Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Five days later.

All crew members of the Nurgle fleet throughout the galaxy are becoming more and more frightened and desperate. Some people tried to escape here, but desperately found that the warp engine could not be started.

Even within the galaxy, interference similar to the gravity of celestial bodies occurs near the Mandeville point, and this interference is becoming more and more serious.

All battleships have lost their combat capabilities. No one noticed that a black mist was flowing on the dead surface of the black planet, and finally condensed into a ten-meter-tall metal entity on the equator.

One of the fragments of Azagorod the Nightbringer arrives.

This fragment, which stubbornly believed that it was the Nightbringer's true form, looked around and felt a little surprised after scanning the scene.

Because it is empty here and there are no enemies in sight.

According to the speculation of the Night Holder, when it appears on the planet where Mimic is located, there will be armies all over the planet lining up and preparing to arrest him, but he does not know whether They were negligent or something, anyway, no enemies appear now.

Maybe mimicry doesn't exist on this planet at all?

When the Night Holder thought of this, it immediately closed its eyes to perceive.

A certain star god that was devoured many years ago has a powerful sensing ability. When he is on this black planet, the Night Holder is extremely sure that the mimic is on this planet.

It even knows where the mimicry is - in the gap between dimensions.

"A miserable slave race, a miserable weakling."

"Why aren't there those miserable metal slaves here? I'm going to kill all those bastards who betrayed me!"

"Isn't it nice to have no enemies?"

"Look! There's a fleet in the galaxy!"

The Night Holder was talking to itself crazily, its mind filled with many Star God thoughts, and these thoughts would use its own voice to speak sarcastically when it spoke.

But sometimes it will provide some tips.

After saying that there was a fleet in the galaxy, the Night Holder raised its head and looked at the sky. Its sight fell on the fleet that was extremely far away from the planet where it was located.

The warships in this fleet could not move normally, but the flesh and blood fused with them gave them the ability to move.

This fleet was too weak to be regarded as an enemy by the Nightbringer, and he didn't care when he came out. He thought that his hatred and disgust came from the tombs where metal slaves slept under the planet.

"Disgusting stuff," Nightbringer said.

The flesh and blood fused with the battleship is not disgusting, but the Night Holder has seen something more disgusting than this in a long time. In its eyes, those metal skeletons are much more disgusting than this kind of flesh and blood battleship.

What really makes the Nightbringer uncomfortable is the subspace energy attached to these battleships.

"It's a blasphemy."

"No, it should be a provocation."

"It's just a provocation, kill them!"

The space around the Night Holder echoed with these voices of different tones, but these voices all had a common purpose, which was to clean up the fleet of unknown origins in the galaxy.

The Night Holder raised his hand and made a holding motion. The charred soil around him was converted into metal and gathered into a sickle. When it had the idea of ​​getting closer, it instantly came from the surface of the planet to the vicinity of Mandeville Point in the entire galaxy. , which is directly in front of those hateful fleets.

"A lot of them have died."

"Frail creatures, our mere proximity to this system can instill fear and despair in them."

The Night Holder stared at the fleet in front of him. These warships could no longer operate normally.

Before he arrived, the crew of the battleship began to commit suicide. When he appeared in the galaxy, there were only a few determined people left in the ship.

But these people who survived could do nothing. When the Nightbringer scanned each ship with his eyes at close range, the weak creatures inside were already screaming to death, and their dirty and stinking souls separated from the body.

The Night Holder immediately went to devour the souls of the deceased. Although the taste was not very good, he thought that he had nothing to criticize after he had fallen to this point.

Hundreds of thousands of sailors across the entire fleet were deprived of their lives by the sight of the Nightbringer.

Perhaps other star gods would have to release a small lightning bolt to annihilate them when faced with a large army of mortals, but the Nightbringer doesn't need that. It can deprive the lives of countless mortal beings in an instant.

"Let's do something good for the universe."

"Destroy their battleships."

The Night Holder waved his arms, and a giant black vortex emerged above the entire fleet, with countless black tendrils protruding from it and pulling the battleships into it.

After banishing the filthy warship to his own unique dimension, the Nightbringer immediately returned to the surface of the planet to get down to business.

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Everything in this galaxy is displayed in real time by mimicry using illusion abilities.

Mimicry doesn't think Nightbringer is that strong, this can only be said to be routine.

Qin Mo felt that it was reasonable and unexpected.

The Nurgle fleet is on a collision course. The Nightbringer can kill the crew of the battleship with just one look. Just being close to the galaxy can cause the crew members in the fleet to have nightmares and commit suicide. This is the characteristic of the Nightbringer. Suppose today If it's not the Nightbringer fragments but other Star God fragments that come, it will take some effort.

While observing, Qin Mo was still analyzing the strength of this Star God fragment in his mind.

The strength of different fragments of a Star God varies greatly.

The weakest Nightbringer shards can be frightened by an Ultramarines Captain Astartes armed with a melta bomb.

The most powerful ones can even control the Necrons and let these enemies help them find scythes.

There are even shards of C'tan that can destroy the Necron's world engine and turn mountains and rivers into lava with just a raise of your hand.

The fragment of the Night Holder in front of me... should be at the mid-range level.

"I feel like I'm finished." Mimic turned into a shield and said tremblingly.

Its fear is not without reason.

The Nightbringer fragment has penetrated deep into the planet's underground, and it is using unique methods to find tombs where Necrons are dormant. These tombs are not simply buried underground, but are blessed with a lot of black technology, such as static force fields. What dimensional gap...

These can delay things a bit.

I just don’t know what the situation is with the undead in the tomb. The fragments of the Star God have destroyed the Nurgle fleet in the galaxy, but these ribs still don’t come out to do their work.

"Don't worry, you won't be finished." Qin Mo comforted the mimic with a confident look on his face, "Even if I enter space and face-to-face with the Nightbringer fragments, I may not be defeated by it, not to mention that I have used all the things at the bottom of the box. .”

After hearing this, the mimic waved his hand to change the illusion, changing the content displayed in the illusion from the fragments of the Night Holder to the space in the Tyrone galaxy.

Far away, two satellites called Space Fortress are orbiting a metal planet that has just been built.

"This thing obviously hasn't been built, right?" Mimic was not reassured.

"Of course it hasn't been built, otherwise it wouldn't be called a fortress, but a celestial engine." Qin Mo nodded, "But believe me, with the addition of Leviathan, the super-dimensional sky dome and other miscellaneous things, it will be piled up to death and night." It’s not a problem.”

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.