about it, Qin Mo knew the possible consequences of this thing.

The so-called eternal empire is indeed true.

It is not only the ruler who is upgraded, but also his people, because they have entered the subspace and will no longer be bound by the rules of the real universe. Of course, they can be immortal.

But anything will be distorted by Chaos itself.

The so-called immortality and eternal happiness must be terrifying in their true form.

"The prophets of Thrall told me not to enter the webway. They had a bad feeling."

Qin Mo looked at the gathering storm of Tzeentch and spoke slowly.

"I entered this ghost place and experienced some mysteries and rituals. I didn't know what it was for, but later I found out, including the so-called gifts your lackey said."

"This is a conspiracy to lure me into becoming a god."

"If I desire to become a god, then I can destroy Vashtor and its Discord Engine the moment I become a god, but the price is one I am not willing to pay."

Qin Mo looked sideways at the mummies who were kneeling and prostrating under the throne with happy smiles on their faces. Those walking corpses were disgusting in appearance.

"Look at this shit."

"My people's so-called eternal happiness is to become these damn things."

"They are all like mummies, with ugly smiles on their faces. It's like the souls who have taken refuge in Slaanesh can't feel anything else except joy, and they can't feel anything but happiness. To something else, that’s not what I want.”

Hearing this, Hell Storm formed an ugly and angry face.

"You gave up?!" Tzeentch's voice resounded throughout the material world and subspace, "You gave up the gift I gave you! You actually gave up!"

Qin Mo heard that Tzeentch was unable to sense his thoughts and state.

"Yes." He nodded, "What gift is that from you? You crazy maggots in the cesspit almost turned everything I built and my people into an unknown being that is cursed forever. They almost became my eternal guilt and guilt. Not willing to give in!"

Neither Tzeentch nor the Webway could make Qin Mo feel afraid. What he was really afraid of was just now.

He didn't dare to think about what Tai Lung would be like if he had used chaotic means to achieve his desired goal.

The guards, except for Yao En, will become exactly the same as those mummies, except that the shriveled ones may be made of steel and machinery.

An Eye of Terror exploded in the Tyrone star sector.

The beautiful Tyrone Three, and the Tyrone One that he devoted his heart and soul to and regarded as a symbol of glory and people's hearts, they will all enter the subspace in an instant and become dirty and ugly demon worlds, as well as a group of people in the demon world who do nothing but obey. A walking zombie that can't feel anything but orders and happiness.

"Short-sighted! Don't know what's good or bad!"

The hell storm gathered into a storm that hovered over the domain, roaring towards Qin Mo and others.

Qin Mo raised his hand, and the storm formed by Tzeentch's projection stopped roaring.

"The achievements you have established will eventually be forgotten, the country you established will eventually become decayed, and your people will eventually suffer from generations of torture in your decayed country!"

"Because you gave up the gifts from the gods! You gave up the gifts I gave you!"

"In order to find this throne, in order to run this ceremony, I have paid a small price, drawing strength from the competition with the gods to support your arrogant wishes, but you abandoned them like worn shoes!"

The hellstorm continues to roar.

Listening to what Tzeentch said, Qin Mo nodded calmly, thoughtfully.

"I didn't ascend to the gods because at that moment I figured out that an immortal empire without real people and false prosperity and happiness created with the help of the power of destruction is meaningless."

"It is true that my country will decline and my people will eventually face suffering again, in a hundred thousand years, a million years, or longer, but I can imagine that there will be a day, and I accept it."

Qin Mo changed his sitting posture, straightened his upper body, and his tone became more forceful.

"But no matter how many years have passed, no matter how much the world has changed."

"When they need me again, when they call upon the name Lord of Tyron again that was imposed on me, when they need someone to pull them out of torture again, no matter whether they still remember me at that time..."

At this point, Qin Mo took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "I'm here."