……

The next day.

Except for Qin Mo, the rest of the people wearing the Praetorian Guard Power Armor all gathered, and the lone army went deep into the rear of the rebels' sphere of influence.

All five people were dispatched, which was very rare.

"What is the order of the Legion Commander?" Grote walked beside Gray, looking at the flamethrower-like thing he was carrying, and asked suspiciously.

Just as Gray was the only one present with a new weapon, Qin Mo only told him the order and asked him to convey it when he gathered with the others.

"The order is simple." Gray picked up the weapon in his hand, "It's a flamethrower-like thing, but it's been modified to spray liquid, we're going to find the rebels and spray it." ”

......After hearing Gray's explanation, Grote and the others looked at each other in a daze, completely unable to understand what this meant.

"So this is a test for a new weapon, right?" Anruida asked.

"Yes and no." Gray shook his head, "Actually, this weapon is the final version, we are using it not testing it, of course we also have the duty to observe the effect." ”

This is even more confusing.

It wasn't until Anruida brainstormed for a while that she asked the most crucial question: "This is supposed to be a weapon against the rebels, but what I don't understand is why we spray it on individual rebels, which will kill a few rebels at most, and it won't be of much use?" ”

Gray wanted to continue explaining, but his mouth was really unfavorable, and he could only remain silent in the end.

Although Qin Mo said that it was okay to spray this weapon on any rebel individual, Gray still thought that it would be better to find some more advanced rebel individuals.

That's why he led the team to the great rear of the rebels' sphere of influence.

The crowd moved on.

After traveling about twelve kilometers, Gray stopped in front of a house, and the others did the same, ready for battle.

Bioprobes have revealed a large number of rebels hiding inside the house, all of whom are in a group and do not know what they are doing.

"Seal every window, every door." Gray walked towards the building with the insecticide.

Grote barricaded the door with a gravity hammer in hand, and the others stood by the window.

The rebels inside the house were praying and did not realize that they had been surrounded.

They surround a statue of a handsome male with four arms, prostrating themselves reverently.

"Good opportunity." Gray pushed away Anrida, who was standing by the window, and set up the insecticide-filled weapon on the window's edge.

It's a flamethrower-like thing, but it's a bit like a sniper rifle, and it looks pretty cool.

Gray couldn't help but fantasize about the power of this weapon before he shot it, imagining that once he fired, a torrent of energy would spray on the rebels, and then they would be corroded into residue by the insecticide in an instant?

"Stop the ink, shoot now!" Grote urged.

Gray immediately pulled the trigger.

Zi –

A blue liquid arced through the air and landed precisely on the back of a rebel infantryman.

The infantryman rubbed his back as he turned his head to look out the window.

The eyes are facing each other.

Gray hurriedly launched the remaining insecticide, and then immediately ran away with Grote, who wanted to fight.

"Why can't we kill them all?" Grote asked dissatisfied.

"Because we may need time to wait for the pesticides to take effect." Gray replied.

Seeing the men in the Praetorian Power Armor, the rebels in the house immediately stopped praying and ran towards Gray and them.

Gray walked the rebels like dogs, observing their status as he ran.

The rebels followed for a long time, and then suddenly there was a mutation.

Some people have a sudden swelling of their feet, some have a chest, and some have their heads.

Then other areas begin to swell as well.

Until they burst like balloons and turned into a puddle of blue liquid.

"The Emperor is above."

"The power of pesticides is not bad......"

"Wouldn't it be more efficient to clean up the building if it were mass-produced for flamethrower?"

Grote was talking about the weapon's effects, and Gray didn't interject.

Gray clearly remembered that he had only hit a small part of the rebel infantry, and the rest of the people had not been hit by the insecticide, but they were still dead.

"Guys." Gray spoke slowly, "This weapon is stronger than we thought, and this will be the first and last time we will use it. ”

"Well, that's all we're dealing with is the rebels in the house, right?" Grouter laughed.

Gray didn't explain too much, turned around and led the group away.

On the way back from the transport plane, no one remembered what Gray had said, and everyone except Gray believed that the pesticide would be mass-produced and listed.

Until the transport plane flew over a battlefield.

Grote really saw a rebel infantry on the battlefield blown up into a blue liquid.

He thought it was a hallucination.

But then came the second, the third......

"Anyone else but us is using pesticides?" Grlot asked.

"No, we're using prototypes." Gray shook his head.

Grote lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

……

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Mo sat in the underground cavern of the fortress, checking the sighting reports that had been collected from the battle line.

All regiments reported seeing the rebels fighting them dissolve into liquids, and as they advanced into new areas, they could also see traces of rebels dissolving in local buildings and desecrated churches.

All this proves that pesticides work very well.

There is no need to make any more adjustments to the pesticides, just wait for the rebels to disappear.

And during this waiting time, Qin Mo planned to study anti-psionic technology.

The specimen and test subject used for the study was naturally Vanessa, a psyker.

"What exactly is the principle of pesticides? Why do they spread so quickly, and don't the rebels quarantine infected individuals? Vanessa was restrained on the operating table, her mouth kept talking.

Qin Mo was disgusted with psionic beings themselves, not to mention that this was still a mouthy psionics.

When she saw that Qin Mo's face was not very good, Vanessa quickly closed her mouth, she could vaguely hear a voice these days telling her to compromise and comply.

Qin Mo gave Vanessa a biological scan, and then carefully reviewed the scan information.

"You know biology or engineering like a genius, why don't you know anything about psionics?" Vanessa asked.

"Shut up, psionics." Qin Mo lowered his head and continued to check the information, but he had to admit in his heart that Vanessa was right, he just didn't know anything about psionic energy.

Qin Mo clearly knew that he was able to create Praetorian Power Armor and other weapons and equipment, not because he had these technologies in his genes like a green skin, but because he could study and learn at the same time, which was probably the effect of his own epiphany.

But in the matter of studying psionic energy, Qin Mo felt as if he was wading through a quagmire.

"Let me teach you." Vanessa said.

"Pull it down." Qin Mo only thought that Vanessa was nonsense.