NABC Chapter 15: Think Bigger
Chapter 15: Think Bigger
"What just happened to me?"
Grey’s voice crackled over the vox, laced with confusion. His breath was uneven, his body still tingling from whatever had taken hold of him moments ago.
A moment of lost control.
A force he couldn’t see, couldn’t fight.
Something…
"Just the usual warp trickery. What else?" Qin Mo replied dismissively, already turning back to engage the remaining heretics.
There were still heretics left to exterminate.
Regaining his composure, Grey jumped back into the fight, standing shoulder to shoulder with Qin Mo, bolter fire still echoing in his ears.
No time for doubts.
Together, the two annihilated the remaining thousand-strong heretic force stationed at the outpost.
It was not a battle.
It was a slaughter.
When the last enemy fell, Grey slumped onto the ground, catching his breath.
"You know…" He exhaled. "Compared to that firestorm you just unleashed… this power armor feels kind of weak."
Qin Mo didn’t respond.
He simply stood there, unmoving, eyes fixed on the charred battlefield.
Grey frowned.
"What’s wrong?"
Qin Mo lifted his head, his voice calm but firm.
"The heretics have marked me."
Grey immediately sat upright.
His tone turned serious. "That’s bad."
By now, nearly ten thousand Imperial defenders across two key outposts had survived only because of Qin Mo’s intervention.
And countless more were still struggling elsewhere, awaiting reinforcement.
If the heretics had singled him out, they would throw everything they had into eliminating him.
No cost too high.
No method too extreme.
Grey exhaled sharply.
For a moment, he said nothing.
“Qin Mo.”
“What?”
Then, he removed his helmet.
And locked eyes with Qin Mo.
His expression was unwavering.
"I believe that every life has a different value. And yours is worth more than all of ours combined. If I have to lay down my life for you, just say the word."
Qin Mo chuckled softly.
Then, he turned away.
"You’re already doing that."
Grey stood up, following.
"Shouldn’t you hide? Find somewhere the heretics can’t reach you?”
Qin Mo shook his head.
No hesitation.
"I don’t need to hide, nor will I. Let them come. Every assassin, every warband, every sorcerer. The more they focus on me, the fewer enemies our allies have to face.
And that increases their chances of survival before we arrive to reinforce them."
Grey stared at Qin Mo’s back, silent.
Then, Qin Mo turned—issuing their next order.
"We’re regrouping with the other four, then heading back to the 47th Regiment’s stronghold."
Grey’s eyebrow arched. "We’re not
Stealth drones.Surveillance probes.Psyker detectors.
These tools would provide real-time Intelligence of:
Terrain.Enemy and allied troop positions.Supply caches and resource depots.
With this network in place, his forces would always be one step ahead.
Once the logistics and intelligence framework was complete, he moved on to his real passion.
This was what truly excited him.
Not just new weapons.
But a whole new paradigm of war.
A new military doctrine, built from the ground up.
Something beyond the Imperium’s rigid doctrines.
A vision of total battlefield dominance.
And when he was done—
The battlefield would never be the same again.