Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Outside the western border of the Tyrone Sector.

The Belis Corona Sector and Talon co-manage the trade world.

Lower the nest.

Under the black artificial sky filled with stars, in the park, a projection device is projecting the image of a woman onto the open space of the square.

This woman is not very beautiful, but she is very charming. Wearing the traditional costume of the Belis Corona region.

This is clearly a star.

After the star was projected into the square, what he told everyone was not a preview of his new movie, but a kind of publicity of a public welfare nature.

"The Eye of Terror has been closed. Is the Bellis Corona sector, as the area around the Eye of Terror, completely safe? No!"

"Enemy Space Marines have sneaked into the star sector. These bastards have engaged in a series of criminal activities such as robbery, assassination, chemical smuggling, etc., and they are particularly talented in this business, and all their abilities exceed those of Corona. The most vicious gang in the most brutal hive in the area.”

"Are we helpless with the intrusion of these hostile Astartes? Of course not."

"Throne bless you. Fortunately, these fools will try to steal the chemicals that the Tyrones sell with tracking structures on their molecular bonds."

"Immediately apply for a tracking device from the Hive City Legal Department, wear the tracking device, collect short-range signals from the chemical tracking structure, wait for the people from the Legal Department to chase those super criminals, and then wait to wear the Outstanding Emperor's Chosen Medal at the award ceremony. Thank you for your contribution to the safety of Xia nest.”

Having said this, the star raised his hand and pointed at the people in the square and continued to say what he had already recorded.

"Remember, tracking devices are provided free of charge to the people of Tyrone. If anyone from the Legal Department charges you any money for a tracking device, file a complaint with them."

The star's projection flickered a few times, then started playing again from the beginning.

This method of inviting big figures from the hive world to do publicity is always considered effective.

In the square, a man who watched the public service announcement took out the tracking device he had just applied for from the Ministry of Justice.

This thing that looks like a ring automatically pops up the interface after being looked at by a man.

The man originally took a look at it on a whim, but when he glanced at the content displayed on the interface, he was suddenly stunned for a second.

There is a red dot displayed on the interface, and that red dot overlaps with his coordinate position marked on the interface.

After a brief daze, the man lowered his head and looked down the fountain drain hole.

A dozen tall people in black robes, each carrying a large bucket, were running wildly through the huge pipeline built many years ago in the Lower Nest.

"Mo Lan!" someone carrying a chemical barrel shouted, "There are only two barrels left to deal with! Hurry!"

Hearing the shouts, Mo Lan stooped and limped towards the shouting battle brothers, then opened the chemical barrel behind the battle brothers and injected the medicine he prepared into it.

Molan calls his medicine chemical EMP. It can be used to cover the tracking structure connected to the molecular bonds of the chemical substances produced by the Tailon people, so that the tracking structure composed of molecules cannot even send short-range signals to the outside.

After injecting one barrel, there is still one barrel left. As long as the last drop of medicine can be injected into the last barrel, the short-range signal will be completely blocked in a short period of time, and any tracking device worn by anyone will be unable to capture the location of the chemical.

Then he returned to the base and used the chemical equipment obtained from the Imperials to completely decompose the tracking structure in the barrels of chemicals.

"The last bucket." Mo Lan trembled and groaned, gently pointed the container storing the medicine at the hole drilled by violence on the chemical barrel, and then stretched out his fingers to press lightly...

boom--

The explosion that suddenly appeared next to Mo Lan blocked Mo Lan's work of releasing the medicine.

The explosion was obviously not caused by some kind of military explosive ammunition, but by impact missiles that were only allowed to be used in densely populated worlds like the hive.

This missile is only the size of a bullet and can produce an extremely strong shock wave after being launched.

Molan and a dozen of his brothers were blown down together, but the strong bodies of the Space Marines allowed them to recover quickly.

The people who were blown away were all carrying chemical barrels on their backs. After they recovered, their first reaction was not to check their own bodies, but to immediately check the chemical barrels behind them. When they found that the chemical barrels were unharmed, they felt lucky and felt sad in their hearts. Quatarlon's man-made barrels are tough enough.

In any case, it is obviously unwise to worry about the chemical barrel first in this situation.

At the bottom of the huge pipe and in front of Mo Lan and his group, among the diffuse smoke, a heavy stamping sound first came out of the smoke, and then a tall iron man came out.

Red and blue lights flash alternately on Iron Man's left and right shoulders, and a large number of riot weapons are integrated into his two arms.

The lack of anti-personnel weapons does not make Mo Lan feel relaxed, because the reason why this iron man will not use anti-personnel weapons is that it will not affect the innocent people in the hive, and when it comes time to use anti-personnel weapons...

This Iron Man is itself a destructive weapon.

Mo Lan and his group were so afraid of the Iron Man that they did not rush to resist or escape.

The steps Iron Man needed to complete also prevented him from continuing to attack immediately.

A cold, simulated voice similar to that of a human woman emanated from Iron Man's sound-producing device.

"Tylon and Bailey Corona jointly manage the trading world, under the Chemical Inspection and Control Bureau, Security Iron Man No. 48."

The Iron Man's ID was projected by a tiny device on his shoulder, with the random hardware number that the Iron Man received when he left the factory marked on it.

"The scan results show that you are a roving space warrior gang named Sons of Joy in the information database of the Department of Justice of the Hive Empire. This time you stole the controlled chemical - artificial beta non-isohydroxytryptamine."

"Before that, you committed multiple crimes such as murder and robbery. My colleagues and I will not inform you of the results of your sentence on the spot, but as a friendly reminder, I expect that the sentence you will receive will be direct execution."

"Now I will provide you with a choice."

After saying that, the security iron man projected a projection with options.

It showed two options: accept arrest and refuse arrest.

Molan raised her eyebrows, thought about it, and finally reached out and clicked the option of "refuse arrest".

"Refuse arrest, be executed on the spot!"

"Execution agreement initiated!"

The voice of the security iron man suddenly turned into a deep and fierce male voice, with red light emitting from his body, and his whole body unfolded. All non-lethal weapons were hidden, replaced by the swords and power claws that the security iron man had when he left the factory.

Molan panicked. The last time he refused arrest, he was just beaten up and arrested, but this time was obviously different.

"We accept! Accept!" someone shouted.

The red light on the security iron man dissipated, and the non-lethal weapons were extended again.

Afterwards, a circular hole was cut out above the heads of the crowd, and armed personnel wearing heavy power armor jumped down from the cut one after another, saying nothing, holding electric batons and beating Molan and others violently.

At the same time, in the distance.

On a certain high tower.

The "bat" with a height of nearly five meters squatted on the horizontal bar, quietly observing everything with his amazing eyesight.