Gene Stealers

Within the illusion, Qin Mo wandered among the stars.

He drew energy from stars and devoured the intelligent life within stellar systems.

This life went on for a long time, until Qin Mo arrived at a fringe star system in a galaxy and suddenly saw a beam of light.

The light shattered the dimensions within the star system and dragged him inside. The intense surge of energy even tore apart his sense of self.

The pain of his consciousness being torn apart woke Qin Mo. He broke free from the illusion, opened his eyes, and looked around.

Gun smoke was gradually dispersing around him, and he could vaguely see rebels closing in.

The air reeked of gunpowder.

Qin Mo's first reaction after waking was not to run or hide, but to search his pockets for his diary. Then, to his dismay, he found that not only could he not find the diary, he could not even find the pocket that had held it.

His entire pair of trousers had been blasted to shreds.

Qin Mo lay in the trench, feeling through metal fragments as he prayed to the Emperor, praying that the Lord of Humanity would bless him and help him find the thing most precious to him.

The Lord of Humanity upon the Golden Throne seemed to have truly favored Qin Mo.

Qin Mo finally found his diary, though only one hundredth of it remained.

The thick diary had been blown apart until only one page was left, and nearly half of even that page had been burned away.

"No... no!"

Qin Mo was heartbroken.

He could rewrite the memories recorded in the diary, but he had been carrying it before he crossed into this world. It had come here with him, and it was the last gift his mother had bought him when he was seven.

"Attack, attack!"

"For the Lord of Evolution!"

"For our Savior!"

The cries reached Qin Mo's ears. The rebels had already reached the edge of the trench.

Soon, the ground began to tremble faintly, accompanied by the grinding clatter of treads. This proved that the rebels had not brought infantry alone; they had tanks as well.

Qin Mo rolled the remaining half-page into his trousers, rose to his feet, and glared furiously at the Rebel soldiers.

These Rebel soldiers were all Gene Stealers, hybrid offspring of Tyranids and humans.

The freaks looked terrifying, but Qin Mo was not afraid. He only wanted to teach them a lesson.

At that moment, Kalon found him as well.

Kalon moved through the position with speed no old man should have possessed, using Psychic Power to ward off incoming bullets as he tried to get as close to Qin Mo as possible.

When fifty meters still separated them, Kalon used Psychic Power to send a key toward Qin Mo. "Quick, unlock your Psychic Suppressor Collar!"

But he was still too late. Before the key reached Qin Mo, Rebel soldiers had already swallowed him up.

Yet in the next second, a sea of fire erupted from among the Rebel soldiers in every direction. Dozens of rebels around Qin Mo, along with the key flying toward him, were all burned into charcoal.

Qin Mo floated two meters above the ground. Flames surged from his eyes, while currents of electricity raced over his body.

The label on the Psychic Suppressor Collar reading Prisoner 444 was burning.

The Rebel soldiers immediately concentrated their fire on Qin Mo. The tank manufactured by the rebels also stopped advancing and turned its turret toward him.

As the target of everyone's attacks, Qin Mo did not evade. He raised his hands toward the rebels, releasing flames from one palm and lightning from the other. Both methods of attack were incredibly effective, clearing everything swept by fire and lightning.

The tank preparing to attack did not escape either. The metal on its turret twisted and warped, and the ammunition rack once housed inside its hull was pulled free through the distorted metal before lightning struck it and detonated it.

The turret shattered, and towering flames burst from the hull into the sky.

"..." Kalon, watching from the sidelines, swore he had never seen anything like this in his life.

A Psyker wearing a Psychic Suppressor Collar was slaughtering enemies with his Psychic Power.

Although the Psychic Suppressor Collars produced by the Tyran System were relatively outdated, the fact that they could be submitted to the Imperium as Tithe was enough to prove that they were capable of suppressing Psychic Power.

"Retreat!" Burl shouted at Kalon. "While he's delaying the enemy's advance!"

"We can't retreat! We have to hold our ground!" Kalon turned and roared at Burl. "We don't even know whether the line has been breached. If we retreat..."

Kalon was blown to death before he could finish speaking.

Cause of death: He had failed to notice a nearby Rebel soldier carrying a bomb, who happened to be struck by lightning released by Qin Mo.

Seeing Kalon's body parts and his scepter flying toward him, Burl did not hesitate. He immediately fled with his guard.

Burl's personal vehicle was a Centaur APC, just large enough to hold him and his private guard.

There were eight guards in total, all clad in Power Armor. They were few in number, but they were never meant to charge into battle. Protecting their master was more than enough.

With the situation so urgent, Burl did not wait for a guard to open the door for him. He rushed to the APC, yanked open the door, and climbed in at the same time.

But after Burl sat down, he suddenly saw someone inside the APC.

The person looked human, except his legs were very long, and he was crouched on the floor eating the driver.

The two stared at each other in an extremely awkward silence.

Two seconds later, the "person" screamed and lunged at Burl.

Burl swung his Chainsword in panic. His guards did not dare fire and could only try to rush over and pull the two apart, but they discovered that the strange man was immensely strong. A whole crowd struggled together, dragging and being dragged from inside the vehicle to the outside.

The scene was utter chaos.

It was not only chaotic around the APC; the entire position was in chaos.

The soldiers fought in groups of three or five, each on their own. Some soldiers found comrades in the trench ahead of them, while enemies had somehow appeared in the trench behind them.

Some soldiers fought with their heads down, only to discover that they had become mixed in among Rebel soldiers.

Others were suddenly pinned down by Stubber fire and were about to curse the Stubber gunner as an idiot, only to realize that Rebel soldiers were operating the Stubbers in the rear.

Part of the reason for this chaos was that the regiment had been caught unprepared by a surprise attack, but the greater reason was Qin Mo moving through the rebels and completely disrupting their tactics and formations.

After dodging a shell and blowing up another enemy tank in return, Qin Mo swiftly surveyed the situation across the entire position and realized that he could not hold out much longer fighting alone.

Unleashing Psychic Power at full strength had already exhausted Qin Mo.

"The bunker in the center of the position!" Qin Mo shouted to his own soldiers.

His cry was immediately drowned out by the roar of artillery.

Qin Mo could only replace words with action. He charged toward his own soldiers and helped them break free one by one.

They needed no verbal orders to know whom they should follow now. They fought onward through the path Qin Mo opened, joining up with other friendly soldiers, repeating the process until more than two hundred survivors had gathered together once again.

In the end, the survivors charged with Qin Mo toward the bunker at the center of the position.

The bunker was only half built and had no roof yet, but it at least had walls and fixed Stubbers for cover.