Chapter 189 Bipedal Gas Bomb
“Formation, ritual, these are all the same thing.”
Qin Xia and the captain looked at the tactical table together, and at the same time, the sound of words came into the room including Wa In the ears of all think tanks including Reese.
Although they are thousands of meters apart, spirituality allows sound to transcend the limitations of the physical rules of the real universe.
Qin Xia can do it by transmitting sound alone, but now he borrows the Dongfeng of the psychic formation composed of these array eyes of the Think Tank. Nothing is consumed, but it can be achieved by consuming psychic energy. Effect.
"Your co-fusion psychic spell itself can be regarded as a kind of ritual and formation."
"Two people communicate with each other through a series of actions, and then create a psychic giant, which is far beyond the individual. It is even a psychic power that exceeds the combined combat power of the two people."
"What we are doing now is also a ritual."
Qin Xia said, looking at the captain.
Now that the White Knight is getting closer to friendly warships and two green-skinned warships, the captain becomes serious and stands calmly at the tactical table.
"Launch the torpedo." The captain ordered, "Be careful to find a good angle. Don't let the torpedo pass by the alien warship and go straight to the friendly forces."
"No need to find the angle, no need to calculate the probability, Just launch it," Qin Xia said.
The captain hesitated for half a second.
Things like torpedoes are very dangerous. They look small and not as big as a macro cannon shell, but their power is amazing.
Slow speed is exchanged for power and the ability to penetrate void shields.
Even if a macrogun salvo hits all friendly forces, it will still be intercepted by the void shield, but the torpedoes may not be able to...
But the captain only hesitated for half a second, and then changed the order: "Enable rapid launch process . ”
This is a set of command execution procedures designed by the captain himself for the ship.
Originally, there were strict process requirements for issuing orders, such as which person in which position, which officer at which level conveyed or accepted the order, verified or confirmed the order, recorded and stored the order... In short, it was that set of processes, the empire's process.
But the First Legion has always ignored these, so the captain redesigned a set of orders according to the style of the First Legion.
Now in the Twelve Legions, working for the leader of the original body, the battleships execute two sets of command systems.
So when the captain said "Enable rapid launch process", the strict procedures that should have been implemented were cancelled, and things that should have been recorded were also skipped and left to be recorded in post-war memories.
The torpedo was launched less than half an hour after the captain finished speaking.
Twelve torpedoes in total.
Twelve legions, twelve torpedoes, auspicious numbers. Qin Xia thought.
Thoughts did not interfere with Qin Xia's use of psychic powers.
Half a second after the Lord of the White Knights invoked his spiritual energy, the twelve torpedoes gradually disappeared into the wind and snow that suddenly spread in the void.
When the torpedoes appear again, every six torpedoes are allocated near a green warship.
Two green-skinned warships with different shapes, but both rough, reacted at the same moment.
In the dazzling blue light of the star, the two battleships yawed rapidly, leaving behind the torpedoes fired from a blind angle that was almost impossible to avoid.
The torpedoes were still chasing the warships, and the two greenskin warships had to give up targeting the friendly warships of the Eighteenth Legion and were chasing each other in the rear.
The torpedo is smaller and faster after all.
But the maneuverability of the two green warships was amazing. Just when the torpedoes were about to catch up, something ignited at the stern of the ship. Then the explosion flames appeared at the stern of the ship, and the shock wave pushed the ship to move faster. Galloping forward at a fast pace.
"This is impossible!" the captain exclaimed, "How can a battleship have such maneuverability!"
Varys was equally horrified, staring at the conspicuous red eyes of the two enemy ships. Painting: "Is it related to painting? You said that the creations of Ork barbarians will become faster if they are painted red."
"Of course it's relevant." Qin Xia nodded and analyzed calmly, "But this is just one of the reasons. I suspect that there may be psychic boys in the opponent's warship, and the number is not low. When the psychic boys are together, the effect will be more Amazing.”
Varys nodded solemnly to show his acceptance.
The chief think tank was thinking...
According to the green skin military rank classification, the think tank seems to belong to the psychic boy.
The so-called psionic kid is a green-skin whose psychic power far exceeds that of his kind.
"Painting color can also affect maneuverability?" The captain suddenly felt ridiculous, "This... this is not the truth of the empire."
"The Orks think that painting the vehicle red will make it faster. If you think so, the vehicle painted in red will really become faster." Qin Xia turned to look at the red decorations in the command deck, "This is indeed not the truth of the empire, but it is WAAAGH"
said. After thinking about it, Qin Xia felt that this could actually be explained by the Imperial Truth's concepts such as "nothing cannot be explained by science".
Fundamentally speaking, green skins are artificial biological weapons, and their absurd abilities come from the "power of my thoughts."
This power of thinking is given to them by their creator, just like the instinct of eating and drinking, it is just an instinct of spiritual power.
In this universe, spiritual power exists objectively and cannot be denied.
"There are certain things to do when fighting a void battle with green skins. We can continue to fight normally now, or we can change the method." Qin Xia raised his hand.
Just like pushing the ship forward rapidly, the power of the think tanks was mobilized to weaken reality, pulled up, and combined with Qin Xia's own spiritual energy to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
The effect of this use of psychic energy is that the paints of the two green-skinned warships have been changed.
Change from red to rock color.
However, the effect of this color change did not appear immediately, and the green-skinned warships could still race against torpedoes by racing against each other.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was not until a green boy on every green-skinned battleship discovered that the color of the battleship had changed, and spread the word to dozens of people, that the color-changing effect was truly realized.
The greenskins don't think rocks can run, let alone run fast.
As a result, the speed of the two battleships slowed down. The propulsion devices with black smoke billowing around the ships were still operating, but the speed was slow.
The torpedo caught up with one of the enemy ships and blew it up.
Another battleship fires a number of special munitions that appear to have the effect of heat-decoys.
The remaining torpedoes were attracted by the heat decoys and did not hit the target.
“Captain.” Qin Xia turned around and asked, “What does this mean?”
“Explanation.” The captain lowered his head and thought hard, and finally raised his head and tentatively answered, “It means survival. The controller of the enemy ship that came down should be from the Air Force. It thought that human missiles would be attracted by heat decoys, so..."
The more the captain spoke, the more guilty he felt, and his voice became softer and softer. , until finally it becomes inaudible.
"That's right." Qin Xia cast an admiring look at the captain, "You and I thought of it together. But I think there is another reason, and that is that there are a lot of psychic boys on the second battleship. Ork No matter how crude and outrageous the barbarian artifacts are, they will never be so fooled."
The captain looked out the window at the remaining enemy ship.
The battleship was just a moving green head, made of steel instead of flesh and blood, but that was the only difference.
The battleship was even loose when it was moving, and it seemed that the various parts were poorly connected... The captain didn't know if it was because of his poor eyesight, or if it was really the case.
“The characteristic of the green skins is that whatever I think will happen, it will happen with a high probability, but they cannot freely control their natural ability.”
"Let's take the battleship as an example." "If this battleship wants to function normally, it must at least be in the shape of a battleship, which makes most greenskins think 'I think this thing can fly'. If it is too rough, it will cause 'I think this thing can fly'. If you can’t fly at first glance, then you really can’t fly.”
Qin Xia used his psychic vision to examine it carefully as he spoke.
“As I expected, there are a lot of psychic boys there, and their psychic power can make up for some of the deficiencies in craftsmanship.”
“Fortunately we met them, otherwise there would be so many We don’t know yet how much trouble the psychic kid will bring to the Legion.”
After hearing these words, the captain smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised, but the skin on his face drooped downwards, as if he was crying and smiling: "This alien is much more outrageous than Ran Dan..."
Qin Xia nodded silently. Agreeing: "Go on."
The captain continued to command.
The green-skinned warships began to approach the Eighteenth Legion warship.
It looks like there is going to be a gang war.
The warships of the Eighteenth Legion almost lost their navigation ability and were quickly approached.
The green-skinned head-like battleship ran parallel to the battleships of the Eighteenth Legion.
Then...
When the White Knight was about to approach them and help the friendly warships, a light suddenly flashed on the green-skinned warship.
It seems like a lot of things exploded in the ship, and they weren't just ordinary explosives.
The psychic energy fluctuation caused by the explosion was so violent that the psychic energy network formed by the think tanks dissipated for a moment.
Before anyone could figure out the source of those flashes, the green-skinned ships gradually fell apart.
“How do you explain this?” the captain asked hurriedly.
Qin Xia was silent.
Even Qin Xia doesn't know how to explain this situation, and it has touched the knowledge blind spot of the Lord of the White Knight.
...
The warships of the Eighteenth Legion need urgent repairs. Due to the severe damage to the port side, some parts of the hull cannot accommodate personnel.
The White Knight was escorting the ship. Those who were crowded on the battleship due to the damage to the hull sent some to the White Knight to relieve the population pressure.
While waiting, Qin Xia did not forget to take the think tanks in the library to review the battle and sum up the experience and lessons.
"You all performed very well in the battle just now, better than I expected."
Qin Xia praised thirty think tanks.
However, the Librarians, who would normally have been honored by the praise of the Primarch's guide, now showed no reaction.
Everyone had a gloomy face and said nothing, their faces were pale and their lips were slightly purple.
These think tanks who came from the strictly disciplined Twelve Legions actually stood staggering, like a group of people watching the fun, instead of being rigorously trained and mentally far superior to the psychic abilities of other battle brothers. warrior.
Qin Xia did not scold him, but said gently: "Maybe the battle just now brought you a lot of pressure, so go and rest first."
"Sorry, leader." Varis frowned, "We feel very uncomfortable, sorry..."
"Have a good rest." Qin Xia glanced at the think tanks, turned and left, preparing to take a look at the ship The work situation over there.
The think tanks immediately relaxed and either sat on the ground or simply lay on the ground.
No one spoke, no one moved, everyone felt uncomfortable and just wanted to slow down on the spot.
Qin Xia was walking on the corridor.
The further you walk the more you smell the stench.
The stench was so stinky that Qin Xia forgot that she originally wanted to find the captain, and walked directly to the source of the stench, hoping to see who was defecating on his precious battleship.
After walking about two hundred meters, Qin Xia stopped and looked at the cabin with the [Resettlement Place] sign in front of him.
This is where the smell comes from.
Qin Xia kicked open the door and walked into the resettlement office, looking around.
Almost everyone present huddled in the corner, except for a middle-aged man standing in the center of the cabin.
Qin Xia walked to the corner on the left, shrugged her nose, turned her head slowly, and finally followed the smell and walked to the middle-aged man.
The source of the stench is the person in front of me.
Qin Xia is extremely sure.
The stench is astonishing.
The smell was so bad that Qin Xia wanted to punch this man in the head.
It stunk so much that Qin Xia’s patience was exhausted in an instant.
The stench was so bad that Qin Xia had trouble staying rational, as if he was being tormented in hot oil...
It was so stinky that it broke through the constraints of time and reality, making Qin Xia suffer from a painful memory. I was immersed in it... That was the memory before joining the Gray Knights. The Gray Knights used a simple and crude method to test Qin Xia's psychic power. This method was to surround him with three Sisters of Silence.
“Cao Nima!!!”
"You're a poison gas bomb-smelling man, my scalp is numb! My ears are ringing!"
Qin Xia used a very rare swear word, but this was already the result of his efforts to suppress his anger and disgust.
The middle-aged man knelt down in panic.
But Qin Xia resisted the consumption and used spiritual energy to strangle his throat and drag the poisonous gas bombs in front of him.
After closing the distance, Qin Xia almost vomited and subconsciously threw the person in front of him dozens of meters away.
The middle-aged man fell into a pile of white snow when he landed. He rolled and crawled into a corner before he could check whether he was injured.
Qin Xia felt a little better.
Some of the people who were close to Qin Xia just now had vomited, and some felt relieved watching Qin Xia throw people with the same status as them away.
In front of everyone, Qin Xia patted his head and forced himself to calm down, at least to look calm.
Recall the uncomfortable performance of the think tanks just now.
Consider again the almost outrageous stench of this man.
Qin Xia suddenly thought of a possibility, and it was ninety-nine percent possible.
That is, the middle-aged man who looks like a gas bomb is a soulless person.
And he is not an ordinary soulless person.
(End of this chapter)