Rebel Psychic

After Grey took another person out for reconnaissance, the remaining people either continued to watch Qin Mo perform his creation magic or searched the position for anything else that might be useful.

It turned out the previous search had been too general, as many things at the position had not been collected.

For example, the power armor worn by Burl's guard soldiers.

These power armors were torn to shreds, and at first glance looked no different from rags. This was why they had been overlooked earlier.

"Commander Burl doesn't know where he went, but his guards all died. I found the only power armor that's still somewhat intact." Two soldiers, each carrying half a suit of power armor, walked towards Qin Mo and placed it on the ground.

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

"No need." Qin Mo stared at the power armor and slowly shook his head. He then patted the chainsword on his waist. "His chainsword is in my hand, and he himself has probably already turned into a piece of torn biological tissue on the battlefield. Even the Emperor doesn't know where he is."

After speaking, Qin Mo focused on examining the power armor in front of him.

Almost the moment he saw the power armor, its principles and structure appeared in Qin Mo's mind. This power armor was an export commodity from the Tyran System, besides population and psychic collars.

These power armors were all hand-crafted by artisan families in the lower levels of the hive cities. The power armor was named Richarn-1. This thing was very expensive, but its performance was estimated to be the worst among all power armors used by mortals in the entire Imperium.

"Can you make this thing?"

As a soldier asked Qin Mo, everyone else present turned their gazes to Qin Mo, expecting him to say yes.

Although the power armor produced by the Richarn family was not good, it was still power armor.

Qin Mo remained silent, still staring at the power armor.

The structure of this power armor and the secret techniques passed down through generations of the Richarn family seemed like children's toys to Qin Mo. He could not only replicate it but also improve it.

However, more than the power armor itself, Qin Mo cared more about the terrifying wounds on it.

What pierced this power armor was not bullets or lasers, but claws. The chest of the power armor was inlaid with twenty millimeters of alloy armor to protect the heart, yet it was torn to shreds.

This proved that a relatively pure-blooded Gene Stealer had participated in the previous melee.

In the Gene Stealer species, the purer the bloodline, the stronger the individual. Let alone tearing apart power armor, they could even tear apart Terminator armor worn by elite Space Marines.

"We need to be careful," Qin Mo looked up at the soldiers. "If you see an enemy crawling on the ground without a weapon, you must immediately activate your gravity shield and inform me."

"Yes." The soldiers nodded in unison. But they didn't understand why Qin Mo's thoughts were so jumpy, suddenly shifting from the power armor to the enemy.

"I can replicate this power armor, but these scraps are no longer usable. We'll talk about it when we find more metal materials in the future," Qin Mo added.

Not just the power armor.

In Qin Mo's vision, he would use his scientific research talent to arm the entire squad as much as possible, without regard for cost or price.

Because the combat effectiveness of the planetary defense force soldiers could only be said to be stronger than civilians, and it was very likely that they wouldn't find more soldiers for a long time to come. Therefore, they could only strengthen the combat power of these few people through weapons and equipment.

"We've found friendly forces!" Grey ran back and shouted to Qin Mo.

"Let's go." Qin Mo put on his gravity shield, turned around, and left the position.

Meanwhile.

One kilometer north of the 44th Regiment's position, local planetary defense force soldiers were fighting the rebels.

The soldiers were stationed in a ten-story metal building. Most of them were assigned to defend the building's main entrance and back door, while the rest stood by the windows on each floor, firing at the rebels.

The officers concluded from the intelligence provided by the scouts that the rebels numbered at least twenty thousand, twenty times more than their own side.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the rebels had suddenly and inexplicably retreated earlier, the number of people attacking this building now would have been at least three times, or even four times, higher.

The rebel soldiers had strange appearances, with many monsters mixed among them, but they were not stupid. Their infantry heavily surrounded the tanks, advancing through a hail of gunfire.

Every ten meters they advanced, the tanks would stop, turn their turrets, and fire a shot at the building's windows.

Sometimes the shells would hit the metal walls and bounce off, and sometimes, if they were lucky, they would hit directly into the windows.

After gradually advancing to a position seventy meters from the building's main entrance, the tanks stopped firing at the windows. Instead, they turned their turrets towards the main entrance and fired.

There were many bulletproof cover points in the first-floor lobby. Even if the shells hit, they couldn't harm the people hiding behind the cover. However, it prevented them from peeking out from behind the cover to counterattack.

"Attack, attack!" A commander with a large purple head opened the hatch, emerged, and roared orders to the surrounding soldiers.

As he watched the soldiers leave the vicinity of the tanks and charge towards the main entrance, the commander got back into the vehicle and personally operated the tank's cannon, aiming at the main entrance.

He saw the soldiers rush into the first floor, only to be mowed down in swathes by logging guns that were suddenly raised from behind the cover.

The commander smiled and fired. The shell entered the first floor and exploded. After the explosion, all the people who had stood up to counterattack behind the cover, along with the heavy weapons, were blown to pieces by the shrapnel.

"For the Cult of Evolution!" The commander roared with joy.

But just as he was preparing to clear the first floor completely in the same manner, he suddenly heard a woman's voice appear in his mind.

"A psyker and five other people have suddenly joined the battle. Your troops deployed at the back door failed to stop them, and they have already entered the building."

This was a reminder from the bishop of the Cult of Evolution.

The commander had agreed with the bishop before the battle that he, as the commander, could personally drive a tank into battle, but if he received psychic communication, he had to retreat immediately.

"I will retreat immediately." The commander patted the driver's shoulder. "Retreat, brother."

The tank's movement shifted from slow advance to slow retreat.

The commander stared intently at the first floor inside the main entrance through the observation scope, ready to fire at any moment.

He soon saw six people run out from behind cover. The one in front held a Chainsword in his right hand and a staff in his left, clearly a psyker.

"Die," the commander decisively fired.

Qin Mo, who was running, immediately raised his staff, temporarily distorting the physics of the shell.

The shell that had just left the barrel suddenly stopped, then reversed direction, flying back into the barrel and exploding.

The commander inside the tank was not injured by this, as a psychic barrier blocked him.

While the crew members were blown to bits, the commander and the ammunition rack survived together.

"There's a psyker." Qin Mo continued running, his gaze sweeping over all visible enemies, searching for the rebel psyker.

While searching for the rebel psyker, Qin Mo approached the tank and activated his gravity shield, instantly crushing the tank into a flat piece of metal.