At the summit of the Himalayas.
Qin Mo sat inside a wooden cabin, perched atop a small mountain of heads from Moransen Alliance enhanced soldiers, staring ahead with a complicated expression.
The Emperor and Malcador were the focus of his attention.
The two Psychic Power masters stood facing the cabin wall, hands raised, their fingers dancing as though they were programming on a virtual interface.
Qin Mo had watched for quite a while. One movement of their fingers probably meant summoning lightning over a certain area, or completing the repeated teleportation of an Adeptus Custodes.
He also knew what the two of them were doing.
They had the Adeptus Custodes carry the Moransen Alliance soldiers' heads to the lairs of various warlords and chieftains, display the heads to them, then summon those people to the Himalayas.
It sounded simple enough, but the Emperor and Malcador's operation was anything but simple.
They had to create an atmosphere, teleporting the Adeptus Custodes toward their destinations amid roaring thunder and lightning. Naturally, they also had to teleport the heads beneath Qin Mo's backside into the Custodes' hands.
After all, the Adeptus Custodes had too many places to visit and too many rulers to meet. Carrying too many heads would make them look like butchers, so the Emperor and Malcador had no choice but to remain here in the Himalayas, creating a thunderous spectacle while teleporting both heads and Custodes.
"You two really know how to make a production of things." Qin Mo casually picked up a head and tossed it to Malcador, who was reaching out to him.
After tracing an arc through the air, the head was caught by Malcador and teleported away.
Qin Mo picked up another head, preparing to throw it to the Emperor, but the Emperor did not need