Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

For Qin Mo, immersing himself in research and creation is the best form of entertainment.

Use your hands together to write down the knowledge gained during the research on the data panel, and then stare at the knowledge and figure out how to cite it.

Qin Mo spent every day like this when he decided to start researching dimensional channel technology.

The only exception in these repetitive but happy days was that Qin Mo learned from Mimic the way of communication between star gods.

Information spreads through the magnetic field of stars. No matter where the communicating parties are, as long as both parties are willing to communicate, they can communicate anytime and anywhere.

"How is your strength recovering? Can you come and save me?"

"You don't think I haven't told you all the theories of dimensional technology, do you? I am a fragment and don't remember much. Even if I am complete, I am not a star god like you."

"I remember that you have a good relationship with a star god who is good at technology, but I forgot who it is. Otherwise, I could tell you its name and you can go find it directly, so you don't have to study and learn at the same time. …You’re completely starting from scratch now.”

"By the way, when do you plan to leave the nest?"

"..."

Mimic talks a lot. This may be because it talks a lot, or it may be because it finally found someone to talk to.

If the mimicry hadn't directly told him something about dimensional technology, Qin Mo would have cut off the communication long ago.

"Why do you have to verify the knowledge I told you before before using it? Are you on guard against me?"

"Shut up." Qin Mo scolded impatiently, and then the mimicry voice was no longer heard.

He continued his research in a quiet environment, and after an unknown amount of time passed without hearing the mimicry voice, Qin Mo realized that he had subconsciously turned off the communication.

And when he had the idea of ​​communicating, the mimetic voice sounded again.

"What are you going to do after you develop dimensional technology? Go to Earth to find the psychic ape erectus and promote the dimensional engine?"

When Qin Mo heard this question, he stopped studying and suddenly realized that he had never considered this issue before.

If this was during the Great Crusade, or if the Emperor had not yet sat on the Golden Throne, then of course he would have to be found and given the Dimension Engine to him.

Qin Mo's human consciousness makes it difficult for him not to want to help his kind get rid of the influence of subspace. This is a good thing for the race or the material universe.

But the problem is that the Emperor is half-dead, he can't go anywhere, and the guards of the Custodes and the Palace of Terra won't let anyone else get close to him.

In this way, it will be difficult to promote the dimension engine. Is it possible to find high lords to promote the dimension engine? What a joke.

"Human beings have never lacked creativity. The most difficult thing for the current empire is not the research and development of new technologies, but the promotion and use." Qin Mo said to Mimic.

"I don't understand. Assuming that you can use dimensional technology to replace subspace navigation, then why don't humans use this technology immediately? By the same token, will the Necrontyr refuse immortality?" Mimic asked.

"Of course you don't understand, because when the Star God and the Necrontyr met, the subspace was not as deep as it is now." Qin Mo said, "Assuming that you are not the Star God but a mortal, you know that the power of the Chaos Evil God is pervasive. , you even have to wonder if your inspiration is a trap from the evil god. Would you still use technology of unknown origin?"

"That's really tragic. What's the point of human existence if we live like this? Why don't we just have some understanding and just eliminate ourselves."

"You've been broken into pieces and I haven't seen you seeking death. Aren't you trying every means to curry favor with me now, hoping that one day I can go to the Necrontyr to get you?"

"..."

Qin Mo's words directly paused the conversation.

Mimicry was silent for a long time before speaking again: "If the caster's consciousness is not replaced by you but coexists with you, then you must be able to talk very well, because you can both use language as a knife."

"Ha." Qin Mo smiled and stopped talking, concentrating on the current research.

…

Time seems to be non-existent in the hive city.

When Gray woke up as usual and walked to the mirror and found that his beard was very long, he realized that nearly a hundred days and nights had passed since Qin Mo started researching and stayed behind closed doors.

And for nearly a hundred days and nights, Gray did the same thing, that is, he and Anruida kept going to various places to accelerate the death of the rebels. He rested until he was too tired to fight anymore, and continued the same after waking up. things.

"Arida, are you awake?" Gray picked up the communicator and asked.

"Wake up." Anreda's voice came out, "You can leave at any time."

"Groot is still unable to participate in combat operations?" Gray took the communicator and walked to the living room of the room. After asking, he sat on the sofa and drank a glass of water.

"Still can't. The legion commander issued an order before starting the research, so that Grote must guard the fortress to protect him."

"The legion commander doesn't need protection. I guess Grote was punished for some reason."

"Who knows. I'm going to start putting on power armor, communication ended."

After Anreda shut down the communication, Gray walked to the window and looked down at the city outside.

As the legion commander's guard, he was assigned a residence in New Cato, located on the twentieth floor of a residential building near the city center.

The construction capacity of logistics machinery is extremely amazing. Most of the construction of the entire city has been completed, and other facilities except the periphery can be used normally.

In the distance, logistics machines are gathering together to print new buildings. On the nearby streets, people send their children to school first, and then go to arsenals and military camps.

Videos of the Planetary Defense Forces fighting alien rebels were played on the outer walls of buildings in the city center.

Countless drones flashing red and blue lights are hovering in every corner of the city, ensuring that no place here becomes lawless.

Observation at this moment is Gray's daily entertainment. He likes to watch the city develop and become increasingly different from the "cesspit" that he smashed during the war.

After Gray watched for a while, the unmanned transport aircraft and Anreda standing on it appeared in his field of vision.

Anreda stood by the hatch holding her helmet, looking at Gray helplessly.

"Come right away." Gray immediately put on his armor and turned around to put on the guard's power armor. After putting it on, he opened the window and jumped onto the transport plane outside.

The two started the day's work as before.

"Where are we going today?" Gray asked Anruida while checking the power armor self-test results.

"Go to the location seven hundred kilometers due north of the city. We received a request for support from the military camp five minutes ago. A woman said that her husband disappeared while out exploring ancient buildings. The army has an exercise today, so we can only go and do this. ”

"Okay, let's go."