Tyrone One Hive World.

At the lowest level of the largest and oldest hive city complex in the entire hive world, that is, the Bottom Hive, a war is going on.

In front of the only passage leading to the lower nest from the bottom nest, the Planetary Defense Force established a position, where the soldiers of the 44th Infantry Regiment and their commander Bull were stationed.

"You bastards, our army in front is fighting against the Evolutionary Sect, but you are lazy!"

"Hurry up and build supply points and fortifications for me, or I will let you have a taste of the power of the whip!"

"Quick, quick, quick! We don't have much time to waste!"

Amid the angry roars of Captain Boer, the soldiers of the infantry regiment sat in trenches dug out of the metal ground, eating or lying down to rest.

No soldier would disobey his commander's orders, but it was not the soldiers whom Bull was reprimanding, but another group of people.

The people busy on the battlefield were not engineers but prisoners.

These prisoners were ragged and exhausted, working numbly amidst the roars, pouring fortifications or moving boxes.

Qin Mo is one of these prisoners.

His coat had been torn into strips of cloth during labor, and others could see the black lines on his upper body.

These black lines look very strange. They are obviously tattoo-like lines on the flesh, but they look like metal.

There was also a collar around Qin Mo's neck, with the label "Prisoner No. 444" hanging on the collar.

Unlike other prisoners, the collar around Qin Mo's neck was a psychic suppression collar, indicating that he was an untrained psyker.

"us……"

"Owner."

While Bull continued to roar, an old man holding a scepter walked up to him and respectfully performed the Eagle Salute.

"Karon." Bull raised his chin and looked down upon his psychic servant, "You old guy always likes to interrupt me when I'm talking, but this time you'd better have a proper reason."

At this time, Qin Mo raised his head and looked at Bull and Kalon.

A psyker servant, which is rare.

The relationship between the two people is obviously very deep. Cuarón has interrupted Bull countless times just on the battlefield, and Bull has never punished Cuarón despite all kinds of dissatisfaction.

"They are very tired." Caron looked at the prisoners with eyes so sunken that his pupils could not be seen. "We still need them to be cannon fodder, so I suggest letting them rest for a while."

Bull raised his eyebrows and stared at Caron for a few seconds, then turned to look at Qin Mo.

No one can lie in front of Caron. When he said that these prisoners were very tired, he must have sensed it with his own psychic ability.

After thinking for a moment, Bull nodded slowly in agreement.

The prisoners were able to rest for a while.

Then a team of soldiers in charge of logistics walked over and distributed food and water reluctantly.

"No. 444, your food."

Qin Mo received a box of military rations.

There was no differential treatment when it came to meals. Prisoners and soldiers ate and drank the same. However, this did not mean that Bull treated the prisoners equally, it was just because there was no way to treat them differently.

When Qin Mo opened the military ration packaging box, he saw a square white "candle" inside.

Looks like a candle.

And when Qin Mo dug out a spoonful of "candle" and put it into his mouth, he found that the texture and taste were worse than eating candles.

When the candle-like solid food enters the mouth, it smells like rancid protein. When it comes into contact with saliva, it quickly turns into powder and sticks in the throat.

At this time, you must suppress the instinct to cough, because inhaling too hard before coughing will draw these powders into the trachea.

After enduring the discomfort and finishing the food, Qin Mo threw the lunch box aside, took out a somewhat broken diary from his pants pocket, and looked through it carefully.

This records everything that has happened since he traveled to the Warhammer universe until now.

As well as the joy and sorrow he 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 plain, just a running account.

The general format is: what did I, Qin Mo, do in the past, who are my family and friends, what happened to me when I was a child, what games do I like and what music do I listen to.

These things are the life of every ordinary person in Terra 3k.

It is such a plain and ordinary record that allows Qin Mo to smile from the heart despite being in a dirty and smelly trench.

Qin Mo was so focused that he didn't even notice Bull and Caron walking towards him.

"..." After walking to Qin Mo and standing in front of him, Bull looked sideways at his psychic servant.

Caron also looked at Bull in silence.

The two of them have such a tacit understanding that they can understand each other's thoughts with just one look.

Bull put his hands behind his back and lowered his head to look at his waist.

There hung a chainsword.

Bull shook his body from side to side, and the chain sword swung with the movement, hitting Qin Mo's head.

"Hahahaha." Bull laughed. He liked this startling feeling very much. When Qin Mo raised his head and looked at him, he saw hatred and anger in the deep black pupils.

At the moment when their eyes met, Bull even had a hallucination. He felt that what he was seeing was not a prisoner, but some kind of ancient and terrifying existence among the stars.

"Psychics all have this virtue. Haha..." Bull forced a smile, and then looked at Caron.

Kalon raised his hand, and the notebook in Qin Mo's hand floated in front of him, allowing him to look through it.

"Then what's written on it? Is it an illusion unique to you psychics?" Bull asked.

"..." Caron was silent at first, then shook his head, "I don't understand."

Cuaron saw that the text in the diary was not in Gothic, but in another language. The structure of this text was strange, and it would be damned if he could understand it.

But this kind of writing doesn't look... crazy.

It is different from those weird and twisted words that were first awakened and then corroded and carved everywhere.

At least it can be initially determined that although Qin Mo is an untrained psychic, he is still rational.

"Prisoner No. 444." Kalon returned the diary to Qin Mo, "Why were you arrested?"

"Because I was taken as prey by a noble who went hunting in his nest, and then I chopped him into charcoal and was caught." Qin Mo replied.

Kalon was silent, staring at Qin Mo with his empty eyes, using his psychic powers to probe the mind of this psychic.

Bull waited for a while and asked impatiently: "Is he telling the truth?"

"I don't know." Caron shook his head, "I can't get into his head."

"Whatever, we need manpower now anyway," Bull said urgently.

Seeing the two people asking him questions inexplicably, Qin Mo didn't know what they wanted to do.
Chapter completed!