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Although Qin Mo really likes to do research, he can't help but feel overwhelmed. However, he does not plan to train a group of scientific researchers. On the contrary, he made a decision very early: apart from himself and the untouchables, the Tyrone Galaxy Anyone will be prohibited from inventing.
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at the same time.
In the manor that originally belonged to the governor in Shangchao, Stinger sat in the governor's seat, put his legs on the back of the governor's slave girl who was kneeling in front of him, held a gold cup in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, enjoying the governor's Wine in the cellar.
This enjoyment made Stinger feel comfortable, and he didn't get angry even though he was hearing very bad news.
"The ritual did not have an effect. Not even a single person came back alive." The servant knelt on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, my respected lord, this should be my mistake. The ritual I prepared must not please the Lord of Wisdom."
"No, it's not your fault, it's my fault," said Stinger.
The servant was surprised. He didn't understand why Stinger suddenly became responsible. Normally, all mistakes would be blamed on others.
Stinger didn't explain anything, poured the wine in the glass on the floor, and then kicked the slave girl down.
The slave girl fell on the wine and knelt down again in panic, with deep doubts and confusion in her eyes. She didn't know why she was kicked suddenly.
But Stinger himself couldn't explain why. He just wanted to do this and give others some surprises. It was that simple.
"Don't speak anymore, or I will take out your vocal cords." Stinger warned with a smile, then sat cross-legged on the governor's throne and closed his eyes.
He began to gain insight.
This is not an ability given to him by the Lord of Wisdom, but his innate talent, but this talent has become stronger and stronger after converting to the Lord of Wisdom.
"What are you looking at?" asked the servant.
Stinger opened his eyes instantly and stretched out his hand, but in the end when his hand reached the servant's throat, he retracted it because he suddenly remembered that his servant's vocal cords had long been gone.
Stinger wanted to directly kill this servant who was interfering with him, but considering some other things, he ultimately did not do so.
He closed his eyes again and continued his insight, while also giving an explanation: "I'm looking for. Looking for the roots of those teleportation technologies, what exactly they are, and why our rituals don't have any effect."
The servant nodded and waited quietly for the result.
When Stinger opened his eyes again, his eyes were covered with a blue glow.
What he saw was not the magnificent governor's manor in front of him, but a fortress in the bottom nest.
Stinger waited quietly. Based on past experience, he thought he would soon be able to see what was going on inside the fortress and how the teleportation technology used by the enemy was developed, and then learn the principles of this strange technology.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Until half an hour passed, Stinger could still only see the fortress, and even the fortress became increasingly blurry and dark.
After a while, a large group of blanks walked out of the fortress.
It was pure blankness, it had no color or transparency, and the sting could not describe what it looked like.
As time went by, the area covered by this blank mass became larger and larger. Stinger knew that his ability to see was about to reach its limit, and he could only force himself to continue to see.
But after looking at it for a long time, I saw nothing but blank space.
"What did you see?" the servant asked tremblingly.
"I...I can't see anything..." Stinger felt something slipping from the corner of his eye to his mouth. He stretched out his tongue and licked it, and a fishy smell filled his entire mouth.
It's blood.
In the eyes of others, the stinging blood kept flowing from the corners of their eyes like tears.
"Stop, stop!" The servant rushed forward and pressed the stinger to the ground, slapping him hard on the face until the light from his eyes dissipated.
When the stinger stabilized, the servant asked: "Is your clairvoyance out of control?"
A similar situation had happened before. Stinger wanted to gain insight into the enemy commander's life experience and find an opportunity to psychologically defeat his opponent, but he only saw one battleship that time. This was a sign of losing control.
"No, it's not out of control this time, but I can't see it," Stinger muttered.
"It doesn't matter if we didn't see it. At least we know what the enemy's tactics are." The servant gently patted Stinger on his shoulder to comfort him.
Stinger nodded and said fiercely: "I will make the enemy pay the price. I will burn those who develop teleportation technology to the Lord of Wisdom!"
Chapter 66 Creed
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Both sides in the Hive War are preparing for victory.
At this time, the orbital dock has not yet been transferred to orbit, and the fleet controlled by the Governor has not yet returned to the Tyrone system.
Therefore, no one noticed that a purple rift was torn out in the calm space of the Tyrone Galaxy. A Wanderer-class cargo ship drilled out of the subspace, and the rift behind it immediately closed.
In the bridge of the cargo ship, all the crew members, including the captain, stood with bated breath, watching the metal plates around the cargo ship fold and rise until they could see the boundless space outside the cargo ship.
"Ah... Praise the Emperor!" The captain was so excited that he knelt down, "Your Majesty, our shipmates can finally see the emptiness of the real world."
"Praise the Emperor, praise the Emperor..."
"It must be a miracle performed by the Emperor that we survive the Warp Storm!"
Everyone else on the bridge also knelt down and bowed to the double-headed eagle that symbolized the empire.
Soon there was a sound of footsteps, the door of the bridge was opened, and ten officers stepped into the bridge.
They were wearing green carapace armor, and all of them had purple pupils.
When they saw the outer space, they also began to praise the Emperor.
Warp storms are extremely terrifying to humans who use the Warp Engine, meaning they may be forced to remain in the Warp and become the toys of those horrific Warp creatures.
At that time, some very scary things may happen on the ship, such as a crew member suddenly starting to engage in rituals, or even everyone on the ship starting to do crazy things.
Even if you escape from the subspace storm and return to the material universe, you may find that hundreds of thousands of years have passed.
"What galaxy are we in?" the officer asked.
"Tyrone." The captain walked to the porthole and looked at the three planets orbiting the star outside. "I have been here before to do business."
"Oh... wait, so you are really a businessman, right?" the officer asked angrily, "Our entire regiment went to support your system, and then you just arranged for a merchant ship to take us home?"
"So, do you want to kill me or go back to your hometown of Cadia?" the captain asked with a smile.
In the dark bridge, the officers' purple pupils shone like gems, and they suppressed the anger in their hearts.
"Can we return to Cadia now?" the officer asked.
"No." The businessman smiled and shook his head. "We still need some time to prepare, and the ship has been damaged in some places. We need a suitable place to repair the ship."
"Okay." The officer nodded helplessly. Driving a ship is not an easy task. As soldiers of the Astra Militarum, they can only rely on these merchants to return home.
The officer immediately looked at the other people behind him and gave them orders one by one.
"Each of you will take a small number of soldiers to various planets in the Tyrone system and discuss with their governors to see if you can help us repair the ship."
"It doesn't matter if they don't agree. We can discuss conditions, such as helping them fight."
As he said that, the officer's eyes fell on a man with scars on his face: "Creed, you go to Tyrone One with your white shield. I know you are very good at persuading others."
"Yes, sir." Creed saluted and accepted the order.
"Take this with you." The officer took out a cigar from his pocket and stuffed it into Creed's hand. "Take this in your mouth to discuss with their governor, plus your square face with scars, their governor They will definitely think you are a powerful and ruthless person."
"Yes sir." Creed put the cigar in his arms.
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A moment later, a transport plane flew out of the Wandering-class cargo ship and flew towards the world of Tyrone One directly below.
When the spacecraft entered the atmosphere and drove smoothly over the hive world, Creed suddenly asked the pilot to open the hatch, and then he held the hatch and observed while everyone looked at him with doubts.
Like most hive worlds, the natural environment on Tyrone One is simply as bad as it can get. However, this is not because a large amount of pollution is discharged into the natural world, but because the natural environment on Tyrone One is so barren. , so the air here is still barely breathable and you don’t need to wear a respirator for the time being.
The transport ship quickly flew to the top of the tower.
"Don't land yet." Creed ordered the pilot, and then looked at the others: "Don't you think this place is weird?"
Hearing this, everyone else in the cabin came to the cabin door and looked at the spire below.
There are no nobles here, only a large number of soldiers, who are running amok in the spire block, as if the place has been occupied.
But Creed quickly judged that this place was not occupied, but a military camp for those soldiers, because many supply facilities were built here.
"Let's go back." someone said.
"No. Go and have a look at the lower nest." Creed turned around and tapped the pilot's shoulder, signaling him to drive the transport plane into the lower nest.
After circling around the hive complex, the pilot found an entrance to the lower hive from the outside, but this entrance was slightly difficult to enter.
"Be prepared for impact, guys." The pilot put on his helmet and controlled the transport plane to crash directly into a section of the outer wall covered with steel patches.
Creed and the others were used to it, so they didn't react at all. They just got up and walked out of the cabin of the transport plane after it swayed to a stop.
They crashed directly into the seventh area of Tyrone's Nest City, and many civilians had already poured out from all directions to watch these uninvited guests.
Soon a group of soldiers came running over.
Seeing that all these soldiers were wearing power armor, Creed immediately thought that they should be the guards around important people, but just when he was about to go up and introduce himself, another person wearing power armor fell from the sky and blocked him. .
Creed looked up and down and found that the power armor on the man in front of him was more exquisite than the others.
The other party was also looking at Creed and his group, and realized that they did not seem to be enemies. Then a dull voice came from the helmet: "Who are you?"
"A group of Cadians who encountered a warp storm and had to seek help." Creed replied, "Let me meet your commander."
"I don't know what Cardia is. I only know that you are a group of uninvited guests." The man in power armor took a step back and raised his hands. The shoulder cannon was already aimed at Creed and the others.
Even though the people led by Creed were White Shield recruits, their tactical literacy was surprisingly good. They found bunkers in an instant and put their laser rifles on the bunkers to prepare for battle.
Just when the two sides were about to start fighting, Creed stood in front of the muzzle of the shoulder cannon and said calmly: "I am the company commander of the 8th Cadian Regiment. We don't have any ill intentions."
After hearing this, the man in power armor reported the news, and then received an order from the top, and relayed the order to Creed: "You don't even want to say your name. Do you seem to have no ill intentions?"
"Creed." Creed said the name immediately, "Usaka E. Creed."
Chapter 67 Creed’s Bizarre Adventure
Creed, who said his name, was not asked about anything else. He was immediately put on something like a backpack.
Just when Creed was about to ask what this thing was for, his body was wrapped in a barrier and his whole body was instantly teleported to the bottom of the nest.