Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

In the twelfth area of ​​​​the lower nest, more than 30,000 soldiers commanded by Stinger gathered here. They were all those who survived the dimensional teleportation attack.

Communications were disrupted after the Sting Ritual released interference, but these survivors were still rejoicing because they now no longer had to worry about enemies poking out of the corners of their bodies.

"Now! Retreat!"

"Kill all the wounded without giving the enemy a chance to interrogate the intelligence!"

The survivors were doing things in a chaotic manner under the mobilization of the officers. Some were arranged to retreat, and some were forced to stay and execute the wounded.

When most people had already poured out of the blocks and rushed outside District 12, those who were left to execute the wounded couldn't wait any longer. They gave up the idea of ​​using rifles and directly chose to use the only weapons they had. A weapon that can kill a group of people - Molotov cocktails.

After dealing with the wounded, everyone embarked on the path of retreat. It was not so orderly. Some soldiers were deceived by officers into taking a path completely opposite to the retreat direction, and some officers were deceived by their own soldiers and stayed behind.

But no matter what, these people left Area 12 and walked on the road from the lower nest to the upper nest. As the hope of escape got closer and closer, smiles gradually appeared on the faces of the soldiers.

Until a reconnaissance drone suddenly flew over everyone's head.

"Plane! Plane!"

"We're fucked!"

Miserable cries broke out in the team, until someone yelled through a loudspeaker: "The transmission has been interfered with, they can't catch up right away!"

This voice comforted many people, and everyone continued to move forward.

Until they marched to a clearing.

First, the people at the front of the team stopped, then the people on the left and right sides stopped, and the people at the back didn't understand why these idiots didn't continue on their way, until the people at the back accidentally saw someone coming from behind. Energy rift.

A large number of troops were teleported around the team of 30,000 survivors. Some of them were closer and some were farther away, but no matter where they were after the teleportation, they could block anyone's escape route.

When Aiken led his group to teleport, he saw that the 30,000 survivors were completely piled up together. These people obviously felt from the bottom of their hearts that no more troops would teleport near them, and now they were stunned where they were. Ground, in despair and fear not knowing how to react.

"These idiots look like a group of people fleeing the country," Duncan said over the communication channel.

"The enemies we have killed so far seem to be vanguards. If they send their main force next, we will have a tough battle to fight."

"We'll talk about the rest later. Now let's deal with the person in front of us first."

Duncan listened to his colleagues in the tank and tapped the tank gunner to signal him to fire.

The gunner nodded, turned the muzzle, aimed at the enemy, and fired.

When the cannonball is launched and flies under the drone that generates the gravity shield, the gravity shield is briefly and quickly closed to allow the cannonball to fly out and explode among the enemy.

This was followed by other tanks opening fire, and then all the teleporting regiments opening fire.

Aiken felt that this battle was a complete execution. The 30,000 enemies had no ability to fight back at all. They couldn't even find bunkers. They were either pierced by lasers fired by the infantry or blown up by artillery shells.

After the execution, Duncan's regiment was teleported back to the bottom hive with other regiments for repairs.

…

In the fortress.

Qin Mo, who had stopped charging the teleportation device, took a rest and then discussed with Klein what to do next.

While the two were discussing, Gray pushed the prisoner into the room, and then kicked the prisoner to his knees.

"I caught an enemy deserter." Gray said, "He may be able to tell us something about the enemy."

Qin Mo immediately stood up and walked to the prisoner to check his situation carefully.

This prisoner is a soldier of the Tyrone II Planetary Defense Force, it says so on the tag on his chest.

And his face was covered with scars, which looked like old wounds, spread all over his face.

"Don't kill me..." The prisoner knelt at Qin Mo's feet, "I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

"You are willing to tell me, but I don't want to believe it." Qin Mo didn't want to listen to what Tzeentch believers said, even if what he said was true.

"What do we do with him?" Gray asked.

"I just need him to live." Qin Mo turned around and took out a teleportation protection device from the box, then modified it slightly and put it on the prisoner.

After the dimensional teleportation begins, the prisoner is sent into the dimensional passage. When he comes out on the other side of the room, he immediately falls to the ground.

The device on the prisoner only protected his body but not his soul. His vital signs were still there, but he would be in a coma forever.

This was exactly what Qin Mo wanted. He immediately made a new device on site and connected the device to the prisoner's brain.

"So we can read his memory?" Gray asked.

"Smart." Qin Mo adjusted the equipment, then put on his power armor helmet and faced the air and ordered: "Read his head."

This command is issued to the main control intelligence.

"What information do you want to know?" The main control intelligence quickly read the memory in the captive's brain and then asked.

"What do you think I want to know?" Qin Mo asked.

"According to the information read from the brains of the captives, Tyrone 2 is an industrial world. A hundred and twenty years ago, a belief called the Lord of Wisdom spread in the world, and David was the bishop of the Lord of Wisdom."

"Other information such as population was not read, because this prisoner is just an ordinary soldier, and all he knows is about the Wisdom Bishop Sect."

After listening to the report of the main control intelligence, Qin Mo thought for a moment and then asked: "What is the situation of Tailong 3 now? Isn't there also the Bishop of Wisdom sect?"

"The prisoner has no information about Tyrone Three in his mind."

"Tell me some military information."

"Received. According to the information read from the captives' minds, they were only participating in the battle as a vanguard, with the goal of wiping out all of us and the Planetary Defense Force in Tyron Hive. Note, this purpose is the captive's self when receiving the order. Speculation, for reference only.”

After listening to the military information, Qin Mo took off his power armor helmet and sat down. After thinking about it, he said to Klein: "Heresy has long been rampant on Tai Lung 2. Our galaxy is indeed a bit evil. Rebels are coming one after another. .”

"Your Majesty the Emperor, when will this fight end?" Klein sighed helplessly.

Qin Mo said nothing.

He just hopes that there are no heretics on Tyron's third planet, at least there won't be another sect that believes in Slaanesh or other similar ghosts. Otherwise, a star system-wide chicken-eating competition will begin. It’s really endless to get up.

But Qin Mo doesn't place his hope in prayer or luck. He believes that he should research an Extinction Order-level weapon to end the endless wars in the Tyrone galaxy in the future.