Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1 Prisoner No. 444

Tyrone No. [-] hive world.

At the bottom of the largest and oldest hive building complex in the entire hive world, that is, the bottom hive, a war is going on.

In front of the only passage from the bottom hive to the lower hive, the planetary defense force established a position, and the soldiers of the 44th infantry regiment and their regiment leader Bull were stationed here.

"Scrap, the army in front of us is fighting against the evolution sect, but you are being lazy!"

"Hurry up and build supply points and fortifications, or I'll let you taste the power of the whip!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! We don't have much time to waste!"

Amid the angry growls of Colonel Bull, the soldiers of the infantry regiment sat in the trenches hewn from the metal floor, either eating or lying down to rest.

No soldier would disobey the command of the commander, but it was not the soldiers that Bull was reprimanding, but another group of people.

It was not engineers but prisoners who were busy on the ground.

These prisoners were ragged and extremely tired, working numbly amidst roars, pouring fortifications or carrying boxes.

Qin Mo was one of these prisoners.

His jacket has been worn into pieces by labor, and others can see the black lines on his upper body.

These black lines look weird, they are obviously similar to tattoo lines on the body, but they look like metal.

There was also a collar around Qin Mo's neck, and the tag "Prisoner No. 444" was hung on the collar.

Unlike other prisoners, the collar around Qin Mo's neck is a psionic suppression collar, which shows that he is an untrained psyker.

"us……"

"Owner."

While Bull continued to growl, an old man with a scepter walked up to him and saluted respectfully.

"Caron." Burr raised his chin and despised his psychic servant, "You old man always likes to interrupt me, but this time you better have a suitable reason."

At this moment, Qin Mo raised his head to look at Bull and Caron.

A psyker servant, which is rare.

The relationship between the two is obviously very deep. Just on the battlefield, Caron has interrupted Bull's words countless times, and Bull has never punished Caron even though Bull has various dissatisfaction.

"They're very tired." Caron looked at the prisoners with sunken eyes that couldn't see his pupils. "We still need them as cannon fodder, so I suggest letting them rest for a while."

Bull frowned, stared at Caron for a few seconds, and then turned to look at Qin Mo.

No one could lie in front of Caron, when he said that the prisoners were very tired, he must have used his psychic sense.

After a little thought, Bull nodded slowly in agreement.

The prisoners were able to rest for a while.

Immediately, a group of soldiers in charge of logistics walked over, distributing food and water reluctantly.

"Number 444, your food."

Qin Mo received a box of military rations.

There is no difference in treatment when it comes to eating. Prisoners and soldiers eat and drink the same, but this is not because Bull treats prisoners equally, just because there is no way to differentiate treatment.

When Qin Mo opened the military ration packaging box, he saw a square white "candle" inside.

Looks like a candle.

And when Qin Mo dug a spoonful of "candle" and put it into his mouth, he found that the texture and taste were not as good as eating candles.

Solid food like a candle smells of rancid protein after entering the mouth, and it quickly turns into powder when it encounters saliva and sticks in the throat.

At this time, the instinct to cough must be suppressed, because too much inhalation before coughing will draw these powders into the trachea.

After suppressing the discomfort and eating the food, Qin Mo threw the lunch box aside casually, took out a diary that was somewhat damaged from his trousers pocket, and looked through it carefully.

It records everything that has happened since he traveled to the Warhammer universe.

And the joy and sorrow experienced in the original world before crossing over to the Warhammer universe... Qin Mo was very afraid that he would forget these memories, because these memories could give him a little psychological comfort in his dark life, so that he would not collapse.

The things in the diary are very plain, just a running account.

The general format is: what did I, Qin Mo, do before, who are my family and friends, what happened to me when I was a child, what games and music do I like to listen to.

These things are the life of every ordinary person in Terra 3K period.

It was such a plain and ordinary record that allowed Qin Mo to smile from the bottom of his heart even though he was in a dirty and smelly trench.

Qin Mo was so focused that he didn't even notice Bull and Caron walking towards him.

"..." After standing in front of Qin Mo, Bull squinted at his psychic servant.

Caron also looked at Bull silently.

There is a tacit understanding between the two, and they can understand each other's thoughts with just one look.

Bull put his hands behind his back and looked down at his waist.

There hung a chainsword.

Bull swayed his body from side to side, and the chainsaw sword swung with the movement, hitting Qin Mo's head.

"Hahahaha." Bull laughed, he liked this kind of scary feeling very much.And when Qin Mo raised his head to look at him, he saw hatred and anger in those deep black pupils.

At the moment when the eyes met, Bull even had hallucinations. He felt that what he saw was not a prisoner, but an ancient and terrifying existence among the stars.

"This is the virtue of all psykers. Haha..." Bull forced a smile, and then looked at Caron.

Caron raised his hand, and the notebook in Qin Mo's hand floated in front of him, allowing him to look through it.

"What's written on it? Is it a hallucination unique to you psykers?" Bull asked.

"..." Caron was silent at first, then shook his head, "I don't understand."

Cuaron saw that the writing in the diary was not in Gothic, but in another language. This kind of writing had a strange structure, and it would be hell if he could understand it.

But the text doesn't look... crazy.

It's different from those weird and twisted words that first awakened psionic power, then got corroded and carved everywhere.

At least it can be preliminarily judged that although Qin Mo is an untrained psyker, he is still rational.

"Prisoner No. 444." Caron returned the diary to Qin Mo, "Why were you arrested?"

"Because I was caught as prey by a nobleman who went hunting in the nest, and then I chopped him into coke." Qin Mo replied.

Caron was silent, staring at Qin Mo with empty eyes, and was using his psychic power to probe the psychic's thoughts.

Bull waited for a while, and asked impatiently, "Is he telling the truth?"

"I don't know." Caron shook his head, "I can't get into his head."

"Whatever, we need people now anyway," Bull said eagerly.

Seeing that the two of them somehow found their own inexplicable question, Qin Mo didn't know what they wanted to do.

And Caron immediately gave the answer: "We need your fighting ability. The key to the psionic suppression collar around your neck is in my hand. I will open it when necessary."

(End of this chapter)