Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"He is a product of the alchemy of the human body."

When Qin Mo was about to leave the laboratory through the wall, the emperor finally spoke.

"A pure creation of genetic science that is free from psychic energy and subspace. I call it human alchemy."

"They will be extremely powerful. One can defeat a thousand, and they will be invincible."

In three sentences, the Emperor summed up the Custodes and his most cherished experimental subject, who would also be the experimental subject of the most powerful Custodes in the future - Constantine Valdor.

"Human body alchemy?" Qin Mo stopped and turned around to look at Waldo, "It doesn't look as powerful as the warlord's reformed warriors."

Of course what Qin Mo said was not the truth.

Qin Mo really knows how strong the Forbidden Army is and how powerful Waldo is, even better than the Emperor who is carrying out this plan.

But for a person like the emperor, if he didn't find something to say to him, he could really hold it in until Qin Mo left without saying a word.

"You judge whether the reformed warriors are strong or not based on whether they look big and strong enough?" The Emperor walked to the sleeping Waldo. "They can fight endlessly like killing machines, and they can also become a person who spreads rationality. And wise scholars, each of them is unique. How can the warlord’s transformed warriors compare with my creations?”

After hearing this, Qin Mo turned around and walked to Waldo, looking up at the little giant's face.

Then he shook his head: "Not big enough, not strong enough, and has no visual impact."

"I said, strength and size are not the basis for judging whether it is strong or not!" The emperor corrected Qin Mo's misconception very seriously, "Genetic science is also science and technology. The bigger and more bluffing the technological creation is, the stronger it will be. "

"You're right." Qin Mo nodded, then shook his head, "But he's still not big enough or strong enough."

"Do you understand what I said?" The Emperor stretched out his hands to Waldo eagerly and angrily, "You may think that the transformed warriors of those warlords are stronger than the creations I am proud of, but the fact is No, this warrior will be amazingly powerful after the complete transformation, and they won’t just be able to fight and kill.”

"Big and strong are not necessarily good." Qin Mo deliberately argued, "Big means good! Good means big!"

"You..." The emperor was speechless for a moment.

He wanted to argue further, but suddenly he realized something.

The weapons and equipment of the mortal army in the Mobile Fortress do not follow the concept that bigger is better. Those combat machines are obviously condensed to the point that they can no longer be condensed.

The infantry's standard power armor and rifles are designed based on the concept of concentrated essence, with many functions integrated into an extremely small module.

Therefore, Qin Mo will not superficially think that big is good.

So now there is only one possibility. Qin Mo is just trying to make a point, purely on purpose and absolutely not carelessly.

"I showed you even what I care about most, and you deliberately made fun of me." The Emperor said.

"I'm not looking for your amusement, I'm just too silent." Qin Mo shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face, "You can say it directly if you have anything to say, and you can also express it directly how strong your transformation warrior is. Even you In fact, there is no need to bring me over to see what you care about most. Some things can be settled by just sitting at the table, having a cup of tea, and talking.”

"You were born in Anatolia, right."

"We can sit at the table and I'll make you a cup of milk tea."

"I forgot the name of that thing. Anyway, it's a kind of milk tea. When you drink it, you rub it on the hot sand for a few times and it will look full again."

Qin Mo looked at the emperor and said.

The emperor was silent for a while and shook his head: "I was born in Anatolia, but where was the thing you mentioned when I was born? They were the new people on that land after the changes in the world. And something to drink from the Empire.”

"I just expressed one idea." Qin Mo spread his hands.

"..." The emperor was silent again.

Qin Mo looked at Waldo again: "I can tell at a glance that he is very strong, and I understand what you are saying, but you have to tell me how strong he will be, instead of waiting for me to guess what you know. , I guess you can explain it clearly in one or two sentences, but what I hate most is the Riddler."

Hearing this, the emperor sighed and looked aside.

"Don't ask Macado to come over." Qin Mo patted the jar, "If you ask him to come over to introduce you, I will leave immediately."

The Emperor's gaze was withdrawn.

He thought for a long time.

Eventually, he gave in.

"As I said, they will be very strong, but since this project is still in progress, I can't say how strong they are without test data."

"But believe me, the lackeys of the warlords you talk about are not as good as one ten thousandth of them, whether it is this warrior named Waldo or another type of super warrior lying in other incubators."

“Although this project is not completely successful, I am very proud of them!”

As he spoke, the Emperor walked to the wall, waved his hand gently, and the instruments on the wall released a projection, projecting a three-dimensional image of a set of weapons and equipment.

Those were the weapons and equipment of the Forbidden Army, Qin Mo could tell at a glance.

"The weapons and equipment prepared for them are also the best and worthy of them." The emperor said.

Qin Mo looked at the weapons and equipment of these forbidden troops: "The helmet looks like a big and rich corn, a unique agricultural product on the land of the Indians in the ancient times of Terra. If their culture has been passed down to the present, I guess they A corn helmet like this will be designed.”

"This is not a corn helmet." The Emperor frowned, "Okay, I admit it does look a bit like corn. But at this time, who else would know that there once was a crop called corn on Terra that was very similar to the helmet I designed? Besides us?"

"Yes." Qin Mo nodded.

The weapons and equipment of the Forbidden Army actually look very aesthetic, as long as you don't associate the unique helmet with corn.

But it's so similar.

Yellow color scheme, corn shape.

"Do you want me to work with you to improve weapons and equipment?" Qin Mo suddenly asked.

The emperor looked unconcerned: "I don't think so, but if you insist, then I can't refuse your kindness."

"Oh, then I won't be looking for trouble, forget it." Qin Mo took his eyes back from the weapons and equipment of the Forbidden Army.

The emperor glanced at the weapon and then looked at Qin Mo: "Your help will not be in vain. If the plan succeeds, I will help you transform a few warriors or military generals that you trust very much."

"So you still want my help." Qin Mo smiled, "If you have anything to say next time, just say it, okay?"

The emperor looked away and hesitated: "Okay."