Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 32 Masterpiece Creatures

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night.

When the news of the victory of the beheading operation during the day was just announced, the front line had already advanced a hundred kilometers across the board.

The combined regiment commanded by Duncan had to stop at dusk to wait for friendly forces because it was moving too fast.

Today is undoubtedly a good day for the ground forces, because they have indeed achieved victory.

But when they sat around the campfire and waited for the food, everyone's faces were in a trance besides excitement.

"Isn't it a little too easy for us to win?"

"I thought it was a fight to the death."

"Emperor bless, we did win anyway."

While his men were discussing the results of the battle, Duncan recalled the situation during the day.

advance.

These two words are enough to summarize the whole day and the first victory since the launch of the counter-offensive across the board.

At first the resistance of the rebels was fierce, then it became especially fierce, and then their front line suddenly collapsed, and only those rebels who were frantically fleeing could be found on the way forward.

If Duncan wanted to write a memoir, he could only write one sentence:

We are advancing, advancing under the cover of unmanned artillery units and a large number of drones, advancing non-stop, we clean up the remaining enemies in the bombing, we occupy key areas one by one.

"When we have powerful firepower and are fully prepared, our battles should be so smooth. I don't believe in genius command tactics and strategy, and I don't like to bet against the enemy in war. I only believe in the strongest weapons and equipment. The most ferocious firepower and the strongest armor."

A voice interrupted everyone's discussion.

The soldiers sitting around all the bonfires all stood up when they heard the sound, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Qin Mo and his guards in power armor walked over from not far away.

Everyone immediately gathered around Qin Mo, and respectfully saluted him as an eagle.

Qin Mo's eyes swept over the crowd, and finally landed on Duncan: "I heard about your heroic performance during the day. You were the first to advance here with your troops. You managed to annihilate many rebels on the way, well done."

"Your approval makes me and my soldiers feel honored." Duncan was very happy to be recognized. "We already know the deeds of your execution of the beheading plan. If you hadn't wiped out the leader of the rebel army, we would not have been able to advance so smoothly."

"I have to admit that is indeed the case." Qin Mo nodded with a smile, then began to look at the other people present, and continued to walk forward.

Duncan silently followed behind, thinking about why Qin Mo came in person.

There should be an important combat mission.

"Do you need anything?" Qin Mo turned around and asked Duncan.

"We just need more extermination of the rebels," Duncan replied.

"This is your idea. You are not a psyker, and you cannot see the thoughts of all your subordinates. Now let them answer me." Qin Mo said.

Afterwards, the soldiers gathered in front of Qin Mo, making demands in a hurry.

There are many people who want to add a backpack to their power armor, some people want to make the power armor have a larger capacity battery, and some people want to get some wine after the end of the staged battle.

After the soldiers made various requests, a guard named Anruida, who was wearing the power armor of the Janissary, recorded these requests.

Anruida is one of the survivors of the 44th regiment. His original duty was to be a clerk next to Bull, so he is very good at this job.

"I will guarantee that all your requests will be met." Qin Mo said to the crowd.

This is not to boast, but really can.

These requirements couldn't be easier for a logistical machine that uses substance printing technology for production.

After recording everyone's needs, Qin Mo said to Duncan: "The purpose of my visit is to inspect and ask about your needs. Next, you only need to do what you should do, which is to attack and occupy."

"Yes." Duncan stood at attention and saluted.

At this time, the transport plane had already flown overhead, and the momentum generated by the anti-gravity engine was not strong, and the people present could only hear its humming.

"Keep your fighting spirit and be efficient." Qin Mo gave one last sentence, turned around and led his guards to jump on the transport plane and leave, heading to the next regiment's location.

The matter of showing his face after the war was not Qin Mo's own idea, but Klein's.

Klein thought that going to each regiment to show his face one by one at this time and giving the soldiers some benefits would stabilize his authority in the army.

Since the Praetorian Power Armors showed up everywhere in the process of integrating the defense line, the soldiers were also very happy to see the appearance of these Praetorian Power Armors.

However, the biggest advantage of showing his face everywhere is to stabilize people's hearts. After all, Qin Mo will study weapons against gene stealers next, at least in a short period of time, it is impossible to appear in the war in person.

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After running through all the troops for a whole day, Qin Mo returned to his cave laboratory in the fortress.

While putting the blood drawn from the patriarch's body into the material analysis machine and waiting for the result, Qin Mo fell into deep thought while watching the operation of the machine he made.

He was not thinking about weapons, but about decapitation.

The Genestealer Patriarch's psychic powers far surpassed that of any other individual, yet it didn't even use it in battle.

It really wanted to use psychic power, but every time it mobilized it, it seemed to be suspended, and the result of every attempt was to fall to the ground.

The patriarch seemed to be silenced.

Qin Mo knew very well that it wasn't his own power that caused this situation, because although he could be immune to the spiritual influence of psionic energy, he didn't move the black stone, so he couldn't prevent the release of psionic energy.

Otherwise, the bishop who came after him would not be able to release his psionic power.

Who exactly interfered with the patriarch?
Ding Ding Ding!
The results of the analysis in thinking have come out.

The analysis results of hundreds of thousands of words were displayed on the screen of the analysis machine. Qin Mo stopped thinking about those weird things, and walked to the screen to check the results.

The information on the screen was scrolling rapidly. After Qin Mo finished reading the information, he came to a conclusion.

It was the right decision to extract biological tissue from the patriarch instead of other gene stealer individuals. The genetic information on it far exceeds that of other hybrid individuals, and it is the most comprehensive. The weapons made with its genes must have the widest range of attacks.

But the gene-stealer patriarch is also constantly adapting to changes, and its genes have already made changes when adapting to the environment of Tyrone's hive.

To put it simply, the gene of the patriarch can be used to make weapons, and it can indeed have the effect of ending the war.

But this weapon is only applicable in the environment of Tyrone's Hive City. Even if it is on other planets in the same galaxy, if there are gene stealers on other planets, it is unlikely to be effective again.

Because just the difference in air concentration or pollution level may cause many changes in the gene-stealer patriarch's genes.

"Who made you?"

"What a masterpiece."

Qin Mo turned his head and stared at all the biological tissues from the patriarch, sighing from the bottom of his heart.

Even Qin Mo began to think that if he wanted to create a species of biological weapon, if he could, he would create a biological weapon like the gene stealer patriarch.

The Genestealer Patriarch can already be called a masterpiece, and the Tyranids have to call it a masterpiece.

It cannot be ruled out that the Tyranids are a naturally evolved race, but the probability of this is very small, unless the evolutionary environment of the Tyranids is perfect.

For example, they were born on a planet where the environment often undergoes earth-shaking changes, and they have to evolve to adapt to the environment in a short period of time so that they evolve into the skills they are best at.

"Let's focus on the immediate matter." Qin Mo cleared his mind of thoughts and focused on researching and making weapons.

(End of this chapter)