Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Speaking of the Cadian people, Grote thought for a while and said, "I heard that Creed didn't shout that Cadia will stand before he died. It's unbelievable."

"It's normal." Qin Mo said with a normal face, "His long-cherished wish is to see the moment when the Eye of Fear is closed. When that moment comes, the fate of the Cadian people will no longer be what it used to be. The era is over and the era of eternal war is here.”

"It's true," Groat recalled the Cadian war cry during the war against the Necron.

It is no longer standing still, but the will to fight is everlasting.

Neither Qin Mo nor Grote wanted to talk too much about other people during this meeting, so they stopped talking about Cardia.

Qin Mo talked about Grote's own affairs: "I heard from Gray that you went to a boxing match without a prosthetic body? After the battle for Tianwei, you almost turned your whole body into a prosthetic body. How did you fight in a boxing match without a prosthetic body?"

"It's very simple, just replace it with a prosthetic body that's at the level of a normal person." Grote replied with a smile.

"That is a weakening for you. After all, your original body is far superior to ordinary people." Qin Mo shook his head with a smile.

Grote didn't hesitate: "If I don't change to a weaker body, which young man would be willing to fight with an old bastard in the boxing ring, and then be beaten by that old bastard to the ground with his teeth on the ground and holding the referee's thigh. Crying and admitting defeat.”

"Well, the people who were beaten to death by you probably never thought that such a fierce guy like you would help others take care of their children in their free time." Qin Mo tugged on the big ears of the child in his arms.

The child didn't know who he was holding yet, he just thought he was a friendly junior of Grandpa Grote.

Then Qin Mo took out two bottles of carbonated drinks from his arms like a magic trick, one for the child and one for himself.

Grote stroked the child's head and said sadly: "The wound on my face scared the child so much that he hugged his mother's legs and cried until he couldn't stand up. It took a lot of effort for me to establish a good relationship with the child. It took a lot of effort. I bought about ten tyrons of snacks, toys and clothes for several years. Fortunately, my neighbors and their parents are not people who judge people by appearance, otherwise they would not let me get close to their children.”

"You like children, why didn't you give birth to one yourself? Or you could go to Taimo to be an artificial heir or something." Qin Mo asked.

Grote was silent for a while before speaking: "Genes like mine should not be passed down."

Hearing this, Qin Mo raised his head and looked at Grote.

He realizes that Grote still has self-destructive tendencies.

During the Tyrone Unification War, Grote left the Guards and joined the Tyrone Army, not because he was drafted, but because he wanted to die in the war.

He was afraid that he would become a butcher like his brother, carrying a clay figure called the Brave Champion and killing people everywhere.

He believed it was a genetic problem, as did his father. He once witnessed his father biting the heads of a dozen gang members from their necks in the street in Xiachao.

But Qin Mo knew that it was the influence of the Blood God.

But I didn’t say it directly at the time.

Qin Mo believes in frank and simple and direct communication, but that's because he thinks it's beneficial.

If confessing would only make Groat aware of Khorne's existence and further influenced by Khorne, then he wouldn't say it.

When necessary, ignorance is a kind of protection from the most terrifying so-called "blessings" in the real universe and even the subspace.

Of course, Groat soon learned about his brother, but he still believed that it was impossible for his brother to be affected by Khorne and that it had nothing to do with genes.

"..." Qin Mo was silent and threw out the half-empty bottle of drink.

Grote instantly stood up to catch the bottle that had fallen out of his hands, and then drank it all himself. After finishing the drink, he said: "What I fear most now is waste."

"Why?" Qin Mo asked.

Grote pointed to the empty drink bottle: "This bottle of drink belongs to food, and the iconic feature of food is that it is too cheap. A person can only earn a thousand Talon trading points a month in Talon's slightly barren world, but these four The transaction points of 1,000 are enough for him to buy enough carbonated drinks for half a lifetime, which means that the price of this food is not appropriate.”

Qin Mo tilted his head and looked at Grote, listening to this impression of a fierce man talking about the economy of culture.

"I'm still talking about the common people in Tyrone's barren world. A common person's hourly wage can be used to buy food for a solar month, and if he is willing to choose chemically synthesized food, he can buy more."

"I simply can't imagine that people in the agricultural world grow food and pay taxes on their food, and sell it to agricultural companies in the galaxy at low prices, and then the companies process it into extremely cheap food... choose to engage in The harvest money earned by those in the farming industry may not even cover the cost of farming.”

Grote became very serious and serious as he spoke, pointing to himself: "Suppose I really took root in that barbaric world, farmed and lived every day, and eventually my labor turned into the extremely cheap food I mentioned, I might I really can’t survive.”

After hearing these words, Qin Mo first frowned and thought, and then asked a question: "When you went to open up that wild world, did you plan to cultivate the land there and plant food at sunrise and sunset?"

Grote was stunned for a moment.

"No, normal farmers should take loans to buy agricultural machinery or a systematic planting model, and then they will plant high-priced crops that must be cultivated using soil." Qin Mo gestured and said, "They will drive huge agricultural machinery like knights and walk on the ground. On the field ridges, intelligent machines will never stop planting the vast fields that farmers count by hectare.”

Grote was in a trance.

"If you farm like humans in the pre-space age, you can still make money by growing some of the raw materials for the medicines we use. If you grow food, you might as well produce and sell it yourself." Qin Mo said, "Don't you even Did you go to that wild world to open up fields without even inspecting it?"

Grote was stunned for another two seconds and slapped the back of his head: "I shouldn't have gone to that barbaric world on a whim..."

"You have been a soldier all your life. You should work as a consultant for a security company, and you should work as a testing supervisor for a weapons design company... But you should not do things that you don't understand and have no experience with." Qin Mo looked helpless. .

Grote also had to admit that Qin Mo was right: "I originally planned to work in my sister's bank, but the housing loan business she was responsible for has long been discontinued, and she has resigned... Forget it, I won't be able to work even if I don't work. I can live comfortably, but after struggling all my life, I suddenly don’t want to struggle anymore.”

It was difficult for Qin Mo to nod his head in disapproval.

He felt so too.

If the old guy is willing, this former field marshal can go to the Tyrone War Department as a consultant, have a gorgeous office, ride a float to get off work, and point fingers at the juniors in the War Department.

Grote had already thought about how he would live in his later years, and he would not discuss the matter again.

Aging eyes fell on Qin Mo's face.

In a daze, Grote felt that he was in the bottom nest of Tyrone One, looking up in the trench at this young man who planned to lead six people to fight to the death against the gene stealers.

Grote breaks out of his trance and begins to think about his life.

Finally, he sighed to Qin Mo.

"There are two things I regret most in my life."

"First, back in the bottom nest, Prisoner No. 444 was sent to the position to dig trenches with hot melt tools. I yelled at him like an idiot with a rage disorder, and then after he rescued me, I After taking my life, I was so ashamed that I wanted to die.”

Qin Mo remembered what happened at that time and shook his head with a smile. He didn't care.

"Second, I am no longer a guard."