Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 189

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two months later.

In a system still far away from the Cadian Bastion world, the Ardent Advance, loaded with Cadian shock troops, is docking outside the hive world to receive supplies.

Usaka Creed was on board, and he and other colleagues gathered in the bar to pass the boring time of traveling.

Creed and his lieutenant sat at a table in the corner, drinking spirits and listening while the officers enthusiastically discussed the recall order issued by Fortress World.

"It will take us at least several years to get back to our hometown. The journey is long."

"Finally I can go back, I miss my parents very much..."

"I heard that the Tyrone sector has started to pay tithes. If they can pay the tax earlier and let us use the dimension engine, then we can go home faster."

"Don't talk about this... don't mention the engine. It's not just us running on the ground in the bar, but also the crew of the battleship."

Hearing this, Creed turned his head and looked at another corner of the bar, where a group of naval officers from the Zealous March were sitting.

When these officers heard about the Dimension Engine, they gave the Army officers a blank look, and then murmured with a bad face. Anyone could see that they were very resistant to the Dimension Engine.

"They're right." Creed took a sip of his wine, then took a cigar in his mouth, and turned to look at his deputy, "If the Ardent Advance can install the dimensional engine used by the Tyrone Navy, we really don't need to spend several years to return Home."

The deputy's name is Kyle, who is a sergeant of the Eighth Regiment of the Cadian Assault Army. He is much older than Creed. I have been fighting on the battlefield for many years.

But like everyone else in the Eighth, Kyle was overwhelmed by Creed's courage and talent, and was willing to stand up for the young commander.

"Your experience in Tyrone affected you." Kyle spoke in a trumpet-like, damaged voice. "I heard that the Tyrones like to play under the church. I also heard some from the astropaths. The news that came out is that the way the Tyrone produces the dimension engine is through sacrifices and rituals, if I am a member of the navy, unless I die, no one can install the dimension engine on my ship..."

Creed frowned after hearing these words, and recalled his experience in the Talon galaxy a few years ago, thinking that part of the gossip that Kyle heard was true, that is, the Talons were really in the galaxy. Have fun under the church.

As for the news about the dimension engine...

Creed poured Kyle a glass of wine and whispered, "Don't believe those nonsense."

"How?" Kyle looked up at Creed with curiosity.

"If the Dimension Engine can really promote it, then the Astropath will have no meaning of existence. Even if we don't have super-light communication means, just relying on a messenger ship equipped with a Dimension Engine to run back and forth is more stable than the Astropath. If you are an Astral The Whisperer..." Creed stopped talking halfway through.

Kyle thought about it carefully, and felt that if he was an astropath, he would indeed try his best to prevent the use of the dimension engine.

But then again, if the Dimensional Engine is really not a good thing, it will be over. Who would dare to bet on such a thing?
"Sir." A soldier suddenly walked up to Creed, stood at attention and saluted him and reported the matter: "Someone wants to see you."

Hearing this, Creed looked outside the bar.

Klein was standing outside the bar.

The entourage of the Rogue Trader of the Tyrone Galaxy also followed, and was distributing power armor to the officers who ordered power armor last time outside the bar.

Creed waved to Klein, then whispered to Kyle: "It seems that the dimension engine is really easy to use, otherwise this guy wouldn't be able to find me every time."

Kyle raised his head and glanced at Klein. He heard that Creed was also found by this Rogue Trader when the Eighth Regiment was transferred to the new war zone. At that time, the Eighth Regiment was on the Path of Faith...

Klein stepped into the bar, sat at the table of Creed and Kyle, and exchanged a few words with Creed.

"Does Lord Tailong want to tell me something new?" Creed knew that although Klein retired from the army and became a rogue merchant, he was still Qin Mo's subordinate. He was likely to help Qin Mo deliver news as he did when he came last time. .

However, Klein shook his head and denied: "I'm not here to deliver a letter this time, but to be a liaison. From now to the next few years, I may have to follow you."

"Are you following us? Is it possible that you, a rogue trader, are also part-time spies?" Kyle said in an unhappy tone.

Klein just glanced at Kyle and didn't respond, and turned to Creed and said, "Tyrone's supervisor is not in charge of the Cadian Assault Army, so you don't have to keep me with you, you can let me go back now Come back."

"No." Creed poured a glass of wine for Klein. "Stay here, brother. Although the sailing methods of our two ships are different, you can go to Cadia first and wait for me."

Although Creed readily asked Klein to be his contact person, he still had a lot of doubts in his heart.Why can't Klein go directly to Cadia to find the governor, and why the Lord of Tyrone attaches so much importance to him.

Although there are many doubts, Creed knows that Qin Mo should have the ability to predict the future, and perhaps he will have a pivotal position in the future.

But Creed cared more about Cadia's fate than his status. Before the recall order reached the Eighth Regiment, everyone was guessing what might happen in the future. In the end, everyone came to the same answer, that is, The plague and raids that have ravaged the Cadian Gate for a long time are just the prelude, the prelude to a great war.

Reminiscent of the letter Klein sent last time when he arrived, the letter said that the Voskani iron cavalry would launch a rebellion when they landed in Cadia.

Thinking about this, Creed suddenly asked Klein: "Did you talk to Lord Tyrone before you came out? Did he ask you to convey some other information?"

"I have talked, but there is no other information. When I received the order, I was purchasing goods in the Agrippina Forge World..." Klein shook his head.

This answer made Creed a little disappointed. What he wants most now is information.

"I know that you and the governor once made an agreement." Klein said as he raised his glass, "The entire Tyrone is your backing. When you rushed back to Cadia, the Tyrone sector was expanding its army. Wait until you arrive in a few years. We'll end up with a stronger army."

Creed also raised his glass, but he had a helpless and confused expression on his face: "I'm just a general of the Cadian Assault Army, that's all. There are many people who are higher than me. Qualified to represent Cadia."

"Indeed." Klein nodded approvingly. He also couldn't understand why he was sent to contact Creed instead of directly going to Cadia to find their governor, who is called the castle lord...

Creed becoming a general in 40 years is already an amazing achievement. There are many people in the Cadian shock army who are dissatisfied with the speed of Creed's promotion. Can Creed continue to become the supreme leader of Cadia? Can't the castle master succeed?
"How do you find him every time?" Creed's deputy Sergeant Kyle asked suddenly.

"I'm a wandering trader, and I have plenty of ways."

"Tell me, anyway, is there anything else to do now? It will take us several years before we can return to Cadia."

"..."

Klein and Kyle started chatting, while Creed remained silent, sometimes drinking a sip of wine and sometimes smoking a cigar.

Creed looked at Klein's talkative appearance, and thought that if he had a boat, he must use a dimensional engine, otherwise, it would take several years to return to Cadia.

(End of this chapter)