Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 6 Rebel Psyker

After Gray took another person out for reconnaissance, the rest of them either continued to watch Qin Mo perform creation magic, or searched for other things that might be useful on the ground.

Facts have proved that the search just now was still too general, and many things in the position have not been collected.

For example, the power armor worn by Bull's guard soldiers.

These power armors have been shredded, and at first glance they are indistinguishable from tatters, which is why they were omitted earlier.

"I don't know where Chief Bull went, but all his guards were killed. I found the only power armor that was still in good condition." The two soldiers walked towards Qin Mo with half of the power armor in their arms, and put it on the ground.

Then someone asked: "Should we go to Boole?"

"No need." Qin Mo stared at the power armor and shook his head slowly, then patted the chainsaw sword on his waist, "His chainsaw sword is in my hand, he should have turned into a torn biological tissue on the battlefield, the emperor doesn't even know where he went."

After speaking, Qin Mo focused on studying the Power Armor in front of him.

Almost as soon as he saw the power armor, the principle and structure of this thing appeared in Qin Mo's mind. This power armor is an export commodity of the Tyron galaxy except for population and psionic collars.

These power armors are all handcrafted by the craftsman families of the Hive World. The power armor is called Richarn-1. This thing is very expensive, but its performance is estimated to be the worst among the power armors used by mortals in the entire human empire.

"Can you make this thing?"

When a soldier asked Qin Mo, all the other people present looked at Qin Mo, expecting him to say yes.

Although the Power Armor produced by the Richarn family is not very good, it is still Power Armor.

Qin Mo didn't say a word, still staring at the power armor.

The structure of this power armor and the secret technology passed down from generation to generation by the Richard family used in it are like children's toys to Qin Mo, he can not only imitate but also improve.

But compared to the power armor itself, Qin Mo cared more about the horrific wounds on the power armor.

What pierced this power armor was not bullets or lasers, but sharp claws. The chest of the power armor was inlaid with a [-] mm thick alloy armor to protect the heart, and it was torn to pieces.

This proves that a relatively pure-blooded Genestealer joined the battle in the melee just now.

The purer the blood of the gene-stealer group, the stronger the individual, not to mention shredding the power armor, even the Terminator armor worn by elite space fighters is no problem.

"We have to be careful." Qin Mo looked up at the soldiers, "If you see an unarmed enemy crawling on the ground, you must immediately activate the gravity shield and notify me."

"Yes." The soldiers nodded in unison.But they didn't understand why Qin Mo's thinking was so jumpy, he suddenly jumped from the matter of the power armor to the matter of the enemy.

"I can imitate this kind of power armor, but these rags are no longer usable. Let's talk about finding more metal materials later." Qin Mo said again.

Not just Power Armor.

In Qin Mo's vision, he would use his scientific research talent to arm the entire team as much as possible, regardless of cost or cost.

Because the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Planetary Defense Force can only be said to be stronger than that of civilians, and it is very likely that there will be no more soldiers for a long time in the future, so the only way to strengthen the combat effectiveness of these few people is through weapons and equipment.

"We found our allies!" Gray rushed back and shouted to Qin Mo.

"Let's go." Qin Mo put the gravity shield on his back, turned and left the position.

……

at the same time.

One kilometer due north of the 44th Regiment's position, local Planetary Defense Force soldiers were fighting the rebels.

The soldiers were stationed in a ten-story metal building, most of whom were assigned to guard the front and back entrances of the building, while the rest stood by the windows of each floor and shot at the rebels.

The officers concluded by analyzing the intelligence provided by the scouts that there were at least 2 rebels, twenty times more than their own

If it weren't for the sudden and inexplicable retreat of most of the rebels before, the number of people attacking this building would at least triple or even quadruple now.

The rebel soldiers look weird and there are many monsters mixed in, but they are not stupid. Their infantry surrounds the tank heavily, pushing forward against the hail of bullets.

Every ten meters advanced, the tank would stop, turn the turret and fire a shot at the window of the building.

Cannonballs sometimes ricocheted off metal walls and bounced off, and sometimes, with luck, went straight into windows.

In this way, after gradually advancing to a position 70 meters away from the main entrance of the building, the tank stopped shooting at the windows, but turned the turret to aim at the main entrance and fired.

There are a large number of bulletproof bunkers in the hall on the first floor. Even if the shells hit the people hiding behind the bunkers, they will not be able to hurt the people hiding behind the bunkers, but they will not be able to lean out from behind the bunkers to fight back.

"Attack, attack!" A commander with a big purple head opened the hatch and came out, shouting orders to the surrounding soldiers.

After watching the soldiers leave the tank and rush towards the main entrance, the commander got into the car and operated the tank gun himself, aiming at the main entrance.

He saw soldiers rushing to the first floor, then being mowed down by stump guns suddenly raised from behind cover.

The commander fired with a smile, and the shell shot into the first floor and exploded. After the explosion, all the people who stood up behind the bunker and the heavy weapons were all smashed by shrapnel.

"For the evolution sect!" The commander shouted wildly.

But just as he was about to use the same method to completely empty the first floor, he suddenly heard a woman's voice in his mind.

"The psyker and five other people suddenly joined the battle. The troops you deployed at the back door did not stop them. They have already entered the building."

This is a reminder from the Bishop of the Evolution Sect.

The commander made an agreement with the bishop before the battle, that is, as the commander, he can personally drive the tank to join the battle, but if he receives a psychic communication, he must retreat immediately.

"I'll back off immediately." The commander patted the driver on the shoulder, "Back off, brother."

The tank changes from slow forward to slow backward.

The commander stared at the first floor inside the main entrance with the sight glass, and was ready to fire at any time.

Soon he saw six people running directly from behind the bunker, the leader of whom was holding a chainsaw sword in his right hand and a scepter in his left hand, and he looked like a psychic.

"Go to hell." The commander decisively fired the cannon.

Qin Mo, who was running, immediately raised his scepter, temporarily distorting the laws of physics of the cannonball.

So the shell that pierced the barrel stopped suddenly, then changed from forward to backward, flew back into the barrel and exploded.

The commander sitting in the tank was not injured because of a spiritual energy barrier in front of him.

The commander survived with the ammunition rack when the crew was blown apart.

"Psychic." Qin Mo continued to run, his eyes scanning all the enemies within sight, looking for the figure of the rebel psychic.

While looking for the rebel psyker, Qin Mo approached the tank and turned on the gravity shield, instantly crushing the tank into a flat piece of metal.

(End of this chapter)