Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"You don't have to come for now." Qin Mo ordered Gray, who was coming.

He is accustomed to considering the most critical situation, but now this most critical situation will not happen, so Gray and the others do not need support for the time being.

After giving the order, Qin Mo walked towards the knight's broken head.

At this moment, the knight's arm suddenly raised and hit Qin Mo, but the arm was immediately torn off from the knight's body under Qin Mo's control.

The knight's body arched forward, and Qin Mo manipulated the metal to lock all the joints, making it completely impossible to move.

Qin Mo walked towards the head, entered the knight, passed through the wreckage and various metal equipment, and reached the position behind the knight's head.

This place was not shattered by the Gatling cannon, but the various cables and equipment here had been damaged by the vibration, and a metal plate was inserted into the owner of the Knight.

"Kill... kill me... let me die... with it." Ailan said weakly.

Qin Mo ignored this request and looked at Ai Lan's body.

This man is wearing an armor-like driving suit, which is blue in color, and his head and limbs are decorated with various bird feathers.

Seeing this, Qin Mo already knew that this knight was the Blade of Fear, and that the soul of the machine had been corrupted along with its owner.

The machine soul is a very metaphysical thing. Generally speaking, the machine soul is the self-awareness of the machine.

Some knights' machine spirits can even continue to fight after their master's death.

The machine souls of some weapons and equipment even have self-awareness and can experience joy, sorrow, and anger.

"Tailon 2 is an industrial world, right? Is your family there? How many knights do you have?" Qin Mo asked.

"Bah!" Ai Lan summoned up all her strength to spit, and the spit fell at Qin Mo's feet.

Qin Mo was not angry, but raised his hand and used his mind power to twist the shell of the knight.

The knight's huge body seemed to be tightly grasped by something, and the sound of the metal being twisted and deformed made Alan uneasy.

"There are still Wutai." Ailan quickly answered, "Don't... torture us... give us a good time..."

"Okay, but you still have to answer one of my questions." Qin Mo asked again, "How long will it take for other people in your family to come here?"

"Never... never. I am the only one in my family who believes in... the Lord of Wisdom..." Ailan answered again.

"Okay." Qin Mo asked the question he wanted to ask. He turned around and walked outside, releasing lightning at the same time.

A bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air in the sky and struck the knight's body, killing the knight and its owner completely.

Qin Mo came out safe and sound, ready to kill among the enemy troops.

But the communication from Klein made him change his mind: "The enemy troops have begun to collapse across the board."

"The teleportation will begin in one minute." Qin Mo immediately teleported back to the fortress of the bottom nest to power the teleportation device.

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For the First Army, which possesses teleportation technology, the battle has already concluded when the enemy begins to fall into chaos.

Compared to the last time, the enemy's situation this time was even more passive.

The front line was torn apart and the knights died. These things broke down the enemy's psychological defenses. They began to retreat desperately. Even the company-sized organization was gone. Everyone was left with only one purpose.

Escape.

Each regiment of the First Army was sent to the front or rear of the enemy's escape route, and intercepted the deserters with ferocious firepower.

The battle had turned into an execution.

Creed was not happy to witness all this in the war room. He looked at the battle situation on the holographic image in surprise, with only one thought in his mind: This large-scale teleportation technology is really unreasonable and outrageous.

It is not easy to completely annihilate an army. If you want to fight a war of annihilation, you must make many arrangements in advance, think of various backup plans, and mobilize more transport aircraft to ensure that every army fighting can There are plenty of supplies.

But armies that can teleport don't need these preparations. They don't even need supply lines. They teleport directly to the enemy's rear to cut off escape routes and then bombard them indiscriminately.

When the bullets are fired, they will be teleported back to the bottom nest for resupply. After the supplies are finished, they will be teleported out to fight.

Don't worry about going too deep during the pursuit and being attacked from both sides, because even if you are heavily surrounded, you can still escape by teleportation.

Although the enemy army was still retreating rather than being annihilated immediately, Creed felt that being completely annihilated was the end of the enemy army.

The large-scale teleportation technology alone is powerful enough, not to mention the warriors wearing super power armor.

It was hard for Creed not to wonder, where did these people get their weapons, equipment and technology?

After thinking about it, Creed looked at Klein: "Who developed these technologies? Who made the weapons and equipment? You didn't have a forge world responsible for supplying supplies before, right?"

"We don't have a forging world. Tyrone is originally a remote galaxy. Haven't you seen that we are in this state and no one is taking care of it? You are the only guests in this galaxy for thousands of years. You are still a human being." Less..." Klein then began to complain continuously.

Complain about the Governor of this galaxy, the location of this galaxy.

These complaints gave Creed a headache. He could only summarize one message from Klein's words, and that was that he didn't want to answer the origin of technology and weapons and equipment at all.

"Stop." Creed raised his hand to stop Klein, then lowered his head and continued to pay attention to the battle.

Taking into account these unknown technologies and weapons and equipment, Creed had to start thinking about the worst-case scenario, that is, what if one day the higher-ups of the empire discovered this place and labeled everyone in this galaxy as traitors, and then How to fight when the Astra Militarum is arranged to fight.

The quality of the Astra Militarum's individual soldiers is definitely much better than that of Qin Mo's men, and this has not been compared with the Cadian Assault Army.

But after thinking for a long time, Creed decided that there was no way around it, other than to pile up resources.

Astra Militarum, Astartes, Mechanicus Skitarii, Knights, Titans... By then the war will be the purest war of attrition.

But from an emotional point of view, Creed did not want the day when the two sides would fight each other. He knew that these people were betrayed by the Governor to participate in a fatal war, and then survived strong.

Now they have to fight traitors across the galaxy.

"I have to remind you." Creed spoke to Klein again, "The technology and weapons and equipment you use are uncensored, and you should understand the consequences of this."

"We all understand." Klein nodded.

Creed stared at the never-serious man, unsure if he really understood.

Klein became serious and continued: "We will survive, and we will face every disaster again and again. Sooner or later, the Tyrone Galaxy will be completely controlled by its true owner, and it will prosper forever."

"Is the real master of the Tyrone Galaxy the emperor or... your legion commander." Creed asked.

"Of course it's the emperor. According to the education I received, the master of all galaxies in the empire is the emperor. Why do you ask that? Do you have another answer in mind?" Klein smiled.

Creed sneered and rolled his eyes at Klein, ending the conversation.