Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 148 The Omen of Death
"War Machine plus us..." Mimic thought for a while and thought it was feasible.

The thought of Nightbringer's mimicry is terrifying, but it was broken after all, and what came out was not a whole but a fragment. It would be too pessimistic to think that even the war machines built by the Founder could not defeat the Nightbringer fragments.

"Tell me your location." Qin Mo ordered.

The mimicry immediately changed the illusion, showing the galaxy he was in.

This galaxy is [-] light-years away to the east of the Tyron star area, and there is only such a galaxy within [-] light-years around it. It is possible that the necrons dormant here wiped out the nearby galaxies before they fell 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 is no sign of necromancer activity on it, so the necromancer dynasty that imprisoned mimics has not yet awakened.

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

The Necrons are not a bunch of weak chickens, and they must be considered as participating parties.

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

Qin Mo suddenly felt helpless.

Mimic's memory and state instability are its biggest weaknesses now, but this is inevitable for a piece of Star God, the only solution is to find and fuse each piece of it together, but this method is not feasible sex.

Whether the fragments of mimicry are all in the Milky Way is another matter.

After taking the situation of mimicry into consideration, Qin Mo asked again: "Are you sure you can participate in the battle? Don't you 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 consideration the possibility of the mimicry going awry during the battle, and finally made a decision.

"You try to keep as normal as possible during this time, and always monitor the situation in the nearby galaxies, and report to me whether it is the Nightbringer or the Nurgle fleet."

"Let me predict the time when the fragments of the Nightbringer will come. Before the Nightbringer comes, I will try my best to prepare all the weapons. If the Nightbringer comes late, I can design several more weapons, but if it comes Hurry up...the only thing that can be used is the Super-Dimensional Skydome of the Iron Man Army and another hole card, the Tyrone Fleet will not participate in the battle, because mortals simply cannot participate in this battle."

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

"I'm locked in a hypercube maze, on this planet." The mimicry pointed to the black planet, "My consciousness can penetrate the maze but the body can't, in case the Nightbringer kills the army of the Necron Dynasty that imprisoned me , and then eat me right away, what should I do?"

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

It is impossible for Mimic to actively break the maze and run out, but opening the maze from the outside is not difficult at all for a star god fragment, which means that Mimic will always be in a passive state, and it is impossible for it not to be obtained by Nightbringer fragments .

"The night bearer wants to eat you, you have to break through the maze first, I need you to wait as long as possible for a few seconds after you come out, and at the same time release the energy signal, I can lock this energy signal for a super long-distance transmission, and send you to me Come." Qin Mo replied.

Hearing that the imitation felt unreliable, but there was no other way, so he could only nod in agreement in the end: "Okay."

"There is one last thing to do now, predict the future situation for me." Qin Mo ordered.

Mimic complied immediately.

After it transformed into a smooth transparent sphere, the Milky Way galaxy revealed within it turned around.

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

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

"Are you sure what you saw was a battleship with flesh and blood, not my Tyrone fleet?" Qin Mo wondered why the Nightbringer was fighting with Nurgle's fleet?
Mimic nodded vigorously: "I'm sure. Those flesh-and-blood warships seem to have chosen my galaxy as a rally point."

"That's great!" Qin Mo's face beamed with joy, "Now we've saved a big trouble."

……

Two days later.

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

These hulks were originally immobile, but after some of their structures mutated into dirty, rotting flesh, they became capable of sailing.

More than 70 hulks, large and small, have different degrees of variation, but there is one thing in common, that is, the stern of the hulks is dragging ever-expanding pustules.

The arrival of these hulks 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 corrupt flesh, the undead judge Horst was lying on the pipe and recording his investigation of the plague after leaving the Tyron galaxy.

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

"When I heard that Governor Tyrone had cleaned up the plague, we concluded our investigation and returned when we encountered an extremely blasphemous warship that sank our ship in less than a solar hour...and before that I A boarding operation was organized, and the heretics failed to destroy me, and I went into hiding."

Horst wrote his experiences these days on parchment, and after thinking for a while, he changed "I hid" to "I was conducting a covert investigation on an enemy ship."

After recording, Horst put away the parchment and stuffed it into the leather jacket.

He brought everything he could bring this time.

A leather coat - from an Anglican priest who has a fanatical belief in the emperor. This priest once led believers in battle in a plague-ridden environment on his planet. This priest is not only immune to virus infection, but also immune to When the gun hits, it can smash an armored vehicle with a flail.

A set of Emperor Tarot decks - the oldest and most precious Emperor Tarot decks that can be found now, more complete than any other Emperor Tarot decks in existence.

A scroll depicting the emperor in his heyday.

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

Horst breathed the virus-filled air without any discomfort. After a short rest, he continued to crawl through the abandoned pipes.

The battleship itself is equivalent to a big city, and the pipeline network is intricate, but Horst feels that something in his heart is guiding him forward, he just needs to believe this feeling and continue to crawl.

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

"I've been dreaming about a guy wearing a black robe and holding a scythe these days. I'm going crazy from the nightmare..."

"I also have nightmares. It seems that I also dreamed of a person wearing a black robe and holding a sickle... Is it the death shroud?"

"Wait... the nightmare you are talking about... does that person in black look like the God of Death in ancient mythology?"

"..."

Horst, who heard the conversation, was puzzled. At first he didn't understand the use of hearing the small talk, but after listening to it, he recalled something.

I can also dream of a strange man wearing a black robe and holding a sickle when I am resting these days.

It's not surprising to have nightmares, but it's strange that so many people have the same nightmares.

Horst immediately recorded the information and continued to crawl forward.

On the way, it can always hear the crew members discussing the nightmare, discussing the strange man wearing a black robe and holding a scythe in the nightmare, and this strange man completely fits everyone's impression of the god of death.

Horst advanced for a while, and he heard that a crew member had committed suicide.

Hearing that some people on the ship saw the vision of the strange man with a scythe slaughtering the entire ship, it was so unbearable that he poked his eyes blind.

There were even heard of some people painting in blood on board the ship, drawing the monsters they saw in their nightmares in the thickest black blood.

Anxiety and panic are spreading throughout the battleship, and there is no fighting now, but suicides and self-mutilations of a large number of unsteady crew members have resulted in attrition.

After staying on the boat for another two days, Horst found that the situation was getting worse, and he even began to have feelings of despair and fear.

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

Horst decided to do the math before taking the next step.

"Great Lord of Humanity, please guide me." Horst took out the Emperor's Tarot cards, and while praying and murmuring, he closed his eyes and disrupted the order of each Tarot card.

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

"Emperor, is this your revelation?" Horst reached out tremblingly and opened the five fallen Tarot cards one by one. When he began to try to interpret, a vision appeared in front of him.

A terrifying being that is eternally hungry and fond of slaughtering the living, it is the embodiment of death.

Its mere existence can bring despair and fear to the living beings, so that in the impression of humans and most alien races, the god of death is the image of wearing a black robe and holding a scythe.

And a part of this entity is approaching.

The vision showed Horst this information, making him immediately understand that everything that happened on this 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 and looked around, looking at the entrance of the pipeline on the left.Even though he hadn't planned at all and didn't know what was on the other side of the pipe, he just knew where he had to go.

　Yesterday noon, I didn’t go to bed until now, I feel that my whole body is vain and very uncomfortable. I will update two chapters today, and wait for me to rest for a night. I will make up what I owe today tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)