Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 75 The Covenant
When Creed was testing Klein, the enemy army had already been routed and gradually annihilated.

By night time the fighting was completely over.

Creed left the command building and returned to his comrades, and everyone gathered in a private room to chat as usual.

And Creed became everyone's focus.

"Did you become a staff officer during the day?" the officer asked.

Facing questions from his superiors, Creed habitually confessed: "Yes."

"I know you think they are good people and want to help them, but I have to remind you that they are actually more suspicious than the enemy. Don't you wonder where the technology they use comes from?"

"Don't do this kind of thing again next time."

"This is the last time I warn you, it's okay to reward them for their willingness to repair the ship, but don't go too far."

Listening to these warnings, Creed nodded solemnly, and said that he would never get involved next time.

When Creed was making a promise, a local soldier in the Hive Capital suddenly opened the door and invited everyone: "You are all combatants. The Legion Commander invites you to join the commemoration of the war dead for a while, and there will be a dinner later. You can also watch "44th Regiment Standing Hard."

"Thank you, but there's no need." The officer immediately declined.

The soldier nodded, closed the door and left.

"Wait..." Creed asked, rubbing the back of his head, "Why are we combatants? Is it because we were a staff officer once?"

The officer hesitated for a moment, and then said: "When you went to the command building, a tunnel in District No. 13 was suddenly discovered by the enemy, and then we, you know...By the way, help."

"It's more than a helper. Our company repelled the attack of at least two enemy regiments in the tunnel." A white shield recruit stood up proudly and said.

"I didn't even know about it." Creed was surprised.

"Of course you don't know. The specific battle situation in District No. 13 was discussed by several regiment leaders. Their command system is different from ours. A regiment can be responsible for many things."

"You even know their chain of command?"

"I have to learn more about the battle, and then analyze it. Besides... I want to buy some power armor from them at a friendly price."

"Alright alright."

Creed stopped asking, just smiled.

The others looked at each other, then smiled too.

For the members of the Cadian Assault Army, the days in Tyrone's hive capital during this period of time were like vacations. Facing the attacks of the two regiments in the tunnel of the thirteenth district was like entertainment, and everyone was in a good mood.

……

late at night.

In the room, Creed was lying on the bed, his body trembling and rolling, and the pillow was soaked with sweat.

Creed was lying on the bed and fast asleep, but in the dream he was waging a war.

The airdrop pods all over the sky streaked across the sky, the roar of artillery fire almost rang through the entire planet, and the Titan roared as it advanced.

This war became more and more difficult, and all kinds of bad news were brought to Creed. He patrolled back and forth in the most fierce battles on the front line, showing his resolute side to the soldiers.

But the war was inevitably lost.

Until a super large black object slowly fell towards the continental plate of the planet, Creed suddenly woke up, sitting on the bed and panting hard.

Creed is a Cadian, and this galaxy is closest to the warp rift called the Eye of Terror. Whenever the enemy launches an expedition from the Eye of Terror, Cadian will face the most violent attack.

As a Cadian, Creed is not afraid of anything, but like everyone else in his hometown, he has dreamed that Cadian has fallen more than once, but every time he wakes up and sees that Cadian is still standing, he will raise his middle finger to the eye of fear in the sky.

You can’t see the sky in the bottom hive of Tyrone’s hive city, and it’s not Cadian here, but Creed still raised his middle finger to the top: “Cadian will not fall down.”

Creed fell down and continued to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep, so he went to the roof at the top of the building to let the wind blow, and took out a cigar from his arms and put it in his mouth.

Soon the second person came to the rooftop again, and Creed found that it was Qin Mo who came.

Under Creed's suspicious eyes, Qin Mo walked to the railing and pointed to the street.

A ceremony is going on in the street.

The orbital dock has been completed, and everyone in the city and all the soldiers of the First Army rushed to the streets to escort the ashes of the previous war dead to the orbital dock.

If you are looking for a suitable place to watch the ceremony, there is nothing like the rooftop of a tall residential building where tens of thousands of people live.

"There are my acquaintances in there." Qin Mo looked at the big box containing the ashes and said, "A company commander who admired me died in this war."

"May his soul rest on the Golden Throne," said Creed.

Qin Mo continued to watch without saying a word.

Creed recalled the information he had collected about Qin Mo these days. He knew what Qin Mo had experienced before, that he was a survivor of the 44th regiment, and that he ran around to strengthen the defense line...

Creed thinks that it is hard for such a person who has turned the tide of the war not to be highly expected and admired by everyone. It is not difficult to imagine what the soldiers who have loose military discipline but obey unconditionally think in their hearts.

And Qin Mo is not a cruel ruler. Although drones are everywhere in this city, people do lead a good life.

Every commoner family can have a clean house to live in, fresh water and food, which is an unimaginable life in other hive cities.

"You can leave after the orbital dock is built." Qin Mo said suddenly, "As a reward for your participation in the battle in the thirteenth district, I will distribute a set of power armor to each of you."

After listening, Creed nodded: "I will also help you establish a complete officer training system, as well as tactics suitable for you, and I will do my best."

"Aren't you afraid that I'm a heretic?" Qin Mo asked.

Creed shook his head.He felt from the bottom of his heart that Qin Mo was not a heretic, even though the technology he used was indeed very weird and suspicious.

Then Creed suddenly remembered that when he came to Tyrone's hive city for the first time, he instinctively wanted to go to the next nest. He thought that he was not a person who was easy to trust others, but he trusted everyone in the hive of Tyrone's hive city.

"I'm not good at training troops, and I don't know how to train military talents. You helped me a lot." Qin Mo turned his head to look at Creed, and said calmly, "You can make a request to me."

Creed wanted to refuse and said that he could fix the ship, but he suddenly thought of something, so he swallowed his refusal.

Under Qin Mo's gaze, Creed asked slowly, "What do you plan to change the Talon galaxy into?"

"A safe and strong fortress galaxy. Everyone here must prepare for war, just like you Cadian. Everyone can find their own place. Even the hive city will not have chaos. Order exists in every corner of the three worlds of Tyrone, even the darkest and most remote place in the bottom hive." Qin Mo said.

Creed nodded and pondered for a while, then asked again: "Will you fight for the Emperor?"

"I will only fight for human beings." Qin Mo said frankly.

Hearing this answer, Creed was angry at first, then suddenly calmed down and nodded.

Both were silent.

When the team escorting the ashes got farther and farther away until they were nowhere to be seen, Creed said, "I don't ask you for anything, I just want an agreement."

"Say." Qin Mo nodded.

Creed stared into Qin Mo's eyes, and said seriously: "I think you will have a powerful army and fleet in the future, so my request is that you lend a helping hand when Cadian is in the most critical situation. Can you agree?"

From Qin Mo's point of view, there is no difference between this request and none, because he knows that the future Chaos Warmaster Abaddon will launch the No. 13 Black Expedition to attack Cadian.It is impossible for him to sit back and watch Cadian with the Blackstone Obelisk fall. No matter whether the future High Castle Lord Creed will ask for help, the help will inevitably arrive in Cadian.

Because the black stone obelisk has the effect of suppressing the subspace, Qin Mo, who hates the subspace, cannot sit back and watch the cracks in the subspace expand.

So of course Qin Mo agreed without hesitation: "At that time, you only need to send someone to say a word to me."

"Say what?" Creed asked.

"Say: Cadian asks for help." Qin Mo replied, "And I will say: Tai Long will respond."

At this moment, Creed nodded vigorously, and then suddenly felt a sense of fate. He felt that it might not be just a coincidence that he came to the Tyron galaxy.

Just when Creed wanted to ask Qin Mo and get answers to many doubts in his heart, Qin Mo had already turned and left.

(End of this chapter)