Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Two days later.

Qin Mo raised his hands to create the sixth piece of power armor, and at the same time used his mind to control the spoon to scoop out the food from the lunch box and feed it to his mouth.

Then he discovered that he was actually biased against this kind of food before, and it was unnecessary to be hungry for two days. This kind of food tasted far more delicious and easier to accept than he imagined.

While eating the food, Qin Mo also gained insight into how this thing was made.

First of all, of course, are all the remains of creatures that can be found on the battlefield, or the corpses of some terrible creatures in the ruins of the bottom nest, such as giant spiders and so on.

Then the logistics machinery responsible for food supply, commanded by the master intelligence, will purify the remains, extract the nutrients and biological tissues, and combine them together.

These foods originally have no taste, but the logistics machinery will be taught by the master intelligence how to synthesize taste factors and use harmless chemicals to combine delicious flavors and add them to the food.

"According to statistics compiled by three logistics machines, this food has a favorable rating of 100%. More than 70% of the soldiers found themselves more powerful or recovered faster from their wounds after eating it."

"These data have been incorporated into the data core to provide reference conditions for subsequent optimization of the food supply process."

The voice of the main control intelligence came from the communicator in Qin Mo's ear.

This is a routine report. After all, although Qin Mo hopes that the main control intelligence can be used freely, he must know what it has done.

"How is the intelligence work going?" Qin Mo asked.

"The manufactured drones have been dispersed. At this moment, it has been found that forty-two positions still exist. Eighteen of them are facing a fierce attack by the rebels, and three positions are about to be breached. ."

"Including the defenders on your position, there are a total of 357,231 people alive."

"If you want to support these positions, I will calculate the best support plan for you."

Qin Mo was very surprised when he heard that there were more than 357,000 people alive.

According to the information he had previously received from Klein, the marshal only sent out 50,000 people to establish a defense line before feeling that something was wrong.

So where did 300,000 of the 350,000 people come from?

"There is a settlement in the bottom nest called Cato." The main control intelligence said what it learned.

"Oh, no wonder." Qin Mo suddenly realized, picked up the power armor helmet and put it on his head, "Calculate the best rescue plan for me."

A three-dimensional map immediately appeared on the HUD in the visor, and all existing positions were visually displayed on the map, marked with different colors according to the current situation.

The positions where the situation is not too critical are green, the positions where the situation is critical but there are many survivors who can hold on for a while are orange, and the positions where the situation is critical but the number of survivors are small are red.

The main control intelligence plans a route between the red positions. As long as you follow this route, you can support each position as quickly as possible.

"Two of these red positions can be relieved by firepower drones. Only the Cato settlement located a thousand kilometers due west requires your personal support." The main control intelligence said, "I need you to provide firepower drones. access to the phone, if you agree."

"I agree." Qin Mo nodded in agreement.

Then on the map he saw, four firepower drones took off from the 47th Regiment's station and quickly flew towards the two red positions except the Cato settlement.

"It's time for me to set off." Qin Mo stood up and looked down at the sixth power armor he had just built. Then he suddenly felt empty. In his eyes, this power armor was no longer such a perfect masterpiece.

During this period of research and manufacturing, Qin Mo discovered that he was not forced to do R\u0026D and manufacturing by beliefs or difficulties, but that he really liked doing it.

When technical difficulties that ordinary people need to spend their lives to overcome are overcome, and when creations that cannot be produced by the most advanced engineering technology are born in their hands, Qin Mo feels happy and satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

But when technical difficulties are completely overcome and manufacturing is as easy as eating and drinking, this kind of happiness no longer exists.

Qin Mo is eager to create more advanced and powerful creations, and this desire also allows him to understand that the power he uses comes from a star god who likes to create.

"There are more important things to do now." Qin Mo suppressed his desire for creation and curiosity, and ordered Gray through the communicator: "Call Tuoer over, his power armor is ready."

"Are we going out to fight?" Gray asked.

"Of course." Qin Mo nodded, "We need to rush to a settlement called Cato immediately."

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Cato Settlement is a small city in the Underhive.

Bounty hunters in the city will search for ancient relics in inaccessible places in the Undernest. Gangsters have built "factories" in the city to produce weapons or other prohibited items, while civilians provide services to the former two in exchange for money and food. .

Qin Mo had heard a little bit about this settlement, and he thought it had fallen long ago.

When he arrived at the main road in the city, where the fighting was fiercest, he found two thousand Planetary Defense Force soldiers stationed on the road.

"It's one of our own!"

When the soldiers saw the double-headed eagle scepter in Qin Mo's hand, they immediately realized that he was here to help.

"Hold on." Qin Mo ordered the other soldiers, and then looked at the officers in the nearby trenches. "As far as I know, there are two thousand of you, but almost all of you are on the main road. The battles in other parts of the city are Who’s fighting?”

The officer immediately answered: "Yes..."

Just when the officer said a word, a car suddenly roared from behind the position and drove to Qin Mo, attracting his attention.

Qin Mo turned around and saw that it was a pickup-like vehicle with a black cloth covering the bed.

When the car stopped, five civilians stepped out.

This is a family, a husband and wife with three children.

"This is the front line, what are you doing here?" Qin Mo asked.

"Come to support these losers." The man glanced at the soldiers, then jumped on the truck and pulled off the black cloth.

Under the black cloth is a four-gun heavy logging gun.

The man began to adjust the shooting angle of the logging gun so that it was aimed at the rebels far ahead of the main road, while his wife and children fetched bullet boxes and skillfully attached ammunition chains to the logging gun.

After the preparations were completed, the man immediately controlled the logging gun to shoot at the rebels, while his wife and children ran back to the car and took out the laser rifle equipped with a scope to join the battle.

The smallest girl among them is only a little taller than a rifle, but she is already able to snipe enemies skillfully.

"As you can see." The soldier was quite helpless. "Most of the battles in the city are carried out by the militia."

"The people of Dichao are honest and simple, and they live up to their reputation." Qin Mo now knew why the city did not fall.

Those who are powerless in the bottom nest have long been eliminated by the environment here.