Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 65 Insight Failure
"Let's talk about the future, we need to send troops to occupy the next nest now." Qin Mo said.

Gray nodded, and immediately left to convey Qin Mo's order.

Klein, on the other hand, continued to play the role of a staff member, responsible for providing suggestions for Qin Mo's next decision-making.

"Based on what you know about the nobles, do you think they all believe in the sect called the Lord of Wisdom?" Qin Mo asked suddenly.

Speaking of this matter, Klein carefully recalled what he saw and heard since he was a child.

After another intense brainstorming in his brain, Klein gave the answer: "If you want me to say, you can believe anything. I once heard that a group of nobles believed that as long as they had fun, they could become younger. What's ridiculous is that I heard later that what they did was really useful."

"There are all kinds of heresies. If it weren't for the fact that there are only three planets in the Tyron galaxy, the heresy army we see is definitely not what it is now."

The more Klein spoke, the more sad he felt.

He also fantasizes about starting some business by himself when the war stops in the future. Just as he is not good at commanding operations, he is also not good at business, but he just wants to go around.

But now that there is still this chance, even if Qin Mo leads everyone to victory again, all of Tai Long's worlds will be destroyed by the war, and even if they run around, they can only see slums and ruins.

"This galaxy is simply a cesspit, like most places in the empire." Qin Mo sighed suddenly.

Klein didn't speak, and listened silently, but his expression became more and more sad.

"But we have to struggle." Qin Mo got up and patted Klein's shoulder, "Go do what you should do. I also have a lot of things to do."

"Yes." Klein got up and saluted, then turned and left.

Qin Mo turned around and walked to the side of the equipment, and began to conduct research work.

He knew he still had a lot of research work to do.

Including the various weapons of the battleship, and even the metals used to form the battleship.

These are not difficult things for a star god, and he doesn't even need to collect metals. He intends to create a general-purpose alloy, which will have the advantages and characteristics of most metals.

Qin Mo came up with the inspiration when shaping the shell of the orbital dock. He found that he could change the metal material from the atomic structure. This is simply a kind of universal alchemy, but there must be metal materials, and it is not possible to create something out of nothing for the time being.

After the general-purpose alloy is manufactured, a device for synthesizing the alloy must be manufactured, which can be integrated into the logistics machinery or operated by manpower.

Although machines are much easier to use than humans, the hive capital has too many people, so they have to find a way to make them earn wages.

The research work is not limited to warship weapons and metals. Gray and the others should also carry out enhanced transformations, and the power armor of the guards should also be upgraded.

Of course, there are also extermination order-level weapons.

After that, I don’t know what outrageous things will be found on the rebel side. If there is, then we have to study targeted technologies, just like the “pesticides” used by Tyrone’s gene stealers.

Although Qin Mo really likes to do research, it is unavoidable that he has no skills at all. However, he does not plan to train a group of scientific researchers. On the contrary, he made a decision very early on: except for himself and the untouchables, anyone in the Tyrone galaxy will be prohibited from inventing and creating.

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at the same time.

In Shangchao, which originally belonged to the governor’s manor, Stinger sat on the governor’s seat, resting his legs on the back of the governor’s female slave who was kneeling in front of him, holding a gold cup in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, enjoying the fine wine in the governor’s wine cellar.

The enjoyment made Stinger comfortable, and he didn't lose his temper even though he was hearing bad news.

"The ceremony didn't work, and not even one person came back alive." The servant knelt on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, my lord, this should be my mistake. It must be that the ceremony I prepared did not please the Lord of Wisdom."

"No, it's not your fault, it's mine," Stinger said.

The servant was very surprised. He didn't understand why the stinger suddenly became more responsible. Usually, all kinds of mistakes would be blamed on others.

Stinger didn't explain anything, poured the wine in the glass on the floor, and then kicked the slave girl down.

The female slave fell on the wine and knelt again in panic, with deep doubt and confusion in her eyes, she didn't know why she was suddenly kicked.

But Stinger himself couldn't explain the reason clearly, he just wanted to do this, just wanted to give others some surprises, it was as simple as that.

"Don't speak any more, or I'll take out your vocal cords." Stinger warned with a smile, then sat cross-legged on the governor's throne and closed his eyes.

He began to gain insight.

This is not the ability bestowed on him by the Lord of Wisdom, but his innate talent, but this talent has become stronger and stronger after converting to the Lord of Wisdom.

"What are you looking at?" the servant asked.

Stinger opened his eyes instantly and stretched out his hand, but he retracted his hand after reaching the servant's throat, because he suddenly remembered that his servant's vocal cords had long since disappeared.

Stinger wanted to directly kill the servant who was interfering with him, but considering some other things, he didn't do it in the end.

He closed his eyes again to continue his insight, and at the same time gave an explanation: "I'm looking. Looking for the root of those teleportation technologies, and what it is, why our rituals didn't have any effect."

The servant nodded, quietly waiting for the result.

When Stinger opened his eyes again, they were clouded with a blue light.

What he saw was not the magnificent Governor's Manor in front of him, but a fortress in the Bottom Nest.

Stinger waited quietly. According to past experience, he thought that he would soon be able to see the situation inside the fortress and how the teleportation technology used by the enemy was developed, and then learn the principle of this strange technology.

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

Until half an hour passed, Stinger could still only see that fortress, and even this fortress became more and more blurred and dark.

After a while, a large blank came out of the fortress.

This is pure blankness, it has no color and is not transparent, Stinger can't describe the appearance of this blank mass.

With the passage of time, the area covered by this blank mass became larger and larger. Stinger knew that his insight ability was about to reach its limit, so he could only hold on and continue to look into it.

But after looking for a long time, I saw nothing but blank space.

"What did you see?" the servant asked tremblingly.

"I...I can't see anything..." Stinger felt something slip from the corner of his eyes to his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, a fishy smell filled his entire mouth.

It's blood.

In the eyes of others, Stinger's blood flowed from the corners of his eyes like tears.

"Stop, stop!" The servant rushed forward and pressed the stinger to the ground, slapping his face until the light from his eyes faded.

When the stinger stabilized, the servant asked: "Your insight is out of control?"

A similar situation had occurred before. The Stinger wanted to gain insight into the life experience of the enemy commander and find an opportunity to defeat the opponent psychologically, but he only saw one battleship that time, which was a sign of loss of control.

"No, it's not out of control this time, but I can't see it." Stinger murmured.

"It doesn't matter if we don't see it, at least we know what the enemy's tactics are." The servant patted Stinger's shoulder to comfort him.

Stinger nodded, and said viciously: "I will make the enemy pay the price, and I will burn the person who developed the teleportation technology to the Lord of Wisdom!"

(End of this chapter)