Warhammer 40: Mortal Gods

The combination of Thunder Warriors and Imperial Guards completed their respective tasks faster than the mortal troops. It was not only the rulers of the Melanthem Alliance who were beheaded, but also the generals, priests, and religions who used extremely efficient communication devices to direct operations in the city. personnel.

A group of three Guardsmen was assigned by Waldo to perform the task of protecting civilians.

All religious figures who wanted to use various weapons to kill civilians and bury them with the ruler during the battle were killed by the imperial army.

When the mortal army was marching through the streets, overwhelming the remaining enemy forces, many Melanthenians took out crude homemade weapons and squeezed into their ranks. Obviously these people were not just civilians, but waiting for the Melanthenic Alliance. An organization that resists timing.

After the battle, a large number of drones swarmed into the city to maintain order, and logistical machinery sprayed germ-killing potions and distributed food.

The moment the battle ended, Qin Mo stood up from his chair in the space station, patted the table twice, and said with a satisfied expression: "Perfect! The battle ended in fourteen minutes and twenty-one seconds!"

The timer on the table showed the time from when the army was transmitted to the end of the battle, fourteen minutes and twenty seconds, but when Qin Mo said these words, the time reached fourteen minutes and twenty-one seconds.

"An amazingly efficient war machine." Malcador was also quite surprised. He thought this battle would last for a month or two.

Then Malcador felt that he was habitually pessimistic.

He always needs to consider the worst-case scenario, including the worst-case scenario that could happen in war.

"Fourteen minutes and twenty-one seconds? You defeated the Melanthem Alliance so quickly?"

Hearing this question, Qin Mo and Malcador looked back at the direction of the sound at the same time, only to see the emperor appearing in the room at some unknown time, standing at the door looking at them in surprise.

"Yes, fourteen minutes and twenty-one seconds." Qin Mo waved his hand and brought up the holographic image of the battle replay.

It started with the army teleporting down, to the beheading operations of the Forbidden Army and the Thunder Warriors, and now to maintaining order in the city.

In the battle royale contest held by many forces in Terra, the Melanthem Alliance was eliminated.

If that tyrant were still alive, he would be able to say only two sentences.

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Melanthem League out.

"You teleported up directly to celebrate our victory?" Qin Mo asked the emperor.

"No, I just stayed underground in the Himalayas for a long time and came out to take a breath." The emperor shook his head in denial.

In Qin Mo's eyes, the emperor was not a golden and charming man, but the emperor as he was.

A middle-aged man with dark skin, messy hair, and looking a little tired.

"Winning a war is not difficult, what is difficult is management." The emperor walked to the tactical table and waved his hand, and the information page was adjusted to population data.

The Melancon Alliance has a population of over one million.

"In any case, this war is over quickly." Qin Mo leaned over the tactical table and looked at the population composition of the Melanson Alliance. "I will have time to implement the education plan. This is the top priority. Scholars and proficient Military generals, merchants, and all kinds of people will be born under our rule, and then Terra will become prosperous. As for the subsequent war against the small warlords around the Melanthen Alliance, Waldor and the mortal army. The generals in it can accomplish it, and I don’t need to tell them anything.”

The emperor nodded and thought for a moment before speaking: "Someone once told me that we must ensure that most people are ignorant and miserable. Only in this way can we cultivate brave warriors. Because people who live in ignorance and hardship will not know how great the world is. "No unnecessary kindness and humanity will interfere with their arms."

Hearing what he said, Qin Mo felt helpless.

As far as Qin Mo knows, more than one person thinks so, and ten thousand years later there will be a Blood Angel chapter leader named Dante who thinks so too.

Dante believes that education that is not very necessary will cause people to become cowardly. Only a difficult living environment and poor material conditions can temper the most qualified warrior candidates.

Then Dante was taught by Guilliman that it was wrong to think this way. If the people were allowed to live in hell, it would be impossible for the people to resist the temptation of the devil.

"But I don't agree with that person." The emperor spoke again.

The Emperor's reasons were different from Guilliman's.

“Educated people know more and think more.”

"When they are called upon to wield a knife they will even be more cruel and decisive than ignorant barbarians, because education will make them think they know the reasons why they must wield the knife."

"I've seen this happen, I've seen soldiers like this."

With that said, the emperor turned to look at Qin Mo: "Give me a request."

"What request?" Qin Mo asked, "Military education for all or what?"

The emperor rolled his eyes. He knew that in Qin Mo's eyes, he was somewhat extreme, but he was not so much that he would train everyone into killing machines when it was not particularly necessary.

"Eradicate all traces of the Melanthen Alliance's religion," the Emperor said. "That's my only request. It's that simple."

"Of course." Qin Mo nodded.

The Emperor also nodded and teleported back to the underground of the Himalayas using his psychic powers.

"He also said that he didn't come here specifically for victory." Qin Mo looked at Macado, "He left without saying anything else."

Malcador shrugged: "At least he is now willing to take the initiative to say something. He didn't use psychic energy to communicate with me just now."