Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 41
For Qin Mo, immersing himself in research and creation is the best form of entertainment.

Use both hands to write the knowledge acquired in the research on the data panel, and then stare at the knowledge and figure out how to refer to it.

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

The only exception during this period of repetitive but happy days is that Qin Mo learned the way of communication between star gods from mimicry.

Information is transmitted through the stellar magnetic field. No matter where the two communicating parties are, as long as both parties are willing to communicate, they can communicate anytime and anywhere.

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

"You don't think I didn't tell you all the theories of Dimension Technology, do you? I am a fragment and don't remember much. Even if I am complete, then 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 can tell you its name and you can go to it directly, so you don't have to study and learn here... You are completely starting from scratch now."

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

"..."

Mimic talks a lot, maybe it's because it already talks a lot, or maybe it's because it finally found someone who can talk.

If it wasn't for the imitation that would directly inform some content about Dimension Technology, Qin Mo would have cut off the communication a long time ago.

"Why do you have to verify the knowledge I told you before you are willing to use it? Are you guarding against me?"

"Shut up." Qin Mo scolded impatiently, and then he couldn't hear the mimetic voice.

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

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

"What do you plan to do after researching the dimensional technology? Go to the earth to find that psionic upright ape and promote the dimensional engine?"

Hearing this question, Qin Mo stopped to study, and suddenly realized that he had never considered this question.

If this is the time of the Great Crusade, or when the Emperor has not yet sat on the Golden Throne, then of course he has to be found and the Dimensional Engine given to him.

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

But the problem is that the emperor is half dead, he can't go anywhere, and the guards of the Custodian and Terra Palace will not let others near him.

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

"Humans 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 you can use dimensional technology to replace subspace navigation, why don't humans use this technology immediately? By the same token, would 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, "Suppose you are not a Star God but a mortal, and you know that the power of the Chaos God is pervasive, and you even have to wonder if your inspiration is a trap of the God. Would you still use unknown technology?"

"That's really tragic. What's the meaning of existence for human beings living like this, it's better to just kill yourself at the point of understanding."

"You're all in pieces and I didn't see you looking for death. Aren't you trying to curry favor with me now, hoping that one day I can go to the Necronterror to get you?"

"..."

Qin Mo's words directly stopped the conversation.

The mimic was silent for a long time before speaking again: "If the consciousness of the caster 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."

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

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Time does not seem to exist in the Hive Capital Hive.

When Gray woke up as usual and walked in front of the mirror to find that his beard was already very long, he realized that nearly a hundred days and nights had passed since Qin Mo began to study and stayed behind closed doors.

And for nearly a hundred days and nights, Gray was doing the same thing, that is, going to various places with An Ruida to accelerate the death of the rebels, resting until he was tired and could no longer fight, and continued the same thing after waking up.

"Andreda, are you awake?" Gray asked while picking up the communicator.

"Wake up." An Ruida'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.

"It's still not possible. 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 wearing power armor. Communication ends."

After An Ruida shut off the communication, Gray went to the window and looked down at the city outside.

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

The construction capability of the logistics machinery is extremely astonishing. The construction of the entire city has been completed more than half, and other facilities except the periphery can be used normally.

Far away, logistics machines are gathering to print new buildings, and nearby streets are sending their children to school before going to the arsenal and barracks.

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

Numerous drones with flashing red and blue lights are circling every corner of the city, making sure that no place here will become lawless.

Observation at this moment is Gray's daily entertainment, and he likes to watch the city develop and become more and more different from the "shithole" he has smashed in the war.

After Gray looked at it for a while, the unmanned transport plane and An Ruida standing on it appeared in his vision.

An Ruida stood by the hatch with his helmet in his arms, looking helplessly at Gray.

"Come right away." Gray immediately put on his clothes and turned to put on the power armor of the guards. After putting on, he opened the window and jumped onto the transport plane outside.

The two started their day's work as before.

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

"Go to the location 5 kilometers due north of the city. Five minutes ago, I received a support request from the military camp. A lady said that her husband disappeared while going out to investigate ancient buildings. The army has an exercise today, so let's go and do it."

"Okay, let's go."

(End of this chapter)