Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 66 Creed

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Both sides in the Hive War are preparing for victory.

At this time, the orbital dock has not been sent to the orbit, and the fleet controlled by the governor has not yet returned to the Tyron galaxy.

Therefore, no one noticed that a purple rift was torn out in the peaceful space of the Tyron galaxy. A Wanderer-class cargo ship drilled out of the subspace, and the rift behind it closed immediately.

Inside the bridge of the cargo ship, all the crew members including the captain stood breathlessly, watching the metal plates around the cargo ship keep folding and rising until they could see the boundless space outside the cargo ship.

"Ah... praise the emperor!" The captain knelt down excitedly, "by the emperor, our crew finally see the emptiness of the real world."

"Praise the Emperor, praise the Emperor..."

"It must be a miracle from the Emperor that we survived the warp storm!"

Everyone else on the bridge also knelt down, prostrating to the double-headed eagle symbol that symbolizes the empire.

Soon there was a sound of footsteps, the door of the bridge was opened, and ten officers stepped into the bridge.

They wore green carapace, and all of them had purple pupils.

They too began to praise the Emperor when they looked out into space.

Warp storms are extremely terrifying to humans using warp engines, which means that they may be forced to remain in the warp and become toys for those terrible warp creatures.

At that time, some very scary things may happen on the ship, such as a crew member suddenly starting a ritual, or even everyone on the ship starting to do crazy things.

Even if you break away from the subspace storm and return to the material universe, you may find that hundreds of thousands of years have passed.

"Which galaxy are we currently in?" the officer asked.

"Tyrone." The captain walked to the porthole and looked at the three planets revolving around the star outside. "I have been here for business before."

"Oh... wait, so you're really a merchant, right?" the officer demanded angrily, "Our entire regiment went to support your galaxy, and then you just arranged for a merchant ship to take us home?"

"So, do you want to kill me, or do you want to go back to your hometown of Cadia?" The captain asked with a smile.

In the dark bridge, the purple pupils of the officers shone like jewels, and they suppressed the anger in their hearts.

"Can we go back to Cadia now?" the officer asked.

"No." The businessman smiled and shook his head. "We still need some time to prepare, and the ship is damaged in some places. We need a suitable place to repair the ship."

"Okay." The officer nodded helplessly.It is not an easy task to sail a ship. As soldiers of the Star Militia Army, they can only rely on these merchants to return home.

The officer immediately looked at the others behind him and gave them orders one by one.

"Each of you take a small number of soldiers to the various planets in the Tyrone galaxy, and discuss with their governors to see if you can help us repair the ship."

"It doesn't matter if they don't agree, we can talk about conditions, such as helping them fight."

As he said that, the officer's eyes fell on a man with a scar on his face: "Creed, you go to Tyrone One with the white shield, I know you are very good at persuading others."

"Yes, sir." Creed saluted and accepted the order.

"Bring this." The officer took out a cigar from his pocket and stuffed it in Creed's hand. "With this in your mouth to discuss with their governor, plus your square face with scars, their governor will definitely think you are a powerful and ruthless character."

"Yes sir." Creed put the cigar into his arms.

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A moment later, a transport plane flew out of the Wanderer-class cargo ship and flew towards the Tyrone No. [-] world directly below.

When the spaceship entered the atmosphere and drove smoothly over the hive world, Creed suddenly asked the pilot to open the hatch, and then he held the hatch to observe under the puzzled eyes of everyone.

Like most of the hive worlds, the natural environment of Tyrone [-] is so bad that it cannot be worse. However, this is not because of the large amount of pollution discharged into the natural world, but because the natural environment of Tyrone [-] is so barren, so the air here can barely be inhaled without wearing a respirator for the time being.

The transport ship quickly flew to the top of the tower.

"Don't land yet." Creed ordered to the pilot, and then looked at the others: "Don't you think this place is weird?"

It is said that other people in the cabin came to the cabin door to check the spire below.

There are no nobles here, only a large number of soldiers, and these soldiers are messing around in the spire block, as if this place has been occupied.

But Creed quickly judged that this place was not occupied, but the barracks of those soldiers, because many supply facilities were built here.

"Let's go back," someone said.

"No. Go to the lower nest." Creed turned around and patted the pilot on the shoulder, signaling him to drive the transport plane into the lower nest.

After circling outside the hive complex, the pilot found an entrance that allowed him to enter the lower hive from the outside, but this entrance was a bit difficult to enter.

"Prepare for impact, guys." The pilot put on his helmet and steered the transport plane directly into an outer wall covered with steel patches.

Creed and the others were used to it, so they didn't react at all. They just got up after the transport plane wobbled to a stop, and walked out of the transport cabin.

They crashed directly into the seventh area of ​​Tyrone's hive capital, and many civilians had already poured out from all directions to watch these uninvited guests.

Soon a group of soldiers also ran over.

Seeing that these soldiers were all wearing power armor, Creed immediately thought that they should be guards around important people, but just as he was about to go up and introduce himself, another man wearing power armor fell from the sky and stood in front of him.

Creed looked up and down, and found that the power armor on the person in front of him was more refined than the others.

The other party was also looking at Creed and his party, and found that they did not seem to be enemies, and then a dull voice came from the helmet: "Who are you?"

"A group of Cadians who had to seek help in a warp storm," Creed replied. "Let me meet your commander."

"I don't know what Cadia is. I only know that you are a group of uninvited guests." The man in power armor took a step back and raised his hands. The shoulder cannon was already aimed at Creed and the others.

Even though the people led by Creed were white shield recruits, their tactical skills were astonishingly good. They found a bunker in an instant, and put their laser rifles on the bunker to prepare for battle.

Just when the two sides were about to fight, Creed stood in front of the muzzle of the shoulder cannon and said calmly: "I am the company commander of the Cadian Eighth Regiment, and we have no malice."

The person wearing the power armor reported the news after hearing the news, and then got an order from the high-level, and relayed the order to Creed: "You don't even want to say your name, do you seem to have no malice?"

"Creed." Creed said the name immediately, "Usaka E Creed."

(End of this chapter)