Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1172 Group Influence
The two leaders headed to the next cell.

After arriving at the next prison, Qin Mo held down Dur, who wanted to use psychic power to kill the enemy silently, and then dealt with the enemies in the prison himself.

When Qin Mo closed his eyes, the short-term timeline and space of this part of the real universe Terra appeared in front of him in a very intuitive form.

Like a giant peering into Terra, casting his gaze beyond the sky.

Qin Mo can freely control that part of time that is completely realistic and does not interfere with psychic energy. He can also intuitively see the spatial and temporal position of each enemy, even every internal organ of those people, and every microscopic substance that constitutes their physical body.

Qin Mo took out the hearts of the Pan-Pacific Empire soldiers in the prison one by one from a long distance.

This simple and unsophisticated killing wasted a few seconds, but was harmless.

Since Durr believes that killing the enemy instantly by dropping from the sky is risky, it is necessary to adopt this method which seems to be risk-free and is actually just as risk-free as killing the enemy by dropping from the sky.

"Why is your psychic power so stable?" Qin Mo looked at Durr. Before Durr asked him what power he used, he asked Durr first, "You and I both know that psychic power is generally not stable."

"Perhaps this is the talent of the royal family." Dur said with a little pride.

As the ruler of an empire, Dur loves his people and desires to give them a better life, but he is still an emperor and still has pride in his bloodline and status.

But this is nothing in Qin Mo's opinion. Dur is still a respectable man. Compared with those pathetic and hateful humanoid rulers on Terra, Dur is simply a beacon on Terra in this era.

However, Durr was simply proud for a moment, and he quickly stated the reason he thought was more likely.

"The royal-sponsored society has investigated this matter. They investigated why my, my father, my grandfather, and my ancestors' psychic powers were stable."

"The final result...it's hard to explain right now."

Dur walked towards the Achaemenids imprisoned in the prison, explaining as he did so.

"About seven hundred years ago, there was a legend in the Achaemenid Empire that there was an evil ghost that would eat children at night. My ancestor thought it was a rumor until he used his psychic powers to foresee the next child to be eaten."

"When my ancestor killed the evil spirit, he saw the true face of the evil spirit - a false thing created by an author who wrote a horror story that was too popular and everyone knew it."

"But the story created by that author is like a pseudo-documentary. He quoted a lot of history and relics that he made up to create an immersive and terrifying feeling for the readers."

Durr tells a story.

To be more precise, it is an example using a story.

He thought what he wanted to express was very difficult to understand, but Qin Mo realized the answer immediately after listening: "Group subconscious, is this what you want to say? The stable psychic energy of your royal family comes from the collective subconscious like evil spirits. When you Achaemenids think that you are powerful, can bring security and stability, and are rational, you will become like this. This is why your psychic energy is extremely stable?"

Durr glanced at Qin Mo several times, then nodded slowly: "Yes, yes, that's what I wanted to say."

"A novel theory." Qin Mo thought thoughtfully.

While Dur went to release the civilians, Qin Mo was still thinking.

There are many mythological stories circulating since ancient times, but no true God has been created by the collective subconscious of human beings.

What's more, the Achaemenids were just a single force and their population was not particularly large.

But the problem is that the influence of the warp on the real universe is constantly increasing, and the Achaemenids can become the reserve source of the Thousand Sons Legion precisely because of their psychic talents.

Qin Mo then thought of the imperial truth.

Indeed, it is a lie.

But in this idealistic universe, whether a false abstract idea exists or not, whether it is true or false, does not depend on objective facts, but on how it is viewed. Imperial truth is undoubtedly desirable. In a universe based on idealism rather than materialism, science and rationality itself should become a belief that is stubbornly viewed.

But in the final analysis, this is just a prelude to the Webway Project, which the Emperor no longer needs to risk implementing.

"Shall we go and rescue the next group of people?" Dur returned to Qin Mo.

"Of course." Qin Mo nodded, cleared his mind, and headed towards the next place.

The two of them cleaned up one place after another and rescued group of civilians.

In the end, they simply acted separately to reduce the number of civilian casualties in this war with greater efficiency.

This highly efficient rescue operation lasted all night, and more than 100,000 civilians who would have only constituted the cold casualty figures in the end-of-war report were rescued.

But when the operation was nearing its end, Qin Mo and Durr, who were in different places, discovered a strange situation.

That is, the Pan-Pacific Empire soldiers who were originally preparing to evacuate are no longer preparing for the evacuation.

This means that the enemy reinforcements have arrived.

……

Horus sat in the command center in the imperial capital, his eyes fixed on the satellite monitoring results.

Our offensive was blocked.

Because the enemy reinforcements came too suddenly and were too large, scientific means could not even detect where the enemy came from, so our side was caught off guard and there were signs that the battle line was being pushed back by the enemy.

The Primarchs at the forefront came to the headquarters via projection.

Everyone was silent, waiting for the person to whom Qin Mo had once said, "Do as you say," to make a new decision.

And Horus was a little nervous.

The war has escalated. It is no longer about helping the Achaemenids against a small invading force. The Pan-Pacific Empire has received support. No matter where the terrifying enemies fighting on the front lines with huge radioactive war machines and the overwhelming air force come from... It turns out that it is not just the Pan-Pacific Empire that needs to be conquered.

This was the first time Horus and his brothers had participated in a war, and now that the war had escalated the Primarch would face a greater test, but a bigger war would undoubtedly be an opportunity for the Primarch and the Astartes Legions to prove themselves.

"We need some time to prepare for a sudden expansion of the war."

Horus spoke seriously.

The Primarchs nodded in agreement.

This meant that Horus did not issue detailed combat orders to each Legion and Primarch brother in succession.

They need time to prepare.

Can this war be won? With new enemies joining in?

Horus did not think this was a problem, even if the main force that was attacking the Pan-Pacific Empire did not allocate a part to support it, and even if none of the thousands of Titans were assigned to the battlefield of the Achaemenid Empire.

It doesn't matter, Horus believes in his own and his brothers' abilities.

What requires time to prepare and think about is how to make the final outcome of this war more epic.

(End of this chapter)