"Let's talk about the future later, we need to send troops to occupy the nest now." Qin Mo said.

Gray nodded and immediately left to convey Qin Mo's order.

Klein, on the other hand, continued to play the role of a staff officer, responsible for advising Qin Mo on his next decisions.

"Based on what you know about the nobles, do you think they will all believe in the sect of the Lord of Wisdom?" Qin Mo asked suddenly.

Speaking of this, Klein carefully recalled what he had seen and heard since he was a child.

After another intense brainstorming in his head, Klein gave the answer: "If you want me to say, believe in everything, I have heard of a group of nobles who believe that if you just have pleasure, you can become younger, and the outrageous thing is that I later heard that they did it useful. ”

"There are all kinds of heretics, if it weren't for the fact that there are only three planets in the Tyrone system, otherwise the heresy army we see is definitely not what it is now."

The more Klein spoke, the more sad he felt.

He also fantasized that he would do some business when the war stopped, just as he was not good at commanding battles, he was not good at business, but he just wanted to go around.

But now that there is still this opportunity, even if Qin Mo leads everyone to victory again, then all the worlds of Tyrone will be destroyed by the war, and even if they run around, they can only see slums and ruins.

"This galaxy is a, like most of the Empire." Qin Mo suddenly sighed.

Klein didn't speak, he listened silently, but his expression became more and more sad.

"But we're going to have to struggle." Qin Mo got up and patted Klein's shoulder, "Do what you have to do, I also have a lot of things to do." ”

"Yes." Crane stood up and saluted, and turned to leave.

Qin Mo turned around and walked to the side of the instrument and equipment, and began to carry out research work.

He knew he had a lot of research to do.

This includes the weapons of the battleship, and even the metals used to make up the battleship.

None of this is difficult for a star god, and he doesn't even need to collect metals, he intends to make a general-purpose alloy that will have the advantages and characteristics of most metals.

Qin Mo came up with the inspiration when he was shaping the shell of the orbital dock, and he found that he could change the metal material from the atomic structure, which was simply a kind of alchemy, but there must be metal materials, and it could not be done out of nothing for the time being.

After the general-purpose alloy is manufactured, it is necessary to manufacture another equipment for the synthesis of alloys, which can be integrated into logistics machinery or operated by humans.

Although machines are much easier to use than people, there are so many people in the nest that they have to think of a way to earn a wage.

It's not just about the ship's weapons and metal, Gray and they should also be strengthened, and it's time for the Praetorian Power Armor to be upgraded.

And, of course, there are extinction order level weapons.

After that, I don't know if there will be anything outrageous on the rebels' side, and if there is, then we will have to research targeted technology, like the "insecticide" used by Tyrone's gene stealers.

Although Qin Mo really likes to do research very much, he inevitably has a feeling of lack of skills, but he does not plan to train a group of scientific researchers, on the contrary, he has made a decision very early: except for himself and the untouchables, it is a capital offense for anyone in the Tyrone galaxy to invent and create.

And it is the capital offense of the highest priority.

The kind of sentry drone that is on your doorstep in three minutes.

……

Meanwhile.

In the estate, which originally belonged to the Governor, Stinger sat in the Governor's seat, put his legs on the back of the Governor's slave girl who knelt in front of him, holding a cup made of gold in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, enjoying the wine from the Governor's cellar.

This enjoyment made Stinger comfortable, and he didn't get angry even when he was listening to the bad news.

"The ritual didn't work, and not even one person came back alive." The servant knelt on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, my honorable lord, this should be my mistake, it must be that the ritual I prepared did not please the Lord of Wisdom. ”

"No, it's not your fault, it's mine." Stinger said.

The servant was surprised, he couldn't understand why Stinger had suddenly become responsible, and all kinds of mistakes would be pushed on others.

Without explaining anything, the stinger poured the wine from the glass on the floor and kicked the slave girl down.

The slave girl fell on the wine and knelt up again in a panic, with deep doubt and confusion in her eyes, she didn't know why she had been kicked suddenly.

But Stinger himself couldn't tell why, he just wanted to do it, just to surprise others, it's as simple as that.

"Don't talk any further, or I'll pull your vocal cords out." The Stinger smiled and gave a warning, then sat cross-legged on the Doge's throne and closed his eyes.

He began to perceive.

This was not an ability given to him by the Lord of Wisdom, but an innate talent that grew stronger after converting to the Lord of Wisdom.

"What are you looking at?" The servant asked.

The stinger opened his eyes and held out his hand, but finally reached the minion's throat and was retracted by him, as he suddenly remembered that his minion's vocal cords were long gone.

Stinger wanted to kill the distracting minion directly, but he didn't do it because of something else.

He closed his eyes again and continued to discuss, while also explaining: "I'm looking. Find out the roots of the teleportation technology, how it works, and why our rituals aren't working. ”

The servant nodded, quietly waiting for the outcome.

When Stinger opened his eyes again, his eyes were covered with a blue glow.

Instead of the opulent Doge's manor in front of him, he saw a fortress in the nest.

Stinger waited, and based on his 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 had been developed, and then learn how this strange technology worked.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Half an hour had passed, and the Stinger could only see the fortress, and even the fortress was getting more and more blurry and dark.

After a few moments, a large blank space emerged from the fortress.

It's a pure blank, it's colorless and it's not transparent, and the stinger can't describe what the blank looks like.

As time passed, the blank space grew larger, and Stinger knew that this was his ability to perceive at the limit, and he could only force himself to continue to see.

But I looked at it for a long time, and I didn't see anything except blank.

"What do you see?" The servant asked tremblingly.

"I ...... I can't see anything......" Stinger felt something slip from the corner of his eye to his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, a fishy smell filling his mouth.

It's blood.

In the eyes of others, the blood of the stinger flowed from the corners of the eyes like tears.

"Stop, stop!" The minions rushed up and pressed the stinger to the ground and slapped him in the face until the light in his eyes faded.

When the stinger stabilized, the minion asked, "Your insight is out of control?" ”

There has been a similar situation in the past, where Stinger wanted to gain insight into the background of the enemy commander and find an opportunity to defeat the opponent on a psychological level, but he only saw one battleship that time, which was a sign of loss of control.

"No, it didn't get out of hand this time, but I couldn't see it." Stinger muttered.

"It doesn't matter if you don't see it, at least we know what the enemy's tactics are." The servant patted Stinger on the shoulder and comforted him.

Stinger nodded, and said fiercely, "I will make the enemy pay, and I will burn the person who developed the teleportation technology to the Lord of Wisdom!" ”