Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 84 The real plan

"We've lost another fort."

"I saw that fortress being entered by five super soldiers, and then I could only see various beams shooting out of the wall."

The stinger took off the six-eyed gemstone from his forehead, and said dejectedly.

He has already seen the situation on the battlefield through the six-eyed gemstone. The fortress was besieged by five warriors wearing power armor, and then it would fall as expected.

That's what's going on across the battlefield.

Had it not been for the vibrations coming from below, Stinger would not even have known that a battle had begun, and his subordinates did not report anything about the battle at all.

"Are they advancing fast?" the servant asked cautiously.

"Soon." The Stinger nodded, "The conventional troops will fight with the super soldiers. The unimportant positions will be settled by the conventional troops, and the important positions will be settled by the super soldiers. Their advancing speed is simply amazing."

After spotting warriors in power armor more powerful than normal infantry on the battlefield, the Stinger gave them a simple and easy-to-understand name, Super Soldiers.

"..." The servant fell silent after hearing this.

As an old servant who has served Stinger for a long time, he knows that what Stinger is most afraid of is this kind of enemy who doesn't pay attention to any surprising tactics and doesn't make strategic bets, but only knows how to break through all methods.

Conventional troops send assaults, super soldiers serve as the main force to attack difficult positions, and then the entire front advances at an extremely fast speed... These tactics and strategies are not excellent at all, because this kind of tactics is like pulling the trigger when you get a gun. These tactics will be used as long as there are corresponding conditions.

"I'm more worried about what's wrong with my command system." Stinger frowned and looked at the golden floor tiles. After pondering for a moment, he spoke again, "I think there's a 90.00% probability that those bastards deliberately plotted against me and didn't report the battle situation."

Hearing this, the corner of the servant's mouth twitched: "There can be nothing in the Bishop of Wisdom's sect, but there can be no conspiracy and tricks, but that depends on when it is. Now it is unlikely."

Stinger listened in silence, breathing harder and harder.

He obviously couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, even if he likes to plot tricks and have fun, but now there is no plot tricks to have fun.

"My lord..." The servant knelt down respectfully, "Perhaps we should be more optimistic."

"Fuck you." The stinger slapped the servant's old face.

He knew that he was not an optimistic person, he would not think that the war in the upper nest would last for a long time, he thought that in less than three days the enemy might occupy the upper nest and then break into the spire.

Stinger felt a headache just thinking about it, he didn't know how the enemy would attack the spire.

Should I scout first or teleport first?

The buildings at the top of the tower are not densely packed, and it is more likely that they were directly transmitted...

Stinger thought carefully in his head, but even if he racked his brains, he couldn't imagine that the Hive Tower hadn't been attacked so far. Was it because the enemy didn't want to do it, or because they couldn't, or that a small amount of vanguard troops had infiltrated the tower?
The more I think about it, the more I doubt and fear.

Stinger is happy when his enemies are in doubt, but not when he is in doubt himself.

"How's the plan going?" Stinger asked suddenly.

"Already almost." The servant replied, "As before, we lure all the people who come to the top of the tower, let them enter the cage that looks like a transport plane, and then burn them to death with the blue flame of the Lord of Wisdom...the number...is enough."

"Put all the troops into the upper nest." Stinger couldn't wait to get up and give the order, and walked outside.

The servant, however, hesitated.

Realizing that the servant hadn't followed, Stinger turned around and glared angrily, and asked in a cold voice, "What are you hesitating for?"

"The ritual knowledge I found is too old, some parts are not perfect, and even the performer needs to donate their souls...I..." The servant hesitated for a long time before saying the following, "Can you give me some time, let me find someone who can preside over the ceremony, and try to find a way to perfect the whole ceremony?"

After hearing this request, Stinger immediately took out his laser pistol and pointed it at the servant, and gave him two choices in an extremely cold voice: "Preside over the ceremony, or die."

"You might as well kill me!" The servant trembled all over, as if he was afraid of something very terrifying, "If I preside over the ceremony and donate my soul, then I'm afraid I will face more than just death."

"I can make you suffer more than death." Stinger said extremely fiercely.

Trembling with fear, the servant was forced to follow the stinger.

……

In the garden of the Governor's Manor, blue ashes piled up into mountains, and some blue tiny creatures floated in the air.

The atmosphere in the entire garden was not quite right. The flowers and plants made of metal and plastic bloomed strangely, but the shape became even more strange and indescribable.

Stinger came to the mountain of ashes in the center of the garden, but his servant shrank back timidly, not even daring to look directly at Stinger.

"This is the ceremony I have prepared for half my life, the ceremony of ascension to become a demigod?" Stinger became more and more fierce, "If it wasn't because you are the only one who can recite those spells, if it weren't for the fact that you can speak without vocal cords, which proves your specialness, if it wasn't for... If you couldn't help me complete the ceremony, I would have killed you long ago!"

"Yes... yes... master..." the servant could only be forced to admit.

When he heard this confession, Stinger moaned comfortably, feeling happy and happy, feeling satisfied.

The Stinger has been waiting far too long.

The so-called plan is actually the matter of performing the ascension ceremony.

Stinger recalls asking David to stay and fight in Tyrone's hive the night he was killed.I remembered that I was asking for manpower in the name of combat, but I was actually collecting "materials" for the ceremony, and the people in the nest were the materials.

He also recalled the ritual process that he and his servants worked out, which was to make people think that they would be saved by entering the transport plane, and then found that the transport plane turned into a cage and was burned alive.

He recalled working with his servants on a psionic spell that would make the cage look like a transport to others.

Have waited too long for this day.

"Perform the ceremony," Stinger ordered to the servant.

"Master...please allow me to find another suitable person...I..."

The laser pistol punched a hole at the servant's feet, scaring away the rest of his words.

"Do you think that I really can't make your life worse than death?" The poisonous stinger threatened fiercely.

The helpless servant could only take out the scepter from behind and wave it, chanting ancient spells that Stinger couldn't understand at all.

The stinger trembled suddenly.

He felt that something was staring at him, and immediately felt that his psychic energy became stronger and more stable, and even his brain was filled with knowledge that he hadn't learned at all.

Stinger enjoys this feeling, which is what he desperately pursues.

It was in this wonderful feeling of being about to be satisfied that Stinger suddenly found himself getting taller and taller.

Stinger thought it was normal at first, until he saw a serious change in his body.

A mouth full of fangs sprouted from his thighs, his fingers turned into countless fleshy tentacles, his arms became longer and softer, and even horns began to grow on them.

"No...no! No—" Stinger screamed in horror, his voice getting heavier, his lips thicker, and his mouth began to grow hands, feet and teeth.

Stinger looked at the servant angrily. At this moment, he couldn't see the frightened expression on the servant's face, only a smile.

A sarcastic smile.

A contented smile.

The fear of hosting the ceremony on his face just now has completely disappeared, and he is very comfortable now, as if he is willing to do the thing of hosting the ceremony.

Stinger wanted to ask the servant what was going on, but when he opened his mouth, he could only let out a scream of unknown meaning.

In the end, the stinger became bigger and bigger, and its shape became more and more indescribable. Before he completely lost himself, he didn't know what the mutation happened to his body.

But the servant knew that his master had now become a Chaos Egg.

"A person who pursues power and knowledge, thinks he is the chosen one, and thinks that he can always manipulate others...Because he is too thirsty for power and knowledge, he is willing to fall into a conspiracy." The servant used his psychic power to fully control the chaotic eggs in front of him, excited and excited, "There is nothing more pleasing to the Lord of Wisdom than this."

The Chaos Egg named Stinger roared angrily and struggled. It wanted to crush everything it saw, but it just couldn't do so.

"Don't worry." The servant raised his head to look at the sky, "After I send you to Tyrone II, the real big plan will officially start."

　I stayed up late yesterday and wrote five chapters, and today I still ask for a day off, and I haven't finished my work
　　
　
(End of this chapter)