Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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the next day.

Except for Qin Mo, the rest of the people wearing guard power armor gathered together and went deep into the rear of the rebels' sphere of influence.

All five people were dispatched, which was very rare.

"What is the order from the legion commander?" Grote walked beside Gray, looking at the flamethrower-like thing in his hand, and asked doubtfully.

Just as Gray was the only one present with the new weapon, Qin Mo only told him the order and asked him to convey it when he gathered with the others.

"The order is very simple." Gray picked up the weapon in his hand. "This is something similar to a flamethrower, but it has been modified to spray liquid. We have to find the rebels and spray them."

"..." After hearing Gray's detailed explanation, Grote and the others were confused and looked at each other, completely unable to understand what it meant.

"So this is for testing new weapons, right?" Anruida asked.

"Yes and no." Gray shook his head. "Actually, this weapon is the final version. We are using it, not testing it. Of course, we also have the responsibility to observe the effect."

This is even more confusing.

It wasn't until Anreda brainstormed for a while that she asked the most critical question: "This should be a weapon aimed at the rebels, but what I don't understand is why we should spray it on individual rebels. This will at most Killing a few rebels is of no use, right?"

Gray wanted to continue explaining, but it was not easy for him to speak the truth, so he could only remain silent.

Although Qin Mo said that he could spray this weapon on any rebel individual, Gray still thought it would be better to find some higher-level rebel individuals.

That's why he led his team to the rear of the rebels' sphere of influence.

Everyone moved on.

After traveling about twelve kilometers, Gray stopped in front of a house, and the others also stopped and prepared to fight.

Biological detection showed that there were a large number of rebels hiding in the house. These rebels were all gathered together and it was unknown what they were doing.

"Block every window and every door." Gray walked toward the building carrying the insecticide.

Grote blocked the door with a gravity hammer, and the others stood by the window.

The rebels inside the house were praying and did not realize that they were surrounded.

They surrounded a handsome male statue with four arms, kowtowing and kneeling in great piety.

"Good opportunity." Gray pushed away Anruida who was standing by the window and set up the weapon containing insecticide on the window edge.

This is a thing that is very similar to a flamethrower, but also a bit like a sniper rifle. It looks very cool.

Gray couldn't help but fantasize about the power of this weapon before he fired. He imagined that once he fired, a torrent of energy would spray on the rebels, and then they would be instantly corroded into residue by pesticides?

"Stop inking and shoot quickly!" Grote urged.

Gray immediately pulled the trigger.

Zhi——

A blue liquid drew an arc in the air and landed accurately on the back of a rebel infantryman.

The infantryman rubbed his back and turned his head to look out the window.

Eyes facing each other.

Gray quickly launched the remaining insecticide, and then ran away immediately with Grote who wanted to fight.

"Why can't we kill them all?" Grote asked dissatisfied.

"Because we may need time to wait for the pesticide to take effect," Gray replied.

After seeing these people wearing guard power armor, the rebels in the house immediately stopped praying and ran towards Gray and the others.

Gray walked the rebels like a dog, observing their condition as he ran.

These rebels followed for a long time, and then suddenly something happened.

Some people's feet suddenly swell, some people's chest, and some people's heads.

Then other parts begin to swell as well.

Until they burst like balloons and turned into a puddle of blue liquid.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor."

"The power of insecticides is not bad..."

"If this could be mass-produced and used as a flamethrower, wouldn't it be more efficient to clean up buildings?"

Grote and the others were discussing the effect of this weapon, but Gray did not interrupt.

Gray clearly remembered that he had only hit a small part of the rebel infantry. The rest were clearly not hit by the insecticide, but they still died.

"Guys," Gray said slowly, "This weapon is stronger than we thought. This will be the first and last time we use it."

"Well, because the only rebels we face are those in the houses, right?" Grote laughed.

Gray didn't explain much, turned around and led the team away.

No one recalled what Gray said as they boarded the transport plane back. Everyone except Gray believed that pesticides would be mass-produced and installed.

Until the transport plane flew over a battlefield.

Grote really saw a rebel infantry explode into blue liquid on the battlefield.

He thought it was an illusion.

But then came the second, then the third...

"Who else is using pesticides besides us?" Grote asked.

"No, we are using the prototype." Gray shook his head.

Grote lowered his head and fell into thought.

…

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Mo sat in the underground cave of the fortress, looking at the witness reports compiled from the battle lines.

All regiments claimed to have seen the rebels they were fighting dissolve into liquid, and as they advanced into new areas, they would see traces of the dissolution of the rebels in local buildings and desecrated churches.

All this proves that pesticides are very effective.

There is no need to make adjustments to the pesticides next, just wait for the rebels to gradually disappear.

While waiting, Qin Mo plans to research anti-psionic technology.

The samples and experimental subjects used for research are naturally Vanessa, a psyker.

"What exactly is the principle of pesticides? Why can they spread so fast? Don't the rebels isolate infected individuals?" Vanessa was restrained on the operating bed and kept talking.

Qin Mo was disgusted with psykers themselves, let alone a talkative psyker.

Vanessa quickly shut her mouth when she saw Qin Mo's expression was not good. She could vaguely hear a voice these days asking her to compromise and comply.

Qin Mo performed a biometric scan on Vanessa, and then carefully checked the scan information.

"You are as self-taught as a genius in both biology and engineering. Why don't you know anything about psychic powers?" Vanessa asked.

"Shut up, psyker." Qin Mo lowered his head and continued to check the information, but in his heart he had to admit that Vanessa was right, he just knew nothing about psionic energy.

Qin Mo knew clearly that he was able to create guard power armor and other weapons and equipment, not because he had these technologies in his genes like the green skins, but because he could study and learn at the same time, which was probably the effect of self-enlightenment.

But when it came to researching psychic powers, Qin Mo felt like he was wading through a quagmire.

"Let me teach you." Vanessa said.

"Pull her down." Qin Mo only thought that Vanessa was talking nonsense.