Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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night.

"So, half of the rebels who attacked your place escaped for no reason?"

"It's not that half of it is gone, it's that it's all gone."

On the rooftop of the building, everyone sat together, setting off a fire to charge the laser rifle's battery, and chatting at the same time.

Gray told him why he and Qin Mo came here.

But not everything was said. The identities of the gravity shield and Qin Mo were deliberately concealed by Gray.

At this time, the other four survivors of the 44th Infantry Regiment sitting next to Gray also tacitly concealed the fact that Qin Mo was a psychic prisoner.

As for the reason...

Gray felt that the only people who knew Qin Mo's identity and that he was still alive today were the survivors of the 44th Regiment like him.

If the rebels will be wiped out in the future, they can help Qin Mo forge evidence of his death, and then report to his superiors that Qin Mo is dead, so that Qin Mo can spend his life in a place like Dichao that cannot be controlled.

And if the rebels cannot eliminate everyone in the nest, they will die, so there is no need to report.

"As the commander of the 47th Infantry Regiment, I salute you. I feel sorry for the death of your comrades." The officer took off his military cap and observed a moment of silence for the deceased of the 44th Infantry Regiment.

All other soldiers and junior officers also took off their hats and observed silence.

Three minutes later, the officer suddenly asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "That psyker... I'm sorry, I can't think of a more respectful way to call a psyker... Has he been trained and certified by the Empire?"

"Of course." Gray nodded. "Otherwise, you would wonder where the double-headed eagle logo on his scepter came from."

"That's good." The officer breathed a sigh of relief. "Otherwise, once he loses control, it will be a disaster for the entire hive and even the entire galaxy."

The speaker has no intention and the listener has the intention.

Gray frowned slightly, lowered his head and recalled an incident he had experienced in the Lower Nest when he was a child.

A psyker went berserk under severe life pressure. He first accidentally killed his wife and daughter, then cried and hugged the bodies of his wife and daughter. In less than a day, he annihilated a total of 80,000 Planetary Defense Force infantry and armored troops. .

This incident has even caused the Planetary Defense Force to fail to recover to this day, and the strength of the planetary defense forces is very different from that of the rebels.

With Qin Mo's amazing strength, if a psyker of his level loses control...

Thinking of this, Gray trembled.

"Speaking of which, I don't think it's easy for him to lose control, right?" the officer said again, "His mood seems to be very stable. Have you ever lost control before when you were with the 44th Regiment?"

"Of course not." Gray recalled Qin Mo's situation. He was indeed very stable.

"What's his name?" the officer asked.

"Hmm...a weird name, Qin Mo." Gray replied.

"It sounds a bit familiar." The officer recalled, "My ancestors once fought side by side with an angel named Qin Xia. They went to attack a space facility called Karim Star Gate. Later, this angel named Qin Xia was on the Heavenly Spear. The soul returns to the Golden Throne.”

"Sir, I once read this story in a book. Is the battle group that the angels serve in called White...what is it?"

"No, no, my grandfather specifically told me that it was not a war group but a legion."

"Legion? Are you kidding? Your grandfather must have remembered it wrong. After all, that was hundreds or even thousands of years ago."

"Thousands of years? Tens of thousands of years!"

"..."

The people of the 47th Regiment were chatting happily, but Gray and a few people from the 44th Regiment were silent, which was out of tune with them.

Gray wanted to see Qin Mo's condition, but was afraid of disturbing him, so he just sat in silence.

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In the room on the top floor of the building, Qin Mo lay on the only mattress and fell asleep, still dreaming at the same time.

He dreamed that he was traveling back and forth among the stars, and he could go wherever he wanted throughout the galaxy.

I also dreamed that I was playing with a small toy, shaping a planet into what I wanted according to my own ideas.

Qin Mo also had this kind of unconstrained dream before traveling through time. It was just an unrealistic dream.

But when the illusory dream disappeared, Qin Mo woke up from the bed and found himself in a gorgeous bedroom.

This is neither a hive nor a battlefield. It is a place of splendor and splendor, and the bed under your body is soft and spacious.

When Qin Mo looked at all this in surprise, he suddenly saw a girl sitting on the ground crying in the corner of the room.

The strange thing is that the girl's appearance keeps changing. Sometimes she is a cat, sometimes she is an old man, sometimes she is even a tank or a logging gun.

"Traitor..." It turned its head and looked at Qin Mo, accusing him angrily.

"What traitor? What are you talking about?" Qin Mo asked.

"I don't even know what I'm talking about... I've forgotten a lot of things, but I don't know why I just want to call you a traitor." It looked confused, looking at its ever-changing body, "Why am I broken into pieces?" A lot of chunks and you can keep it intact?”

"What's your name? Insight, mimicry, engineer or...I forgot, why did I forget this? I seem to have forgotten a lot of things."

"No matter what your name is, you should be called a traitor from the moment you betray me."

After saying a lot of words that Qin Mo couldn't understand, it turned into a male aristocrat, suddenly jumped at Qin Mo and strangled his neck.

"You ate my friend!"

"Give it back!"

Qin Mo woke up with a start, sat up and gasped, realizing that everything just now was just a dream.

"Damn... I'm so tired that I'm going insane." Qin Mo rubbed his temples helplessly, and then thought of something very important.

Qin Mo found his scepter in the corner. He melted the double-headed eagle on the scepter and took out a piece of paper.

This piece of paper was the only page left in the diary that had been blown to pieces. After making the gravity shield, Qin Mo hid it in the double-headed eagle.

Qin Mo didn't keep this page just to remember it. He always felt that he could restore the entire diary in the future by relying on science and technology.

After browsing the contents on the paper, Qin Mo hid the paper in the double-headed eagle again.

At this time, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a soldier stepped into the room. When he saw Qin Mo awake, he immediately saluted as an eagle: "Captain, he invites you to come over for a meeting."

"Why should I go to the meeting?" Qin Mo asked in confusion.

"Don't you... uh... don't you want to go?" The soldier was confused by the question.

"Okay, I got it." Qin Mo felt that being able to attend the meeting was because the people here valued him, so he got up and followed the soldiers to the meeting place.

When Qin Mo was walking in the corridor, all the passing soldiers leaned against the wall to give way and lowered their heads.

Seeing their looks, Qin Mo knew that Gray must not have told anyone that he was a prisoner. Otherwise, even if they didn't arrest him, their eyes would definitely be full of disgust and dissatisfaction.

It seems that those gravity shields were not in vain.

Qin Mo thought so.