Karsk system.

Planet Seven.

In a city that had been turned into ruins, three people used the cover of the ruins to shoot at hundreds of people hundreds of meters away.

Among the three people, Chen Mo operated a heavy machine gun.

The heavy machine gun is filthy and pitted, and has been sealed in the planet's underground arsenal because it was made by the rebels thousands of years ago.

However, the heavy machine gun is now the last remaining weapon of the loyalists on the planet, and together with their masters, they are pouring out their anger on the rebels for their loyalty to the Emperor.

"Don't pull the trigger and don't let go, it's time to cool down!"

"I shouldn't have let you try this machine gun, you won't use it!"

"Rip it off, the barrel is going to melt!"

A white-bearded old man in a shabby military uniform rushed at Chen Mo, pulling his arm and unbelting his trousers, trying to use biological coolant to cool the barrel.

But Chen Mo pushed the old man away, staring at the enemy with bloodshot eyes, and the hand that pulled the trigger still didn't let go.

Heavy machine guns spew tongues of fire, and bullets are fired one after another, blasting large holes in the ground or on the body.

"I said it was time to cool down!" The old man angrily tugged at Chen Mo's arm.

But how can an old man drag a young man?

Chen Mo is tall and strong, he has eaten meat, eggs and milk since he was a child, and this hungry old man on the barren planet Karsk 7 can't compete with him.

"Emperor!" The old man sadly realized that it was useless to pour his own coolant now, "This barrel will definitely melt!" ”

"You should say Omnisaiah!" Chen Mo glanced at the old man, still pressing the trigger and not letting go when he spoke.

As Chen Mo frantically poured out his firepower, the old man gradually became puzzled.

If he had been so rudely handling a heavy machine gun, the barrel of his gun would have melted.

But at this time, the barrel of the heavy machine gun was still black and reflective, as if it had not been fired at all, and there was no heat at all.

The cooling problem is not the biggest problem, what is even more puzzling is that the heavy machine gun has been firing for more than ten minutes, and it has not jammed and has not run out of ammunition.

"Relax, you only joined us yesterday, of course I don't know what's going on." A young man who looked quite similar to Chen Mochang stood up, patted the old man on the shoulder, and then explained.

"Chen Mo has a unique talent, the tools or weapons he operates are particularly durable, even if it is a broken firearm, he can shoot it."

"What's that word called? What soul? ”

Explaining this, the young man looked at Chen Mo and asked.

"Soul Joy!" Chen Mo replied, and then shouted: "Praise the God of Machines, praise Omnisaiah, praise the soul of this gun!" ”

The old man had never been to Mars, and he stayed on this Karsk VII all his life until the Flame Angel rebelled and took over the planet.

He didn't know what a mechsoul was, or even the existence of the Mecha.

His only education was that he was drafted into the army as a young man, and was taught by the State Church where the emperor was and how to use weapons to destroy enemies while faithfully believing in him.

"There's something wrong with your talent." The old man glanced at the barrel of the gun, "I think you're the same people as those heretics, with some kind of strange ability. ”

"Perhaps." Chen Mo nodded.

He didn't know where his talent came from.

After traveling to the Warhammer universe and working as a worker aboard Karsk VII, he discovered this talent.

Just like the Blaster Organic Soul in a Warhammer comic, this weapon also has an organic soul and has not been corrupted, which shows that the rebels who used it in the first place also got this gun from somewhere.

The talent that can make the machine soul happy may have been given by Tzeentki, or it may be the Martian Void Dragon, or the so-called Myriad Machine God Prophet, that is, the emperor himself......

However, Chen Mo also has many questions.

He's a pure human in the 3K era who has traveled here, and there is no projection in subspace, otherwise the things he knows about the Warhammer in his head are enough to target and corrode the moment he hits the ground.

So, how did some fantastical being give him this talent?

But no matter how much he doubted, Chen Mo didn't think it was an important thing.

What really matters is the soldiers of the Flame Angel in front of you.

After another burst of fire from the heavy machine gun, the Flame Angel rebel soldiers all fell to the ground or were scattered on the ground.

"That's it." Only then did Chen Mo release the trigger.

But the battle is not over.

Just as everyone was slacking off and trying to clear the battlefield, a tank rushed out.

Even Chen Mo didn't know what model this tank was, anyway, it was a very small tank, and the shell was iron.

"Xu Yi!" Chen Mo shouted to the youth.

The young man named Xu Yi immediately raised his hands towards the tank and closed his eyes at the same time.

Just as the tank turned its turret to shoot, it suddenly stopped moving, and then there was a howl of ghosts and wolves from inside.

A burst of flames burst out of the barrel.

"I thought you'd drop your chain or faint again." Seeing the tank burning, Chen Mo let out a long sigh of relief.

This young man named Xu Yi is a human with psychic talents, and his real name is Sera and he is also a worker.

Since he often listened to Chen Mo talk about the events of the Terra Ultra Ancient Period when he was fishing, he asked Chen Mo to give himself a name in the way of the Terra Ultra Ancient Period.

Chen Mo is also a good person, and he didn't have a bad taste to let Saira follow his surname Chen, but gave him a surname and a first name alone, that is, Xu Yi.

As the name suggests, this man is very righteous.

"Don't be sarcastic, I only awakened my psionic energy when my whole family was gone, and it's only been a year since I was fumbled." Xu Yi shook his head helplessly.

"......" Chen Mo was silent.

If his talent is to make the machine soul happy, then Xu Yi's talent is to instantly make the atmosphere very heavy.

"Isn't it time for us to release the people?" The old man carried the crane gun with all his strength, and then pointed to the house directly behind.

It was the place where the Flame Angel used to imprison ordinary people, Chen Mo and the others took advantage of the enemy's absence to make a surprise attack, and as soon as they opened an iron cage, the enemy suddenly returned home.

"You don't need to save it, it's all out." Chen Mo pointed to the house.

Dozens of people climbed out of the windows of their houses one after another, all of whom had signs of smoke and fire.

Flame Angels love to burn people, and that's something everyone in the Karsk system knows.

"Are you from the Planetary Guardians?"

"Are reinforcements coming?"

The rescued man asks questions in horror and expectation.

"We're three survivors, and you're fifty-three in all." Chen Mo looked at the people in front of him indifferently, paused and continued: "Fifty-three of us have dealt with heretics on an entire planet, and now it's too late to give ourselves a knife and get freed." ”