Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"War machine plus us..." Mimic thought for a moment and then decided it was feasible.

The thought of the Nightbringer Mimicry makes me feel scared, but after all, it was broken into pieces, not as a whole but as a fragment. It would be too pessimistic to think that even the war machine built by the Forger could not defeat the Nightbringer fragments.

"Tell me your location." Qin Mo ordered.

The mimicry immediately caused the illusion to change, showing the galaxy in which it was located.

This galaxy is 700 light-years away to the east of the Tyrone sector. There is only one such galaxy within 700 light-years of the surrounding area. It is possible that the Necrons dormant here wiped out nearby galaxies before falling asleep.

The illusion also shows all the conditions of this galaxy.

There is only one planet in this galaxy. This planet looks black and there are no signs of Necron activity on it, so the Necron dynasty that imprisoned the mimic has not yet awakened.

"Which undead dynasty imprisoned you?" Qin Mo asked.

The Necrons are not a bunch of weaklings, they must also be considered as participants in the war.

"Maybe I can remember it after a while, but now I have forgotten the name of this dynasty." Mimic said very confused.

Qin Mo suddenly felt helpless.

Mimicry's memory and unstable status are its biggest weaknesses now, but this is inevitable for a fragment of the Star God. The only solution is to find and fuse each of its fragments together, but this method is not feasible. sex.

Whether all the fragments of mimicry are in the galaxy is a matter of debate.

After taking the situation of mimicry into consideration, Qin Mo asked again: "Are you sure you can participate in the battle? Don't forget everything or lose contact when the Nightbringer comes to your door."

"I can fight." Mimic said firmly.

Qin Mo nodded, but still took into account the possibility of mimicry going abnormal during the battle, and finally made a decision.

"You should stay as normal as possible during this period, and always monitor the situation in nearby galaxies. Report to me whether the Nightbringer or the Nurgle fleet comes."

"I will predict the time when the Nightbringer fragments will arrive. I will prepare all weapons as much as possible before the Nightbringer comes. If the Nightbringer comes late, I can design several more weapons. But if the Nightbringer comes, Come on...the only ones that can be used are the Iron Man Force's Super Dimensional Sky and another trump card. The Tyrone Fleet will not participate in the battle, because mortals cannot participate in this battle at all."

Mimic listened quietly to Qin Mo's strategy, and after thinking about it, he felt it was feasible, but there was still a very important question.

"I am locked in a hypercube maze, on this planet." Mimic pointed at the black planet, "My consciousness can penetrate the maze, but my body cannot. What if the Nightbringer kills the army of the Necron Dynasty that imprisoned me? , and then eat me immediately?"

The so-called hypercube maze is a strange Necron creation. It is only about the size of a fist but contains a huge space inside. When the prisoner is in the maze, as long as he tries to use power to destroy the maze, that power will be used in turn. Strengthen the maze.

It is impossible for Mimic to actively break the maze and run out, but it is not difficult for a Star God fragment to open the maze from the outside. This means that Mimic will always be in a passive state, and it is impossible not to be obtained by the Nightbringer fragment. .

"If the Night Holder wants to eat you, you must first break the maze. I need you to delay as much as possible for a few seconds after coming out, and at the same time release an energy signal. I can lock this energy signal for a super long-distance teleportation and teleport you to me. Come." Qin Mo replied.

After hearing this, the mimicry felt unreliable, but there was no other way. In the end, I could only nod in agreement: "Okay."

"Now there is one last thing, give me a prediction of what will happen in the future." Qin Mo ordered.

Mimic immediately complied.

After it transformed into a smooth transparent sphere, its interior revealed the Milky Way as it rotated in a circle.

Finally, the mimic opened its eyes and turned into a human with a look of astonishment on its face: "The fragment of the Nightbringer will arrive in my galaxy within seven days... Then I saw it fighting a fleet. This Every battleship in the fleet is covered with flesh and blood..."

"Those flesh-and-blood battleships... their purpose seems to be to break into inhabited galaxies, then explode themselves, releasing a poisonous plague that kills every living thing in the galaxy..."

"Are you sure you saw a battleship with flesh and blood, and not my Tyron fleet?" Qin Mo was very confused as to why the Nightbringer was fighting with the Nurgle fleet?

Mimic nodded vigorously: "I'm sure. Those warships with flesh and blood seem to have chosen my galaxy as a rally point."

"Great!" Qin Mo beamed with joy, "Now we are saved from a big trouble."

…

Two days later.

In a galaxy seven hundred light years away from the Tyrone sector and with only one black planet, a large number of flesh-and-blood space hulks docked near the Mandeville Point.

These hulks were originally unable to move, but they gained the ability to sail after part of their structure mutated into dirty, rotting flesh.

More than seventy hulks, large and small, have different degrees of mutation, but one thing they have in common is that the sterns of the hulks are all dragging expanding pustules.

The arrival of these scrap ships is just the beginning, and many warships with normal combat capabilities have entered the galaxy one after another.

In one of the extremely large cruisers covered with appendages and wrapped in corrupted flesh, the undead inquisitor Horst was lying in a pipe recording his investigation into the plague after leaving the Tyron system.

"The plague around Tyrone Galaxy is similar to the plague at the Cadian Gate, but not exactly the same. The plague here seems to have been weakened..."

"When I heard that Governor Tyrone had cleared the plague, I ended my investigation and returned. We came across an extremely sacrilegious warship that sank our ship in less than a solar hour... and before that I A boarding operation was organized, but those heretics failed to eliminate me, so I hid."

Horst wrote down his experiences these days on parchment. After thinking for a while, he changed "I hid" to "I conducted covert investigation on the enemy ship."

After recording, Horst collected the parchment and stuffed it into his leather jacket.

This time he brought everything he could.

A leather jacket - from an Ecclesiastical priest who has a fanatical belief in the Emperor. This priest once led his believers to fight in a plague-ridden environment on the planet. Not only will this priest not be infected by the virus, he will also not be infected by the virus. A hit from a gun can crush an armored vehicle with a flail.

The Emperor's Tarot - the oldest and rarest Emperor's Tarot deck available today, more complete than any other Emperor's Tarot deck available today.

A scroll depicting the Emperor in his heyday.

Any of these three things are treasures of infinite value, and even their collection value is far less than their practical value.

Horst breathed the virus-laden air without feeling any discomfort. After a short rest, he continued crawling in the abandoned pipe.

The battleship itself was equivalent to a big city, with an intricate pipeline network, but Horst felt something in his heart guiding him forward. He just had to trust this feeling and keep crawling.

Eventually Horst came to a fork in the pipeline network, where he heard a group of people talking.

"I keep dreaming about a guy in black robes and holding a sickle these days. I'm almost going crazy with nightmares..."

"I also had nightmares, and I seemed to dream of a man in black robes holding a sickle... Is it the death shroud?"

"Wait a minute...the nightmare you are talking about...does the man in black robe look like the God of Death in ancient mythology?"

"..."

Horst was confused when he heard this conversation. He didn't understand the purpose of hearing this chat at first, but after listening to it, he recalled some things.

Even when I was resting these days, I could dream of a strange man wearing black robes and holding a sickle.

It’s not strange to have nightmares. The strange thing is that many people have the same nightmares.

Horst immediately recorded this information and continued crawling forward.

On the way, it could always hear the crew discussing nightmares and the strange man wearing black robes and holding a scythe in the nightmare, and this strange man completely fit everyone's impression of the God of Death.

Horst advanced a while longer and heard that a crew member had committed suicide.

I heard that some people on the ship had visions of monsters holding scythes slaughtering the entire ship. They couldn't bear the torture, so they poked their eyes out.

Some people were even heard drawing pictures with blood on the ship, using the thickest black blood to draw the weirdos they saw in their nightmares.

Anxiety and panic are spreading throughout the ship, there is no fighting now, but attrition is due to suicide and self-mutilation by a large number of undecided crew members.

After staying on the ship for another two days, Horst found that the situation was getting worse and worse, and he actually began to feel despair and fear.

Horst had to think that a third trouble besides the plague and these fleets was coming soon, and this third trouble was definitely more terrifying.

Before making his next move, Horst decided to do some math.

"Great Lord of Humanity, please guide me." Horst took out the Emperor Tarot Cards, praying and muttering while closing his eyes and shuffling the order of each Tarot Card.

While the shuffling process was going on, five tarot cards fell out of Horst's hand.

"Emperor, is this your revelation?" Horst stretched out his hand tremblingly and turned over the five fallen tarot cards one by one. When he began to try to interpret them, a vision appeared in front of him.

A terrifying being who is always hungry and loves to kill living creatures. It is the embodiment of death.

Its mere existence can bring despair and fear to living beings, so that in the minds of humans and most alien races, the God of Death is an image wearing a black robe and holding a sickle.

And part of this entity is approaching.

The vision showed Horst this information, and he immediately understood that everything that happened on the ship was a sign that something more terrible than the plague was coming.

This is a harbinger of impending death.

"I have to leave quickly." Horst said to himself, looking around and looking at the pipe entrance on the left. Even though he didn't plan at all and didn't know what was on the other side of the pipeline, he just knew where he should go.

I haven't slept since I was on duty at noon yesterday, and I feel like I'm completely empty and uncomfortable. I'll update two chapters today, and wait until I have a night's rest. I'll make up for what I owe today tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.