Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Will the medical support provided by the Prompt Relief Company be better than that of the Tyrone Army Medical Corps?" Guilliman asked.

"Of course not, but they have a large number of retired military doctors, and they have developed automatic medical drones. At least they can play a role in places that are difficult for the Tailong Army Medical Corps to take care of." Qin Mo said, "If you are an injured Astra Militarum soldiers, they will try their best to remove you from the battle line. They have armed security authorized to use in war zones, sufficient medical supplies, and medical personnel."

"There weren't many casualties in the war with those skeletons, because once they were hit by a Gauss rifle, they would be dead."

"But if it is affected by the aftershocks of the giant war machine's artillery fire, then there is a possibility of survival."

Qin Mo said and pointed to the back of the contract.

"I have purchased the highest level of medical insurance for you and the other Primarchs, as well as your Legion Commanders."

Guilliman looked at the back of the contract.

The Primarch's medical insurance services cost as much as a single Astra Militarum infantry regiment of hundreds of thousands of people.

The medical protection provided by this expensive insurance service is naturally unimaginably rich.

If the Primarch is willing to share his life signal and is willing to bring a small teleportation beacon device, then in the event that they are injured or trapped, the armed security forces and combat medics specially established in the war zone will use, including but not limited to, orbital drop pods. Civilian teleportation technology and other means were used to reach the original body.

The Armed Security Forces will employ retired elite generals from the Tyrone Army for operational planning and command. Military doctors with both frontline combat experience and medical skills, as well as elite veterans of the Tyrone Army who have experienced military exploits but do not want to return to a peaceful life, will form an action team. , in addition, there will be security iron men developed by Standard Industries, specially used to provide combat services to companies that have obtained armed concessions in war zones.

"Isn't the retirement fee of the Tyrone Army quite high? Why are there still retired soldiers licking blood from the tip of their swords just to make money?" Guilliman asked.

"This involves human diversity." Qin Mo also felt helpless, "For some people, they make money just to lick blood from the tip of a knife."

"Ultramar." Guilliman picked up the quill and signed his name on the contract. "The merchants of Tyrone always surprise people."

Guilliman recalled something he discovered when he was responsible for managing logistics during the Golden Crusade.

There is a galaxy in the Tyrone star sector. This galaxy is mainly engaged in growing fruits that must be cultivated in traditional ways. This galaxy gave birth to a beverage company that uses fruits that have extremely harsh growing conditions but can refresh the mind to make drinks.

The beverage company is called "Excellent Drinks."

Excellent Beverage grew up during the Golden Expedition. The founder of this beverage company roped in the entire family and employees who were not afraid of death, rented a transport ship from the Hokkaido Shipping Industry, and went directly to every warring star system to sell drinks in a life-threatening manner. .

Later, after their rapid growth, they had their own beverage sales and transportation fleet, which was composed of special transport ships ordered from Hokkaido Shipbuilding Industry with full defense.

In this war, the best drinks are naturally not absent.

"I have always liked to cooperate with Tyrone's commercial companies, exchange supplies or introduce factories." Guilliman transmitted the contract to Qin Mo, "I think they are more friendly and generous to ordinary people than nobles."

"No, they are just restrained, otherwise you will see them using your people from the five hundred worlds as iron men." Qin Mo transmitted the contract.

This medical security service has officially come into effect.

Qin Mo recalled that he saw the Death Army's fleet when he arrived at the decisive battle site, so he said to Guilliman: "Have the Death Army and the world of Otanza signed a war agreement with us again?"

"Yes." Guilliman nodded, "It is not difficult for rational members of various species in the galaxy to realize that our fates are intertwined and we share weal and woe, and they took the initiative to participate in the war."

The Death Army's participation in the war did not surprise Qin Mo, but the participation of the Otansa people in the war was surprising.

The Ark World of Otansa only followed humans to participate in the Golden Expedition. Qin Mo thought they would shrink back and recuperate, but this Ark World followed their Phoenix Lord Moganla to join the war again.

He couldn't understand, Qin Mo simply didn't want to think about it.

This communication between him and Guilliman was not just for medical services. What he really wanted to talk about was actually about the enemy.

"The metal descendants of the Necrontyr have serious conflicts with each other, which means that there are not just two hostile faction commanders within them, Szarak and Imotek."

"So I think it's possible to use other factions within them to end the war and solve many problems once and for all."

Qin Mo said and thought.

Guilliman also thought about it, but he thought it was not feasible: "Those descendants of the Necrontyr hate flesh and blood creatures with souls, and supporting one faction and fighting another will not change this."

"What if we can turn them back into creatures with souls?" Qin Mo said.

After hearing this, Guilliman's brain was spinning at high speed. After thinking carefully, he nodded: "If it can really be done, it is indeed feasible. But even if they become creatures with souls and stop fighting or even cooperate with us because of this favor, then They are also a race, and this ancient and powerful race will not abide by the rules dominated by humans."

"If we can really find a way to give them souls, then I will leave a backdoor to ensure that I can deprive them of it." Qin Mo said, "I have already arranged a subspace rift near the maelstrom where the reality membrane and curtain have been completely torn apart. With the lab, maybe I can find a way to give and take away souls.”

"This is safe." Guilliman's eyes fell on the ceiling, and he expressed his opinion while thinking, "I have been thinking about what this war will be like if it goes to the end. Imotek is Ben They came to exterminate us, so they will not stop fighting, even if humans are victorious in the end... Even if the outcome of the war is put aside, the war itself has caused trauma to the real universe. On one side are ancient races with advanced technology, and on the other side are stars God help, what’s the difference between this and the battle in heaven?”

Qin Mo agreed very much with what Guilliman said.

Eventually, he too made a decision.

"I will look for a way to give souls. If it is feasible, I will create something that can not only deprive souls but also destroy them as a means of suppressing the situation."

"But we still have to win the war, even if it's just a stalemate, and at least destroy a few dynasties. Because pure favor cannot achieve pure gratitude."

"Of course, there may be no way to give souls at all, so we have to plan for the worst case scenario, that is, a tragic victory for mankind. At that time, we will need backup forces to repair the wounds caused by the war and resist the invasion of the dark gods. ”

Qin Mo considered all possibilities.

And when he mentioned the need for backup, Guilliman suddenly felt as if he was facing the same situation as he had been at some point ten thousand years ago.

At that time, it was necessary to consider the possibility that Terra had been captured by the rebels. In order to give mankind a chance to breathe and rise again, the Second Empire was born in Ultramar.

It's the same now.

Guilliman has begun to plan to select a part of the area far away from the front line of the war to make it prosperous and powerful, but this selected reserve force will not immediately participate in this war because it is built for the worst case scenario. The trump card at the bottom of the box.

And when the original body continued to think like this, he suddenly felt the Emperor's head quietly peeking out from behind him.