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Leviathan is absorbing and transforming an endless stream of materials.
The production line can create thousands of Iron Men every three minutes. After these Iron Men are born and awakened, they are transported to the battlefield, and then the production line continues to print the next batch of Iron Men.
In this cycle, the Iron Man proliferates at an alarming rate, and will not stop until the resources of the entire planet have been converted into war machines.
In just half an hour, tens of thousands of Iron Man troops had been teleported to the surface of the planet.
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The planet used to experiment with Leviathan has too much virus in its atmosphere, causing the planet to even look light green from space. There is no doubt that there are no living people here, only endless plague zombies.
The master intelligence that controlled Leviathan did not make detailed calculations before the Iron Men were teleported down. It just designated the planet's capital as the transmission point, so some Iron Men merged with the stones or buildings on the planet after the transmission. There are even cases where two iron men fuse together.
This superposition with the original material of the teleportation point is fatal to living creatures, but it is not a big problem for Iron Man.
The iron man fused with the building or stone automatically activates the escape processing program, analyzes the place where it fuses with the debris, and then uses the most appropriate and precise energy beam to cut off the body.
One by one, the escaped iron men lost small or most of their limbs and were unable to balance. They crawled forward, firing at the incoming zombies while crawling, and soon drones were released. Fly over and call to repair their bodies, and then they get up and continue fighting.
All kinds of iron men play their designed roles on the battlefield, either finding a high point to bombard the walking zombies, or using their huge size to disperse the zombie tide. The iron infantry fearlessly advances against the zombie tide until they are overwhelmed. The walking dead drowned.
The attacks of the plague zombies had no effect on the iron man's metal body. They crawled all over the bodies of various iron men and carried out useless attacks crazily until the thermal energy weapons inside the metal body were fully charged, burning all surrounding organisms into coke.
This aggressive propulsion strategy is formulated through careful calculations by the master intelligence that controls Leviathan. Its control of the Iron Man can reach even the tiniest individual among the countless Iron Men. Each Iron Man executes the propulsion strategy and moves towards the planet. Advance through each entrance into the underground, and the plague zombies on the surface are actually ignored. They will only be attacked if they block the path of the Iron Man troops.
Part of the computing power of the main control intelligence is used to teleport the printed Iron Man, and most of the remaining computing power is used to calculate the weapon effect model. By adjusting parameters such as weapon release rate and release frequency, the weapon effect can be covered The whole planet.
After the calculations were completed, the natural gas that had been collected and made into weapons was dropped on the planet. They were installed in a tank-shaped device. The tails of these tank-shaped devices were also equipped with devices for flight. Leviathan dropped tens of billions of designed weapons, and precisely adjust the flight device of each weapon so that it can adjust its trajectory during the fall and land at the previously calculated position.
When all the weapons fell to the ground, the gases catalyzed and fused with other chemical substances inside were released and ignited, turning the entire planet's surface into a sea of fire instantly.
Everything on the surface is being burned, and only the Iron Men continue to move forward amidst the ashes and flames in the sky. They will continue to clean up the zombies under the planet until all organisms on the planet are completely wiped out.
Chapter 144 Nurgle Fleet
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In the illusion created by the mimicry, all the scenes of the Tyrone 12 Galaxy are intuitively displayed.
Qin Mo stood in the illusion, watching with the ever-changing mimicry.
Qin Mo is still proud of Leviathan's creation. Like the super-dimensional sky and dimensional teleportation technology, it can be called a masterpiece.
It may not be perfect, but it's still a masterpiece.
"Why don't you just let this thing put the medicine and wipe out all the plagues on the planet?" Mimic asked curiously.
"Because this is an experiment." Qin Mo replied. Then he explained the reason to Mimic in detail.
In short, Leviathan, which was designed in two months during the past development period of the Tyrone Galaxy, was not just used to deal with the plague. The reason why it was not filled with a huge amount of medicine was to test whether it could adapt to changes and use it. Use the resources on the target planet to defeat an entire planet of enemies.
After hearing this, the Mimic, which turned into a stone, shook up and down: "So that's it. As expected of the Forger, it only took a year and a half for the galaxy occupied by Ape erectus to become so powerful and advanced."
"Hahahaha." Qin Mo smiled at the compliment from another star god, and then the smile on his face disappeared instantly. He looked at the mimic and asked, "Where have you been these days?"
Mimicry has been out of touch for a while.
We had clearly agreed to cooperate before, and Mimic was responsible for providing intelligence, but as a result, it lost contact from time to time.
If Mimic hadn't often lost contact, there would be no need to send out a fleet for reconnaissance this time. After drawing the star map before, Mimic could directly check the situation of every star system in Tai Lung's sector, and set off directly after the people of the Inquisition left. Just eliminate the plague in the plague-ridden galaxy.
"You know, I am a fragment with incomplete memory and consciousness." Mimic turned into a battleship when speaking. "To other Katans, memory is just some pictures from the past, but to me, memory is a real reappearance. The scene, I don’t know whether I am in memory or reality now.”
Qin Mo thought for a while and then said: "From now on, you will report your status to me regularly. No matter you are immersed in the memories of the past or have gone to do something else, you must report regularly."
At first, Mimic thought this was concern from a friend, but after thinking about it, he felt that Qin Mo was speaking in a commanding tone, and he suddenly felt dissatisfied: "You control everyone's life in the Tyrone Galaxy, control every one of your subordinates, and you still Want to control me, the Star God? Are you too controlling?"
"I really don't want to care about you. Who asked you to have a cooperative relationship with me? If you go crazy again, I can shock you back to normal. You don't want to be immersed in those memories that you don't know are true or false, right?" As Qin Mo spoke, he condensed electric current on his fingertips.
He is no longer what he used to be. When the electric current gathers at his fingertips, the illusion of mimicry cannot be maintained normally and begins to flicker back and forth between Qin Mo's original environment and the illusion.
"My real body is not in front of you. I just separated part of my consciousness... but it does work. As long as I am immersed in true or false memories, just give me a shock." The mimic shook up and down, as if nodding.
"In the future, you will report to me regularly what you are doing. Do you remember?" Qin Mo asked.
"Yeah, remember." Mimic nodded again.
Qin Mo also nodded. He admitted that he was indeed a very controlling person, but he didn't want to control even the mimicry, but was worried about the safety of the mimicry.
What if one day the little Necron Dynasty that imprisoned the Mimic suddenly thought of using it in exchange for some benefits, or if it was found and eaten by other Star God fragments wandering in the universe, that would be bad.
"These plagues." Mimic transformed into a woman and stared at Galaxy No. 12. "Why are they raging around Tyrone, but there are no plague infections in Tyrone Galaxy?"
The illusion was switched to the Tyrone galaxy, and then narrowed to the planet. Mimicry browsed the three worlds of Tyrone at an extremely fast speed, confirming that there was indeed no plague.
"There's no need to look for it. It's indeed not there." Qin Mo himself felt strange.
There is indeed no plague in the Tyrone galaxy. If there is, the main control intelligence will definitely eliminate 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 showed the current scene of Galaxy No. 12, and then switched from clockwise to counterclockwise, just like a movie player playing backwards.
Qin Mo felt that the principle of mimicry was similar to the trace traces he had used at the top of Tailong's nest capital before.
It continued to regress at an extremely fast speed. Until tens of millions of years ago, all the worlds in the No. 12 galaxy were still in a barbaric state. The only fleets that came to this galaxy were the Tyrone fleet and the fleet when the Empire came over during the Great Expedition. , and the fleet that was the first to colonize this galaxy tens of thousands of years ago.
"Okay, my guess is wrong." Mimicry said helplessly.
"This Nurgle plague may not have been spread by someone. It may have suddenly appeared in the universe?" Qin Mo said.
"Then why is your Tyrone system not infected?"
"Maybe it's because..." After Qin Mo thought carefully, he thought 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 subspace.
For example, when the subspace engine is used, it must go to the Mandeville Point and stay as far away from stars and planets as possible, otherwise extremely serious consequences may occur.
The C'tan may also be equivalent to celestial bodies and can directly avoid the influence of large-scale subspace, so there is no plague. And outside the Tyron system is the "Mandeville Point", and the plague of unbelief can spread outside Tyron.
Qin Mo told the mimicry what he had come up with, and then asked it: "You should know more about this kind of thing than me, right?"
"I was broken countless years ago. I don't even know what the hell the Mandeville Point you are talking about is." Mimic shook his head and said.
"It doesn't matter." Qin Mo looked at the illusion, "Show me what every galaxy in the Tailong Star District looks like."
"Tailon Sector? Have you even thought of the name for this sector?" Mimic said while showing the detailed status of each galaxy, allowing Qin Mo to see the conditions of dozens of worlds in the Tyrone Galaxy.
The Tyrone fleet has completed or is in the process of cleaning up the entire star sector. The progress is extremely fast. In three days, the Plague of Faithlessness will be cleared out of the entire star sector, and then there will be some breathing space.
Qin Mo decided to register everyone in the world in the entire star region and promote the management methods of the Tailong Galaxy. Those who resisted and the governors would be eliminated by the army like the plague.
Order will be spread to every corner of the Tyrone sector.
Mimicry didn't know what Qin Mo was thinking. It made the illusion show the conditions of all the galaxies in the Tailong sector so that Qin Mo could observe them from a macro perspective.
A moment later, in the seventeenth galaxy at the edge of the Tyrone star sector, some purple cracks appeared at the edge of the galaxy, and then twelve battleships came from the subspace to the material universe.
"Are they enemies?" Mimic asked.
Qin Mo stared at the warships that suddenly appeared in the galaxy. These warships were similar in shape to the Empire's Moon-class cruisers and Tempest-class frigates, but their shapes were twisted and weird. There was a huge amount of flesh and blood attached to the metal shell of the ship. Twisting and wriggling green tentacles or organs such as eyes, mouth, and teeth.
"We only need to observe, and leave the rest to the fleet." Qin Mo said.
Chapter 145 Willing to Die
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The plague in the seventeenth galaxy has just been cleared, and the ground troops have returned to the two cruisers in the galaxy on transport planes.
Just when everyone thought the mission was over and were about to go home, they suddenly saw a purple light flashing in the distance.
The captains of the two cruisers looked towards the direction where the purple light appeared, and the images in their field of vision immediately zoomed in and out to show the situation tens of thousands of kilometers away.
Twelve battleships are heading towards their own fleet. The fleet consists of two Lunar-class cruisers and two Tempest-class frigates.
Most of the captains and crew members in the Tyrone fleet did not have any actual combat experience, but they had received immersive training and simulated battles during their training, so the two cruiser captains immediately felt that something was wrong.
The fleet composition of the enemy ships is very strange, like decoys used to practice tactics or victims used to test the opponent's strength.
But no matter what the other party is here for, the battleships of the Tyrone Fleet in this galaxy will not immediately counterattack, but will immediately jump to the strategic point of the entire star area.
So all the warships that were performing the task of cleaning up the plague started their dimension engines and disappeared immediately after the ten-minute charging time.
This scene was also observed by twelve battleships that suddenly arrived in the galaxy.
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"No energy signal detected."
"They seem to be gone."
In a Moon-class cruiser at the front of the fleet, all information was gathered to the captain on the bridge.
The captain stood on the high platform and observed the space outside the large porthole.
In his field of vision, the tentacles growing out of the battleship were swaying and flying around, occasionally blocking part of the portholes.
The high platform of flesh and blood under his feet is twisting and wriggling, and some green gas is ejected from the mouth full of fangs from time to time, making all the creatures in the bridge work harder.
"My lord, they seemed to be afraid of us, so they ran away."
A small green creature named Nurgling stammered while climbing onto the captain's shoulder.
The captain nodded, turned to look behind him and asked, "So can we evacuate?"
The man being stared at by the captain was a huge man wearing power armor, holding a scythe in his hand. The armor with a bulging belly had a big mouth, and a tongue covered in foul-smelling liquid protruded from the mouth, licking the floor.
This is a Chaos Space Marine and an elite named Deathshroud.
The death shroud said nothing, just put the scythe on the captain's neck.
"No, no, no! You can't do this, we have agreed." The Nurgling on the captain's shoulder was a little angry, and its voice sounded sharp and weird.
The captain gently stroked the Nurgling on his shoulder to signal it not to resist, then turned around and looked out the porthole: "It seems this is our fate."
"Oh no..." Nurgling cried holding the captain's neck.
"At least we can be together anytime." The captain gently stroked the Nurgling, and then ordered the crew: "Keep moving forward."
The fleet moved on.
From the moment these twelve battleships appeared in the galaxy, the plague that had been eliminated in the entire galaxy began to rage again, and a large number of people on the planet were turning into plague zombies.
These situations were also detected by the plague warlock on the ship and reported to the captain.