章 1: Chapter 1: Prisoner No.444
Tyrone One Nest Capital World.
At the bottom of the world's largest and oldest nest complex, that is, the bottom nest, a war is going on.
In front of the only passage from the bottom nest to the bottom nest, the planetary defense forces set up a position where the soldiers of the 44th Infantry Regiment and their commander Bull were stationed.
"Miscellaneous people, the army in front of us is fighting against the Evolution Sect, and you are lazy!"
"Hurry up and build supply points and fortifications, or I'll give you a taste of the power of the whip!"
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! We don't have much time to waste! "
Amid the angry roar of the Bull commander, the soldiers of the infantry regiment sat in trenches carved out of the metal floor, eating or lying down to rest.
No soldier would disobey his superiors, but Bull was not reprimanding a soldier, but another group of men.
It was not the sappers who were busy on the positions, but the prisoners.
The prisoners, in rags and exhaustion, toiled numbly with roars, pouring fortifications or carrying boxes.
Qin Mo was one of these prisoners.
His shirt had been worn into strips of cloth during labor, and the black lines on his upper body could be seen by others.
These black lines look weird, they are tattoo-like lines on the flesh, but they look like metal.
There was also a collar around Qin Mo's neck, and the collar was labeled "Prisoner No. 444".
Unlike the other prisoners, the collar around Qin Mo's neck was a psionic inhibition collar, which indicated that he was an untrained psionic person.
"We ..."
"Master."
As Bull continued to roar, an old man with a scepter walked up to him and respectfully saluted the Aquila.
"Cuarón." Bull raised his chin and looked at his psionic servant, "You old thing always likes to interrupt me, and this time you'd better have a proper reason." "
At this time, Qin Mo raised his head and looked at Bull and Karon.
A psyker servant, which is rare.
The relationship between the two was obviously very deep, and Caron didn't know how many times he interrupted Bull just in the position, and Bull never punished Caron despite all kinds of grievances.
"They are very tired." Caron's sunken eyes looked at the prisoners, "We still need them as cannon fodder, so I suggest they rest for a while." "
Bull raised his eyebrows, stared at Caron for a few seconds, and then turned his head to look at Qin Mo's side.
No one could lie to Caron, and when he said that the prisoners were very tired, he must have sensed it with his own psionic powers.
After a moment's thought, Bull nodded slowly in agreement.
The prisoners were able to rest for a while.
A group of soldiers in charge of logistics walked over and reluctantly distributed food and water.
"Number 444, your food."
Qin Mo received a box of military rations.
There was no distinction between the prisoners and the soldiers, but this was not because Bull treated the prisoners equally, just because there was no way to treat them differently.
When Qin Mo opened the military ration box, he saw a boxy white "candle" inside.
Looks like a candle.
And when Qin Mo dug out a spoonful of "candles" and put them in his mouth, he found that the texture and taste were not as good as eating candles.
Solid food like candles tastes rancid when it enters the mouth, and when it encounters saliva, it quickly turns into powder and sticks to the throat.
The instinct to cough must be suppressed, as inhaling too much before coughing will draw the powder into the trachea.
After enduring the discomfort and eating the food, Qin Mo threw the lunch box aside, took out a somewhat tattered diary from his trouser pocket, and looked through it carefully.
It's a record of what has happened since he crossed over to the Warhammer universe.
and the joys, sorrows, and sorrows experienced in the original world before traveling to the Warhammer universe... Qin Mo was very afraid that he would forget these memories, because these memories could give him a little psychological comfort in the dark life, so that he would not collapse.
The things in the diary are very bland, which is the running account.
The approximate format is: what did I Qin Mo do before, who my family and friends were, what happened to me when I was a child, what games I liked and what music I listened to.
These things are the life of every normal person during the Terra 3K era.
is such a bland and ordinary record, so that Qin Mo is in the dirty and smelly trench, but he can show a smile from the heart.
Qin Mo was so focused that he didn't even notice that Bull and Caron were walking towards him.
"..." walked to Qin Mo and stood still, and Bull squinted at his psionic servant.
Cuarón also looked at Bull in silence.
The two have an incomparable tacit understanding, and they can understand each other's thoughts with one look.
Bull put his hands behind his back and looked down at his waist.
There hung a chainsaw sword.
Bull shook his body from side to side, and the chainsaw sword swung with the movement, knocking on Qin Mo's head.
"Hahahaha." Bull laughed, he loved the intimidating feeling. And when Qin Mo raised his head to look at him, he saw hatred and anger in those deep black pupils.
The moment his eyes met, Bull even hallucinated, he felt that he was not seeing a prisoner, but some kind of ancient horror between the stars.
"Psionic beings are all of this virtue. Haha..." Bull forced a smile and looked at Caron.
Caron raised his hand, and the notebook in Qin Mo's hand floated in front of him, allowing him to look through it.
"What is written on it? Is it a hallucination peculiar to your psykers or something? Boole asked.
"...," Caron was silent at first, then shook his head, "I don't understand. "
Caron saw that the text on the diary was not Gothic, but in another language, which had a strange structure, and it would be hellish to be able to read it.
But this kind of text doesn't seem ... Crazy.
Unlike those who first awakened their psionic powers, then were corrupted and carved here and there.
At the very least, it can be preliminarily determined that although Qin Mo is an untrained psionic being, he is still sane.
"Prisoner No. 444." Caron returned the diary to Qin Mo, "What did you get arrested for?" "
"Because I was caught by a nobleman who went to hunt in the nest, and then I chopped him into charcoal." Qin Mo replied.
Caron was silent, his empty eyes staring at Qin Mo as he used his psionic energy to probe the mind of this psionic person.
Bull on the side waited for a while, and asked impatiently, "Is he telling the truth?" "
"I don't know." Cuarón shook his head, "I can't get into his head." "
"Whatever, we need people now anyway." Bull said eagerly.
Seeing that the two of them inexplicably found their inexplicable questioning, Qin Mo didn't know what they wanted to do.
And Caron immediately gave the answer: "We need your combat ability, the key to the psionic suppression collar around your neck is in my hand, and I will open it if necessary." "
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