Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Tai Lung No. 1 Hive World.

At the bottom of the largest and oldest hive city 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 nest to the lower nest, the Planetary Defense Force established a position where the soldiers of the 44th Infantry Regiment and their commander Bull were stationed.

"You bastards, our army in front is fighting against the Evolutionary Sect, but you are lazy!"

"Hurry up and build supply points and fortifications for me, or I will let you have a taste of the power of the whip!"

"Quick, quick, quick! We don't have much time to waste!"

Amid the angry roars of Captain Boer, the soldiers of the infantry regiment sat in trenches dug out of the metal ground, eating or lying down to rest.

No soldier would disobey his commander's orders, but it was not the soldiers whom Bull was reprimanding, but another group of people.

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

These prisoners were extremely ragged and exhausted, working numbly amidst the roars, pouring fortifications or moving boxes.

Qin Mo is one of these prisoners.

His coat had been torn into strips of cloth during labor, and others could see the black lines on his upper body.

These black lines look very strange. They are obviously tattoo-like lines on the flesh, but they look like metal.

There was also a collar around Qin Mo's neck, with the label "Prisoner No. 444" hanging on the collar.

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

"us……"

"Owner."

As Bull continued to roar, an old man holding a scepter walked up to him and respectfully performed the Sky Eagle Salute.

"Karon." Bull raised his chin and despised his psychic servant. "You old guy always likes to interrupt me when I talk, but this time you better have a suitable reason."

At this time, Qin Mo raised his head and looked at Bull and Kalon.

A psyker servant, which is rare.

The relationship between the two people is obviously very deep. Caron has interrupted Bull countless times just on the battlefield, and Bull has never punished Caron despite all kinds of dissatisfaction.

"They are very tired." Caron looked at the prisoners with eyes so sunken that his pupils could not be seen. "We still need them to be cannon fodder, so I suggest letting them rest for a while."

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

No one can lie in front of Caron. When he said that these prisoners were very tired, he must have sensed it with his own psychic ability.

After thinking for a moment, Bull nodded slowly in agreement.

The prisoners were able to rest for a while.

Then a team of soldiers in charge of logistics walked over and distributed food and water reluctantly.

"No. 444, your food."

Qin Mo received the military rations, lowered his head and took a look and realized that this was the military rations unique to Tailong's nest, and it was higher than starch.

There is no differential treatment when it comes to meals. Prisoners and soldiers eat and drink the same. However, this is not because Bull treats the prisoners equally, it is just because there is no way to treat them differently.

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 out a spoonful of "candles" and put it into his mouth, he found that the texture and taste were worse than eating candles.

When the candle-like solid food enters the mouth, it smells like rancid protein. When it comes into contact with saliva, it quickly turns into powder and sticks in the throat.

At this time, you must suppress the instinct to cough, because inhaling too hard before coughing will draw the powder into the trachea.

After enduring the discomfort and finishing the food, Qin Mo threw the lunch box aside, took out a somewhat broken diary from his pants pocket, and looked through it carefully.

This records everything that has happened since he traveled to the Warhammer Universe until now.

As well as the happiness and sadness he experienced in the original world before traveling to the Warhammer universe... Qin Mo was afraid that he would forget these memories, because these memories could give him a bit of psychological comfort in the 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 do I like and what music do I listen to.

These things were the life of every ordinary person during Terra 3K.

It is such a plain and ordinary record that allows Qin Mo to smile from the heart despite being in a dirty and smelly trench.

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

"..." After walking to Qin Mo and standing in front of him, Bull looked sideways at his psychic servant.

Caron also looked at Bull in silence.

The two of them had such a tacit understanding that they could understand each other's thoughts with just one look.

Bull put his hands behind his back and lowered his head to look at his waist.

There hung a chainsword.

Bull shook his body from side to side, swinging the chain sword with the movement and hitting Qin Mo's head.

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

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

"Psychics all have this virtue. Haha..." Bull forced a smile, and then looked at Caron.

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

"Then what is written on it? Is it an illusion unique to you psychics?" Bull asked.

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

Cuaron saw that the text in the diary was not in Gothic, but in another language. The structure of this text was strange, and it would be damned if he could understand it.

But this writing doesn't look... crazy.

It is different from those weird and twisted words that were first awakened with psychic powers and then corroded and carved everywhere.

At least it can be initially determined that although Qin Mo is an untrained psychic, he is still rational.

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

"Because I was taken as prey by a noble who went hunting in his nest, and then I chopped him into charcoal and was caught." Qin Mo replied.

Karon was silent, staring at Qin Mo with his empty eyes, using his psychic powers to probe the mind of this psychic.

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 manpower now anyway." Bull said urgently.

Seeing the two people asking questions inexplicably, 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 psychic suppression collar around your neck is in my hand. I will open it when necessary."