Tyran Special Insecticide

"Don't... don't be rash..."

"I... do you want to know anything else..."

Vanessa couldn't get into Qin Mo's head, so she didn't know what to say to calm him down.

Qin Mo didn't react. His hands became scorching hot, waves of heat distorting the space around them.

"Gene... Patriarch... its psychic power... I interfered with it..."

After Vanessa said this in a moment of inspiration, Qin Mo released her, letting her fall to the ground.

"You interfered with the Gene Stealer Patriarch's psychic power? Who are you?" Qin Mo seemed to hear a joke.

That was a Gene Stealer Patriarch.

But Qin Mo not continuing his attack proved he genuinely wanted to hear the details.

Vanessa sat on the ground and coughed for a while. After catching her breath, she explained, "You and your guards carried out a decapitation strike. I was hiding nearby at the time. I used my psychic power to interfere with the Patriarch, preventing it from unleashing psychic attacks on you."

Then, Vanessa went on to describe the situation on the battlefield in detail, even specifying how Qin Mo fought, hoping to prove that she was indeed the one who interfered with the Patriarch's psychic power.

Hearing all these details that even he couldn't articulate, Qin Mo was very surprised, but he still suspected if Vanessa had used her psychic power to see the situation on the battlefield.

After all, there was such a thing as psychic vision.

Some psychics could even predict the future.

Qin Mo pointed outside the fortress. "There are ten tanks parked outside the fortress right now. Crush them for me, and I'll believe you."

"I can't do that," Vanessa shook her head. "My psychic power isn't a tool; it's not something I can just use whenever I want."

"Alright, let's just say you helped me that day. But you're a psychic. Have you been certified by the Imperium? Do you know how dangerous you are? Someone like you is at least Zeta-level or higher. I'm afraid you'll lose control." Qin Mo showed malicious intent towards Vanessa because she was a psychic.

Although Qin Mo himself had suffered greatly in the past due to being mistaken for a psychic, he felt no pity for psychics because of it.

Psychics were walking bombs.

If they merely had difficulty controlling their psychic power, it would be manageable if they just destroyed some buildings and killed a few people. The key issue was that psychics could become gateways for the Warp Chaos Gods to invade the material universe.

If Vanessa were to open a gateway, the entire Hive Terra and its system would be ready for slaughter by demons.

"I can help you fight the rebels," Vanessa said.

"No, I'd rather you just stay put. I'm afraid you'll lose control on the battlefield," Qin Mo quickly shook his head.

"Then try to kill me with your power," Vanessa suddenly became fearless, grabbing Qin Mo's hand and placing it on her neck. "Imagine you're facing a bomb right now. Would you try to destroy it violently, gambling that it won't explode when damaged, or would you choose to delay, living a little longer?"

Qin Mo pondered carefully, falling into a dilemma.

It was possible he wouldn't be able to kill Vanessa in one blow, causing her to lose control in a situation of extreme crisis.

The best way to handle this would be to send Vanessa onto a black ship for the Imperium's professionals to handle her, but how could he find a black ship now?

After careful consideration, Qin Mo replied, "I will place the bomb in a stasis field, then study this bomb and find a better way to disarm it, ensuring that when I encounter a bomb in the future, I can disarm it easily."

This answer made Vanessa pause.

Then, Qin Mo turned and walked out of the room, commanding the guards outside, "Put a psychic suppressor on her. Give her as many as we have in stock."

"Do we really have to do this, Legion Commander?" The guard hesitated, glancing at Vanessa, trying to persuade Qin Mo to change his mind.

"Yes, until I find a way to disarm the bomb," Qin Mo nodded.

"Alright," the guard nodded and turned back to Vanessa. "The Legion Commander is always right... This is also for your safety, madam."

Qin Mo did indeed have the idea of creating a psychic shield by studying Vanessa, but he couldn't do it for now.

Perhaps because Star God powers did not involve the Warp at all, researching psychic power always consumed more of Qin Mo's time and energy. His existing psychic suppression technology was merely a strengthened version of the psychic collars from the Tyran System.

Since an important task couldn't be completed in the short term, Qin Mo could only do what could be done quickly and continue researching weapons against Gene Stealers.

This weapon had already yielded results.

It was a liquid weapon. It was sprayed on any place where Gene Stealers might be hiding. Any Gene Stealer contaminated by this liquid would experience their bodies dissolving until they turned into a pool of water within a week or two.

The dissolution would also spread and propagate among the Gene Stealers.

Qin Mo had also twisted the laws of this weapon, changing the probability of spread, which was influenced by various factors, into an absolute law of inevitable spread within their kind, regardless of any factors.

Suppose a Gene Stealer individual born within Hive Terra was sent to the other end of the galaxy for some reason. This individual was very far from its own kind, but as long as its kind began to dissolve, it would also start to dissolve after a period of time, even if it was at the other end of the galaxy.

This was the weapon called "Tyran Special Insecticide."

The only drawback was that Qin Mo had to manufacture this weapon himself.

Qin Mo immediately began manufacturing the prototype of the weapon, starting with the dissolving liquid and then the equipment to contain and spray it.

"I read from Grot's mind that you are making a weapon against Gene Stealers."

"And then you made something like this, a weapon that sprays a liquid that can harm Gene Stealers onto them... Why don't you just make a flamethrower?"

Vanessa had appeared behind Qin Mo at some point. She looked at what Qin Mo was researching and questioned him.

The psychic suppressor had taken effect on her; otherwise, Qin Mo would have felt discomfort when she approached.

"Do you know who you are discussing weapons with?" Qin Mo turned and retorted.

"I'm discussing with someone who makes liquid flamethrowers. Take a guess who it is," Vanessa said, her expression calm, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Fire and poison have collateral damage. It's hard to ensure they don't harm yourself, but the weapons I make have no collateral damage. They can precisely kill every enemy that deserves to die," Qin Mo defended himself.

In Qin Mo's opinion, Vanessa simply didn't understand the specifics of this weapon. She was mistaking the thing used to activate the weapon for the weapon itself.

The method of spraying the "insecticide" wasn't the point. The point was that once sprayed, it could render the Gene Stealers harmless.

"I really don't see the difference between this and making a flamethrower… You might as well let me figure out how to help you with psychic power."

"Help me with psychic power? Don't force me to violently dismantle you, you bomb."

Qin Mo got up and led Vanessa out of the cave. Then, in the corridor, he told her, "See those guards over there? Go over and tell her you're a prisoner, not a guest, and then go to where you belong."