Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 144 Nurgle Fleet
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In the illusion created by the mimicry, all the images of the Tailong NO.12 galaxy are being intuitively displayed.

Qin Mo stood in the illusion, watching together with the constantly changing mimicry.

Qin Mo is still proud of such a creation as Leviathan, which can be called a masterpiece just like the super-dimensional sky dome and the dimensional teleportation technology.

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

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

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

In short, Leviathan, which took two months to design during the development of the Tyron galaxy in the past, was not just used to deal with the plague. The resources on the target planet eliminate an entire planet of enemies.

After listening to it, the mimetic that turned into a stone shook up and down: "So that's it. You really deserve to be the Founder. It only took one and a half years to make the galaxy occupied by the erect ape so powerful and advanced."

"Hahahaha." Qin Mo accepted the compliment from another Star God with a smile, and then the smile on his face disappeared instantly. He stared at the mimicry and asked, "Where have you been these days?"

Mimic has been out of touch for a while.

It was clearly agreed to cooperate before, and Mimic was responsible for providing information, but it lost contact for a while from time to time.

If it weren't for Mimic's frequent loss of contact, there would be no need to send a fleet to scout this time. After drawing the star map before, Mimic can directly check the situation of each galaxy in the star area where Tyrone is located, and set off directly after the people of the Inquisition are gone. Plague-ravaged galaxies just wipe out the plague.

"You know, I'm a piece of fragmented memory and consciousness." The mimic turned into a battleship as he spoke, "Memories are just pictures of the past to other Catans, but to me memories are real reproductions I don’t even know if I’m in memory or reality.”

Qin Mo thought for a while, and then said: "In the future, you will report to me your status regularly, no matter whether you are immersed in the memory of the past or you are doing something, you must report regularly."

At first, the imitation felt that this was the concern from a friend, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that Qin Mo's tone of voice was commanding, and he suddenly felt dissatisfied: "You control the lives of everyone in the Talon galaxy, and control every one of your subordinates. Want to control me, a star god? Is your desire to control too strong?"

"I really don't want to care about you. Who told you to cooperate with me? If you go crazy again, I can put you back to normal. You don't want to be immersed in those memories that you don't know whether they are true or not?" Qin Mo condensed electricity on his fingertips as he spoke.

Now he is not what he used to be. When the electric current gathers at the fingertips, the mimetic illusion cannot be maintained normally, and starts to flicker back and forth between Qin Moyuan's own environment and the illusion.

"My body is not in front of you, I just separated part of my consciousness... But it is really useful, as long as I am immersed in true or false memories, you can shock me." The mimic shook up and down, as if nodding.

"Report to me what you are doing regularly in the future, remember?" Qin Mo asked.

"Well, I remember." Mimic nodded again.

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

If one day the little necromantic dynasty that imprisoned the mimic has a brain twitch and plans to exchange it for some benefits, or if it is found and eaten by other star god fragments wandering in the universe, that would be bad.

"These plagues." The mimic turned into a woman, staring at the NO.12 galaxy, "Why are they raging around Tyron, but there is no plague infection in the Tyron galaxy?"

The illusion was switched to the Tyrone galaxy, and then narrowed down to the scope of the planet. Mimic scanned the three worlds of Tyrone at an extremely fast speed, and confirmed that there was indeed no plague.

"You don't need to look for it, there really isn't one." Qin Mo himself felt strange.

There is indeed no plague in the Tyrone galaxy. If there is, the master control intelligence must clear 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 shows the current picture of the NO.12 galaxy, and then changes from clockwise display to reverse time display, just like a movie player playing backwards.

Qin Mo felt that the principle of the trick of mimicry was similar to the trace backtracking that he used on the spire of Tailong's hive capital before.

In this way, it has been regressing at an extremely fast speed. Until tens of millions of years ago, all the worlds in the No. 12 galaxy were still in a barren state. The only fleets that came to this galaxy were the Tyrone fleet and the fleet from the Great Crusade of the Empire. , and the first fleets that came to colonize this galaxy tens of thousands of years ago.

"Okay, my guess was wrong." Mimic shrugged helplessly.

"This is the Nurgle Plague. It may not have been spread by someone, maybe it just appeared in the universe suddenly?" Qin Mo said.

"Then why isn't your Tyrone galaxy infected?"

"Maybe it's because..." After thinking carefully, Qin Mo thought that 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 the subspace.

For example, when the subspace engine is in use, it must go to the Mandeville point and stay as far away from stars and planets as possible, otherwise there may be extremely serious consequences.

The star god may also be equivalent to a celestial body and can directly avoid the influence of a large-scale subspace, so there is no plague, and the "Mandeville point" is outside the Tyron galaxy, and the plague of unbelief can spread outside Tyron.

Qin Mo told Mimic what he had come up with, and then asked it: "You should know more about things like this than I do?"

"I was crushed countless years ago, and I don't even know what the hell you said about Mandeville." Mimic shook his head.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Mo looked towards the illusion, "Show me every galaxy in the Tailong sector."

"Tylon star region? Have you even thought of the name of this star region?" Mimicry said while showing the detailed status of each galaxy, allowing Qin Mo to see the situation of dozens of worlds in the Talon galaxy.

The Tyrone Fleet has already cleaned up or is cleaning up the entire star area, and the progress is extremely fast. In three days, the plague of unbelief will be cleared from the entire star area, and then there will be a little breathing time.

Qin Mo decided to register all people in all the worlds in the entire star area, and spread the management methods of the Tyrone galaxy. Those who resisted and the governor would be wiped out by the army like a plague.

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

The mimicry doesn't know what Qin Mo is thinking, it makes the illusion show the situation of all the galaxies in the Tailong star area, so that Qin Mo can observe from a macro perspective.

A moment later, in the No. 17 galaxy at the outermost edge of the Tyron star area, some purple cracks appeared on the edge of the galaxy, and then twelve warships came from the subspace to the material universe.

"Are they enemies?" the Mime asked.

Qin Mo stared at the battleships that suddenly appeared in the galaxy. These battleships were similar in shape to the empire's moon-class cruisers and storm-class frigates, but their shapes were distorted and weird. Huge amounts of flesh and blood were attached to the metal shells of the ships. Twisted, wriggling green tentacles or organs like eyes, mouths and teeth.

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

(End of this chapter)