Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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In the illusion created by the mimicry, all the scenes of the Tyrone 12 Galaxy are intuitively displayed.

Qin Mo stood in the illusion, watching with the ever-changing mimicry.

Qin Mo is still proud of Leviathan's creation. Like the super-dimensional sky and dimensional teleportation technology, it can be called a masterpiece.

It may not be perfect, but it's still a masterpiece.

"Why don't you just let this thing put the medicine and wipe out all the plagues on the planet?" Mimic asked curiously.

"Because this is an experiment." Qin Mo replied. Then he explained the reason to Mimic in detail.

In short, Leviathan, which was designed in two months during the past development period of the Tyrone Galaxy, was not just used to deal with the plague. The reason why it was not filled with a huge amount of medicine was to test whether it could adapt to changes and use it. Use the resources on the target planet to defeat an entire planet of enemies.

After hearing this, the Mimic, which turned into a stone, shook up and down: "So that's it. As expected of the Forger, it only took a year and a half for the galaxy occupied by Ape erectus to become so powerful and advanced."

"Hahahaha." Qin Mo smiled at the compliment from another star god, and then the smile on his face disappeared instantly. He looked at the mimic and asked, "Where have you been these days?"

Mimicry has been out of touch for a while.

We had clearly agreed to cooperate before, and Mimic was responsible for providing intelligence, but as a result, it lost contact from time to time.

If Mimic hadn't often lost contact, there would be no need to send out a fleet for reconnaissance this time. After drawing the star map before, Mimic could directly check the situation of every star system in Tai Lung's sector, and set off directly after the people of the Inquisition left. Just eliminate the plague in the plague-ridden galaxy.

"You know, I am a fragment with incomplete memory and consciousness." Mimic turned into a battleship when speaking. "To other Katans, memory is just some pictures from the past, but to me, memory is a real reappearance. The scene, I don’t know whether I am in memory or reality now.”

Qin Mo thought for a while and then said: "From now on, you will report your status to me regularly. No matter you are immersed in the memories of the past or have gone to do something else, you must report regularly."

At first, Mimic thought this was concern from a friend, but after thinking about it, he felt that Qin Mo was speaking in a commanding tone, and he suddenly felt dissatisfied: "You control everyone's life in the Tyrone Galaxy, control every one of your subordinates, and you still Want to control me, the Star God? Are you too controlling?"

"I really don't want to care about you. Who asked you to have a cooperative relationship with me? If you go crazy again, I can shock you back to normal. You don't want to be immersed in those memories that you don't know are true or false, right?" As Qin Mo spoke, he condensed electric current on his fingertips.

He is no longer what he used to be. When the electric current gathers at his fingertips, the illusion of mimicry cannot be maintained normally and begins to flicker back and forth between Qin Mo's original environment and the illusion.

"My real body is not in front of you. I just separated part of my consciousness... but it does work. As long as I am immersed in true or false memories, just give me a shock." The mimic shook up and down, as if nodding.

"In the future, you will report to me regularly what you are doing. Do you remember?" Qin Mo asked.

"Yeah, remember." Mimic nodded again.

Qin Mo also nodded. He admitted that he was indeed a very controlling person, but he didn't want to control even the mimicry, but was worried about the safety of the mimicry.

What if one day the little Necron Dynasty that imprisoned the Mimic suddenly thought of using it in exchange for some benefits, or if it was found and eaten by other Star God fragments wandering in the universe, that would be bad.

"These plagues." Mimic transformed into a woman and stared at Galaxy No. 12. "Why are they raging around Tyrone, but there are no plague infections in Tyrone Galaxy?"

The illusion was switched to the Tyrone galaxy, and then narrowed to the planet. Mimicry browsed the three worlds of Tyrone at an extremely fast speed, confirming that there was indeed no plague.

"There's no need to look for it. It's indeed not there." Qin Mo himself felt strange.

There is indeed no plague in the Tyrone galaxy. If there is, the main control intelligence will definitely eliminate it and report it as soon as possible.

"Is it possible that these plagues were spread when ships passed by?" Mimicry continued to control the illusion.

The illusion showed the current scene of Galaxy No. 12, and then switched from clockwise to counterclockwise, just like a movie player playing backwards.

Qin Mo felt that the principle of mimicry was similar to the trace traces he had used at the top of Tailong's nest capital before.

It continued to regress at an extremely fast speed. Until tens of millions of years ago, all the worlds in the No. 12 galaxy were still in a barbaric state. The only fleets that came to this galaxy were the Tyrone fleet and the fleet when the Empire came over during the Great Expedition. , and the fleet that was the first to colonize this galaxy tens of thousands of years ago.

"Okay, my guess is wrong." Mimicry said helplessly.

"This Nurgle plague may not have been spread by someone. It may have suddenly appeared in the universe?" Qin Mo said.

"Then why is your Tyrone system not infected?"

"Maybe it's because..." After Qin Mo thought carefully, he thought it might be that his star god's power was getting stronger and stronger, which might have played a role in isolating the influence of subspace.

For example, when the subspace engine is used, it must go to the Mandeville Point and stay as far away from stars and planets as possible, otherwise extremely serious consequences may occur.

The C'tan may also be equivalent to celestial bodies and can directly avoid the influence of large-scale subspace, so there is no plague. And outside the Tyron system is the "Mandeville Point", and the plague of unbelief can spread outside Tyron.

Qin Mo told the mimicry what he had come up with, and then asked it: "You should know more about this kind of thing than me, right?"

"I was broken countless years ago. I don't even know what the hell the Mandeville Point you are talking about is." Mimic shook his head and said.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Mo looked at the illusion, "Show me what every galaxy in the Tailong Star District looks like."

"Tailon Sector? Have you even thought of the name for this sector?" Mimic said while showing the detailed status of each galaxy, allowing Qin Mo to see the conditions of dozens of worlds in the Tyrone Galaxy.

The Tyrone fleet has completed or is in the process of cleaning up the entire star sector. The progress is extremely fast. In three days, the Plague of Faithlessness will be cleared out of the entire star sector, and then there will be some breathing space.

Qin Mo decided to register everyone in the world in the entire star region and promote the management methods of the Tailong Galaxy. Those who resisted and the governors would be eliminated by the army like the plague.

Order will be spread to every corner of the Tyrone sector.

Mimicry didn't know what Qin Mo was thinking. It allowed the illusion to show the conditions of all the galaxies in the Tailong sector so that Qin Mo could observe them from a macro perspective.

A moment later, in the seventeenth galaxy at the edge of the Tyrone star sector, some purple cracks appeared at the edge of the galaxy, and then twelve battleships came from the subspace to the material universe.

"Are they enemies?" Mimic asked.

Qin Mo stared at the warships that suddenly appeared in the galaxy. These warships were similar in shape to the Empire's Moon-class cruisers and Tempest-class frigates, but their shapes were twisted and weird. There was a huge amount of flesh and blood attached to the metal shell of the ship. Twisting and wriggling green tentacles or organs such as eyes, mouth, and teeth.

"We only need to observe, and leave the rest to the fleet." Qin Mo said.