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When the name came to Mimic's mind it was so frightened that it trembled.
"Although I am also a fragment, you are still far behind me." The Nightbringer's broken body stopped in front of the mimic, then looked at his hands and said, "You are imprisoned but you can still separate part of your consciousness in the galaxy. Running around in the middle is your talent and your flaw."
The Nightbringer likes to talk without any beginning or end, just like in the mimic impression, but it still understands.
Although you can gain limited freedom by separating a part of your consciousness, this part of your consciousness is not imperceptible to others of the same kind.
The fragment of the Nightbringer is about to find itself...
"How many slaves are there imprisoning you? If there are few, I can rescue you, my fellow Catan." The Nightbringer suddenly became concerned, as if he had forgotten his attitude just now.
From the Mimic's point of view, this is normal. Shards must have incomplete or inconsistent memories.
"I am imprisoned by the Silent King." Mimic replied.
Hearing this, Ye Yongzhe was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, the only difference between you and the fraudster is that you will not deceive others with malicious intent, so you can listen to your words in reverse."
The mimic felt scared and tried to escape. Soon it felt like it was electrocuted by something, and the darkness in front of it disappeared instantly.
When he saw Qin Mo again, Mimic realized that he had not fallen into the illusion again and had returned to reality.
"Forger, I..."
"You are now awake. Please help me plan a route to Cadian."
After waking up, Mimic was about to tell Qin Mo about seeing the Night Holder, but Qin Mo interrupted him.
Mimicry felt like a tool, and began to suspect that Qin Mo didn't want to help him at all, so even telling him that he was found by the Night Holder was useless.
After realizing this, Mimic felt angry at first, and then suddenly calmed down. He did not get angry and did not continue to talk about the Night Holder finding him. He just responded calmly: "Okay, I will help you plan now."
The mimic recalled the appearance of the Milky Way and expanded the content of the illusion to the entire Milky Way, then asked where the so-called Cadian was, and then marked the location pointed out by Qin Mo.
"The Nurgle fleet is very likely to attack us. The Tyrone sector is facing an upcoming war, so I plan to send a ship to Cadian before the war starts."
"Go and warn the Cadian people to beware of the Voskani Catharans, for they will rebel in the future."
"Actually, I wanted to go to Cadian now, but Creed is not the castle lord yet and he can't decide on major issues. If the fleet passes, I'm afraid the Cadian people will think we are intruders. As for whether they will listen to me or not. Warning... There is no way that the Voskani Iron Cavalry will blow up the Black Stone Obelisk."
When Qin Mo spoke, the mimicry silently planned the route to Cadian according to the characteristics of the dimensional engine. It didn't understand the rebellion or Creed, and it didn't know what Qin Mo wanted to do, but it still silently worked for Qin Mo. Planning the route.
Because this is probably the last time.
"What's wrong with you?" Qin Mo noticed something was wrong with the mimicry and thought it was hallucinating again.
Mimic finished planning the route in silence, and then said: "At least you won't be eaten by the Night Holder. We weak star gods are not completely dead yet, and there will always be a time when we can take revenge."
Qin Mo didn't understand this sentence, but he saw that the mimicry did not have hallucinations. After thinking about it for a while, he realized what the problem was: "What did you see in the hallucination just now?"
Mimic originally wanted to tell him that the Nightbringer fragment was targeting him, but then he thought about it, Qin Mo probably hadn't fully recovered his strength yet, and he might not be dead if he encountered the Nightbringer fragment.
So Mimic shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just an illusion."
"Say." Qin Mo's attitude was tough.
Mimic hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke frankly.
After hearing this, Qin Mo asked, "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
Mimic spread his hands and said helplessly: "I want to say it."
"Forget it... think about what to do first." Qin Mo lowered his head and started thinking.
The twelve enemy ships were used as victims to test the Tyrone fleet. Now that the enemy's test has yielded results, they should launch a large-scale invasion soon.
Coupled with the matter of mimicry...it was actually because the house was leaking and it rained all night.
Thinking of this, Qin Mo raised his head and asked the mimic: "If you are released, what is our chance of winning against the Night Holder together?"
"I don't know, it's a piece of debris and it may be very strong or very weak, but I don't think we can defeat it no matter what, just the two of us." Mimic shook his head.
Hearing this, Qin Mo felt at a loss for words, but then he had an idea: "Do you know what is the strongest thing about a caster?"
Mimicry suddenly understood what Qin Mo meant: "It's casting."
"So." Qin Mo nodded, "It's not the two of us who deal with the Night Holder, it's the two of us plus a lot of war machines that deal with the Night Holder. No, it's the fragments of the Night Holder."
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"War machine plus us..." Mimic thought for a moment and then decided it was feasible.
The thought of the Nightbringer Mimicry makes me feel scared, but after all, it was broken into pieces, not as a whole but as a fragment. It would be too pessimistic to think that even the war machine built by the Forger could not defeat the Nightbringer fragments.
"Tell me your location." Qin Mo ordered.
The mimicry immediately caused the illusion to change, showing the galaxy in which it was located.
This galaxy is 700 light-years away to the east of the Tyrone sector. There is only one such galaxy within 700 light-years. It is possible that the Necrons dormant here wiped out nearby galaxies before falling 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 are no signs of Necron activity on it, so the Necron dynasty that imprisoned the mimic has not yet awakened.
"Which undead dynasty imprisoned you?" Qin Mo asked.
The Necrons are not a bunch of weaklings, they must also be considered as participants in the war.
"Maybe I can remember it after a while, but now I have forgotten the name of this dynasty." Mimic said very confused.
Qin Mo suddenly felt helpless.
Mimicry's memory and unstable status are its biggest weaknesses now, but this is inevitable for a fragment of the Star God. The only solution is to find and fuse each of its fragments together, but this method is not feasible. sex.
Whether all the fragments of mimicry are in the galaxy is a matter of debate.
After taking the situation of mimicry into consideration, Qin Mo asked again: "Are you sure you can participate in the battle? Don't 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 account the possibility of mimicry going abnormal during the battle, and finally made a decision.
"You should stay as normal as possible during this period, and always monitor the situation in nearby galaxies. Report to me whether the Nightbringer or the Nurgle fleet comes."
"I will predict the time when the Nightbringer fragments will arrive. I will prepare all weapons as much as possible before the Nightbringer comes. If the Nightbringer comes late, I can design several more weapons. But if the Nightbringer comes, Come on...the only ones that can be used are the Iron Man Force's Super Dimensional Sky and another trump card. The Tyrone Fleet will not participate in the battle, because mortals cannot participate in this battle at all."
Mimic listened quietly to Qin Mo's strategy, and after thinking about it, he felt it was feasible, but there was still a very important question.
"I am locked in a hypercube maze, on this planet." Mimic pointed at the black planet, "My consciousness can penetrate the maze, but my body cannot. What if the Nightbringer kills the army of the Necron Dynasty that imprisoned me? , and then eat me immediately?"
The so-called hypercube maze is a strange Necron creation. It is only about the size of a fist but contains a huge space inside. When the prisoner is in the maze, as long as he tries to use power to destroy the maze, that power will be used in turn. Strengthen the maze.
It is impossible for Mimic to actively break the maze and run out, but it is not difficult for a Star God fragment to open the maze from the outside. This means that Mimic will always be in a passive state, and it is impossible not to be obtained by the Nightbringer fragment. .
"If the Night Holder wants to eat you, you must first break the maze. I need you to delay as much as possible for a few seconds after coming out, and at the same time release an energy signal. I can lock this energy signal for a super long-distance teleportation and teleport you to me. Come." Qin Mo replied.
After hearing this, the mimicry felt unreliable, but there was no other way. In the end, I could only nod in agreement: "Okay."
"Now there is one last thing, give me a prediction of what will happen in the future." Qin Mo ordered.
Mimic immediately complied.
After it transformed into a smooth transparent sphere, its interior revealed the Milky Way as it rotated in a circle.
Finally, the mimic opened its eyes and turned into a human with a look of astonishment on its face: "The fragment of the Nightbringer will arrive in my galaxy within seven days... Then I saw it fighting a fleet. This Every battleship in the fleet is covered with flesh and blood..."
"Those flesh-and-blood battleships... their purpose seems to be to break into inhabited galaxies, then explode themselves, releasing a poisonous plague that kills every living thing in the galaxy..."
"Are you sure you saw a battleship with flesh and blood, and not my Tyron fleet?" Qin Mo was very confused as to why the Nightbringer was fighting with the Nurgle fleet?
Mimic nodded vigorously: "I'm sure. Those warships with flesh and blood seem to have chosen my galaxy as a rally point."
"Great!" Qin Mo beamed with joy, "Now we are saved from a big trouble."
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Two days later.
In a galaxy seven hundred light years away from the Tyrone sector and with only one black planet, a large number of flesh-and-blood space hulks docked near the Mandeville Point.
These hulks were originally unable to move, but they gained the ability to sail after part of their structure mutated into dirty, rotting flesh.
More than seventy hulks, large and small, have different degrees of mutation, but one thing they have in common is that the sterns of the hulks are all dragging expanding pustules.
The arrival of these scrap ships 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 corrupted flesh, the undead inquisitor Horst was lying in a pipe recording his investigation into the plague after leaving the Tyron system.
"The plague around Tyrone Galaxy is similar to the plague at the Cadian Gate, but not exactly the same. The plague here seems to have been weakened..."
"When I heard that Governor Tyrone had cleared the plague, I ended my investigation and returned. We came across an extremely sacrilegious warship that sank our ship in less than a solar hour... and before that I A boarding operation was organized, but those heretics failed to eliminate me, so I hid."
Horst wrote down his experiences these days on parchment. After thinking for a while, he changed "I hid" to "I conducted covert investigation on the enemy ship."
After recording, Horst collected the parchment and stuffed it into his leather jacket.
This time he brought everything he could.
A leather jacket - from an Ecclesiastical priest who has a fanatical belief in the Emperor. This priest once led his believers to fight in a plague-ridden environment on the planet. Not only will this priest not be infected by the virus, he will also not be infected by the virus. A hit from a gun can crush an armored vehicle with a flail.
The Emperor's Tarot - the oldest and rarest Emperor's Tarot deck available today, more complete than any other Emperor's Tarot deck available today.
A scroll depicting the Emperor in his heyday.
Any of these three things are treasures of infinite value, and even their collection value is far less than their practical value.
Horst breathed the virus-laden air without feeling any discomfort. After a short rest, he continued crawling in the abandoned pipe.
The battleship itself was equivalent to a big city, with an intricate pipeline network, but Horst felt something in his heart guiding him forward. He just had to trust this feeling and keep crawling.
Eventually Horst came to a fork in the pipeline network, where he heard a group of people talking.
"I keep dreaming about a guy in black robes and holding a sickle these days. I'm almost going crazy with nightmares..."
"I also had nightmares, and I seemed to dream of a man in black robes holding a sickle... Is it the death shroud?"
"Wait a minute...the nightmare you are talking about...does the man in black robe look like the God of Death in ancient mythology?"
"..."
Horst was confused when he heard this conversation. He didn't understand the purpose of hearing this chat at first, but after listening to it, he recalled some things.
Even when I was resting these days, I could dream of a strange man wearing black robes and holding a sickle.
It’s not strange to have nightmares. The strange thing is that many people have the same nightmares.
Horst immediately recorded this information and continued crawling forward.