Rebel Psyker

After Grey took another person out to scout, the rest either continued watching Qin Mo perform his creation magic or searched the position for anything else that might prove useful.

It turned out their earlier search had been far too cursory. Many things at the position had gone uncollected.

For example, the Power Armor worn by Burl's guard soldiers.

The Power Armor had been torn to pieces. At first glance, it was no different from scrap, which was why it had been overlooked earlier.

"Commander Burl is nowhere to be found, but all his guards are dead. I found the only suit of Power Armor that's still mostly intact." Two soldiers, each carrying half of the armor, walked over to Qin Mo and set it on the ground.

Then someone asked, "Should we go look for Burl?"

"No need." Qin Mo stared at the Power Armor and slowly shook his head. Then he patted the Chainsword at his waist. "His Chainsword is with me. He himself has probably already become some shredded piece of biological tissue on the battlefield. Even the Emperor wouldn't know where he is."

After saying that, Qin Mo focused on studying the Power Armor before him.

Almost the instant he saw it, its principles and construction appeared in Qin Mo's mind. Apart from population and Psychic Power collars, this Power Armor was one of the Tyran System's export goods.

All of this Power Armor was handcrafted by artisan families from the upper levels of Hive Cities. It was called Richaen-1. It was extremely expensive, but its performance was probably the worst among all Power Armor used by mortals across the Imperium.

"Can you make something like this?"

When one soldier asked Qin Mo, everyone present turned to look at him, hoping he would say yes.

The Power Armor produced by the Richaen family might not have been impressive, but it was still Power Armor.

Qin Mo said nothing and continued staring at it.

The armor's structure and the secret techniques passed down through generations by the Richaen family looked like children's toys to Qin Mo. He could not only replicate it, but improve it as well.

But compared to the Power Armor itself, Qin Mo cared more about the horrifying wound on it.

It had not been pierced by bullets or lasers, but claws. The chest of the Power Armor held twenty millimeters of alloy plating to protect the heart, yet it had been ripped to shreds.

This proved that a relatively pure-blooded Gene Stealer had joined the melee earlier.

Among Gene Stealers, the purer an individual's bloodline, the stronger it was. Tearing apart Power Armor was nothing; even ripping open the Terminator armor worn by elite Space Marines would not be a problem.

"We need to be more careful." Qin Mo looked up at the soldiers. "If you see an enemy crawling on the ground without a weapon, activate your Gravity Shield immediately and notify me."

"Yes." The soldiers nodded in unison. But they did not understand why Qin Mo's train of thought had leapt so abruptly from Power Armor to the enemy.

"I can replicate this Power Armor, but this scrap is no longer usable. We'll wait until we find more metal materials." Qin Mo added.

And not just Power Armor.

In Qin Mo's plans, he would use his scientific talent to arm the entire squad as thoroughly as possible, regardless of cost or expense.

The Planetary Defense Force soldiers were only slightly stronger than civilians. And it was very likely that they would not find more soldiers for a long time to come, so they could only improve these few people's combat ability through weapons and equipment.

"I found friendly forces!" Grey sprinted back and shouted to Qin Mo.

"Move out." Qin Mo slung the Gravity Shield onto his back and turned to leave the position.

Meanwhile.

One kilometer directly north of the 44th Regiment's position, local Planetary Defense Force soldiers were fighting fiercely against the rebels.

The soldiers were stationed inside a ten-story metal building. Most had been assigned to defend the front and rear entrances, while the rest stood by the windows on every floor and fired at the rebels.

Based on intelligence provided by scouts, the officers concluded that the rebels numbered at least twenty thousand, twenty times their own force.

If most of the rebels had not inexplicably withdrawn earlier, the number attacking this building would have been at least three or even four times greater.

The Rebel soldiers looked strange, and many monsters were mixed among them, but they were not stupid. Their infantry packed tightly around the tanks and advanced through a hail of gunfire.

Every ten meters, the tanks stopped, rotated their turrets toward the building's windows, and fired a shell.

Sometimes the shells struck the metal walls and bounced away. Other times, if they were lucky, they flew directly through the windows.

After gradually advancing to within seventy meters of the building's front entrance, the tanks stopped firing at the windows. Instead, they turned their turrets toward the main entrance and opened fire.

There were numerous bulletproof barricades in the first-floor hall. Even if shells landed inside, they could not hurt those hiding behind the barricades, but they could prevent them from exposing themselves to return fire.

"Attack, attack!" A commander with a huge purple head opened the hatch and climbed out, roaring orders at the soldiers around him.

After watching the soldiers leave the cover of the tank and charge toward the front entrance, the commander climbed back inside and personally operated the tank cannon, aiming at the entrance.

He watched the soldiers rush into the first floor, only to be cut down in droves by Stubbers suddenly raised from behind the barricades.

The commander smiled and fired. The shell blasted into the first floor and exploded. After the blast, everyone who had risen from behind the barricades to return fire, along with their heavy weapons, was shredded by shrapnel.

"For the Cult of Evolution!" the commander cheered wildly.

But just as he prepared to clear out the first floor using the same method, a woman's voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"A Psyker and five others have suddenly joined the battle. The troops you deployed at the rear entrance failed to stop them. They have already entered the building."

It was a warning from the bishop of the Cult of Evolution.

Before the battle, the commander and the bishop had agreed that he could personally drive a tank into battle, but if he received a Psychic Power transmission, he had to retreat immediately.

"I'll withdraw at once." The commander lightly patted the driver's shoulder. "Back up, brother."

The tank went from slowly advancing to slowly retreating.

The commander stared through the viewing port at the first floor beyond the front entrance, ready to fire at any moment.

Soon, he saw six people run directly out from behind the barricades. The leader held a Chainsword in his right hand and a scepter in his left. He was clearly a Psyker.

"Die." The commander fired without hesitation.

As Qin Mo ran, he immediately raised the scepter and temporarily distorted the shell's physical laws.

The shell that had just left the barrel abruptly stopped, then reversed from forward motion to retreating, flying back into the cannon barrel and exploding.

The commander inside the tank was not injured, because a Psychic Power barrier stood before him.

As the crew was blown to pieces, the commander and the ammunition rack survived together.

"There's a Psyker." Qin Mo continued running, his gaze sweeping across every enemy he could see as he searched for the Rebel Psyker.

While searching for the Rebel Psyker, Qin Mo approached the tank and activated the Gravity Shield, instantly crushing it into a flat slab of metal.