Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

After Gray took another person out for reconnaissance, the remaining people either continued to watch Qin Mo perform creation magic, or looked for other potentially useful things on the battlefield.

It turns out that the search just now was still too general, and many things on the position were not collected.

For example, the power armor worn by Bull's guard soldiers.

These power armors have been torn into pieces and look like tatters at first glance, which is why they were missed before.

"I don't know where Chief Bull went, but all his guards were killed. I found the only piece of power armor that was still intact." Each of the two soldiers walked to Qin Mo holding half of the power armor and placed it on the ground. .

Then someone asked: "Do we need to go find Boole?"

"It's not necessary." Qin Mo stared at the power armor and shook his head slowly, then patted the chain sword on his waist, "His chain sword is in my hand, and he himself should have become a torn piece on the battlefield. His biological organization must have been destroyed, and the Emperor doesn’t even know where he has gone.”

After saying that, Qin Mo focused on studying the power armor in front of him.

Almost as soon as he saw the power armor, the principle and structure of this thing appeared in Qin Mo's mind. This power armor is the export product of the Tyrone galaxy in addition to population and psychic collars.

These power armors are all handmade by the craftsman family of the Hive in the Hive City. The power armor is called Richardon-1. This thing is very expensive, but its performance is estimated to be the worst among the power armors used by mortals in the entire human empire.

"Can you make this?"

When a soldier asked Qin Mo, everyone else present turned their eyes to Qin Mo, expecting him to say yes.

Although the power armor produced by the Richan family is not great, it is still power armor.

Qin Mo said nothing, still staring at the power armor.

The structure of this power armor and the secret technology passed down from generation to generation of the Richan family it is applied to are like children's toys to Qin Mo. He can not only imitate but also improve.

However, Qin Mo cared more about the horrific wounds on the power armor than the power armor itself.

What penetrated the power armor was not bullets or lasers, but sharp claws. The chest of the power armor was inlaid with twenty millimeters of alloy armor to protect the heart, and it was torn to pieces.

This proves that a relatively pure-blooded gene stealer participated in the melee just now.

The purer the bloodline among the Genestealers, the stronger they are. Not to mention tearing apart power armor, they can even tear through the Terminator armor worn by elite space warriors.

"We have to be careful." Qin Mo looked up at the soldiers, "If you see an enemy crawling on the ground without weapons, you must turn on the gravity shield immediately and notify me."

"Yes." The soldiers nodded in unison. But they didn't understand why Qin Mo's mind jumped so fast, suddenly jumping from the power armor to the enemy.

"I can imitate this kind of power armor, but these junks are no longer usable. Let's wait until we find more metal materials in the future." Qin Mo added.

Not just power armor.

In Qin Mo's vision, he would use his scientific research talents to arm the entire team as much as possible, regardless of the cost.

Because the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Planetary Defense Force can only be said to be stronger than that of civilians, and it is very likely that more soldiers will not be found for a long time in the future, then the combat effectiveness of these few people can only be enhanced through weapons and equipment.

"We found friendly forces!" Gray rushed back and shouted to Qin Mo.

"Let's go." Qin Mo put his gravity shield on his back and turned around to leave the position.

…

at the same time.

One kilometer due north of the 44th Regiment's position, local Planetary Defense Force soldiers were fighting the rebels.

The soldiers were stationed in a ten-story metal building. Most were assigned to guard the front and back entrances of the building, while the rest stood by the windows on each floor and fired at the rebels.

By analyzing the intelligence provided by the scouts, the officers concluded that the rebels had at least 20,000 people, twenty times more than their own side.

If it hadn't been for the sudden and inexplicable retreat of most of the rebels, the number of people attacking the building would have at least tripled or even quadrupled.

The rebel soldiers looked weird and there were many monsters mixed in, but they were not stupid. Their infantry surrounded the tanks and pushed forward under the hail of bullets.

Every ten meters of advancement, the tank would stop, turn the turret, and fire a shot at the window of the building.

The shells sometimes hit the metal walls and bounced off, and sometimes they were lucky enough to hit the windows.

After gradually marching to a position 70 meters away from the main entrance of the building, the tank no longer shot at the windows, but turned the turret to aim at the main entrance and fired.

There are a large number of bulletproof bunkers in the lobby on the first floor. Even if the shells are hit, they will not be able to hurt the people hiding behind the bunkers, but they will be unable to lean out from behind the bunkers to fight back.

"Attack, attack!" A commander with a big purple head opened the hatch and came out, shouting orders to the surrounding soldiers.

After watching the soldiers leave the perimeter of the tank and rush towards the main entrance, the commander got into the car and personally operated the tank gun and aimed it at the main entrance.

He saw soldiers rushing into the first floor and then being cut into pieces by logging guns suddenly raised from behind the bunker.

The commander smiled and fired, and the shells shot into the first floor and exploded. After the explosion, all the people and heavy weapons who stood up to fight back behind the bunker were destroyed by shrapnel.

"For the Evolutionary Sect!" the commander shouted enthusiastically.

But just when he was about to completely clear the first floor in the same way, he suddenly heard a woman's voice suddenly appear in his mind.

"A psyker and five other people suddenly joined the fight. The troops you deployed at the back door did not stop them. They had already entered the building."

This is a reminder from the bishop of the Evolutionary Sect.

The commander made an agreement with the bishop before the war, that is, as the commander, he can personally drive the tank to join the battle, but he must retreat immediately if he receives psychic communication.

"I will retreat immediately." The commander tapped the driver's shoulder, "Back off, brother."

The tank went from slowly advancing to slowly retreating.

The commander stared at the first floor inside the main entrance with a sight glass and was ready to fire at any time.

Soon he saw six people running directly from behind the bunker. The leader of them held a chain sword in his right hand and a scepter in his left hand. He looked like a psyker.

"Go to hell." The commander fired decisively.

Qin Mo, who was running, immediately raised his scepter, temporarily distorting the physical laws of the cannonball.

Then the cannonball that passed through the barrel suddenly stopped, then changed from forward to backward, flew back into the barrel and exploded.

The commander sitting in the tank was not injured because a psychic barrier was in front of him.

The commander and ammunition rack survived while the crew was blown to pieces.

"There are psykers." Qin Mo continued running and began to scan all enemies within sight, looking for the rebel psykers.

While searching for the rebel psyker, Qin Mo approached the tank and activated the gravity shield, instantly crushing the tank into a flat piece of metal.