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In the illusion created by the mimicry, all the pictures of the Tyrone 12 galaxy are intuitively displayed.

Qin Mo stood in the illusion, watching together with the ever-changing mimicry of form.

Qin Mo was still proud of such a creation as Leviathan, and this was a masterpiece like the extradimensional heavenly dome and dimensional teleportation technology.

It may not be perfect, but it's still a masterpiece.

"Why don't you just let this thing drop potions and wipe out all the plagues on the planet?" Mimic asked curiously.

"Because it's an experiment." Qin Mo replied. Then he gave the reason in detail to the mimicry.

In short, the Leviathan, which took two months to design during the development of the Tyrone system in the past, was not just designed to deal with the plague, but was not stuffed with massive potions to test its ability to adapt and use the resources of the target planet to take out an entire planet's enemies.

After listening to this, the mimic that turned into a stone shook up and down: "I see. True to the Forger, it only took a year and a half to make the galaxy occupied by this Homo erectus so powerful and advanced. ”

"Hahahaha." Qin Mo smiled at the compliment from another star god, and then the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he looked at the mimicry and asked, "Where have you been these days?" ”

Mimicry has been out of touch for a while.

It was clearly agreed to cooperate before, and Mimic was responsible for providing information, but it lost contact for a while from time to time.

If it weren't for the fact that the mimic often lost contact, there would be no need to send a fleet to reconnoiter this time, and after drawing the star map before, the mimic could directly check the situation of each galaxy in Tyrone's star district, and just set off directly to the plague-ravaged galaxy to eliminate the plague after the people in the Inquisition got out.

"You know, I'm a fragment with incomplete memories and consciousness." Mimic speaks as he transforms into a battleship, "Memories are just images of the past for other Catans, but for me memories are real re-enactments, and I don't even know if I'm in memory or reality now. ”

Qin Mo thought for a moment, and then said, "In the future, you will report your status to me regularly, whether you are immersed in the memories of the past or what you are doing, you must report regularly." ”

At first, he thought that this was from his friend's concern, but after pondering for a while, he felt that Qin Mo was speaking in a commanding tone, and suddenly felt dissatisfied: "You control the lives of everyone 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 made you have a partnership with me? If you go crazy again, I can call you back to normal, and you don't want to indulge in those memories that you don't know if they are true or not, do you? Qin Mo said as he condensed the current at his fingertips.

Now he is no longer what it used to be, and when the current converges at his fingertips, the illusion of the mimic cannot be maintained normally, and it begins to flicker back and forth between the environment and the illusion that Qin Mo was originally in.

"My body is not in front of you, I just separate a part of my consciousness...... But it does work, as long as I'm immersed in memories that are true or false, you can call me. The mimic swayed up and down, as if nodding.

"Tell me what you're doing in the future, remember?" Qin Mo asked.

"Well, I remember." Mimic nodded again.

Qin Mo also nodded, he admitted that he was indeed a person with a strong desire to control, but he didn't want to even control the mimicry, but he was worried about the safety of the mimicry.

It wouldn't be good if one day the imprisoned little necromantic dynasty had a brain pump and planned to exchange it for some benefits, or it would be found and eaten by other shards of the stars scattered in the universe.

"These plagues." Mimic into a woman's appearance, her eyes staring at System Twelve, "Why are they wreaking havoc around Tyrone, but there are no plague infections in Tyrone?" ”

The illusion was switched to the Tyrone system, and then narrowed down to the planet, and the mimic scanned the three worlds of Tyrone at an extremely fast speed, confirming that there was indeed no plague.

"No need to look for it, it's true." Qin Mo himself felt strange.

There is indeed no plague in the Tyrone system, and if there is, the main control intelligence must clear it and report it as soon as possible.

"Is it possible that these plagues were sown when ships passed by?" Mimicry continues to manipulate the illusion.

The illusion shows the current image of Galaxy 12, and then changes from chronological to counterchronological, like a movie player playing backwards.

Qin Mo felt that the principle of the mimicry technique was similar to the trace backtracking that he had used in the spire of the Tailong Nest before.

In this way, it has been going backwards at an extremely fast speed, until tens of millions of years ago, all the worlds in the Twelfth system were still in a state of wilderness, and the only fleets that have come to this galaxy are the Tyrone fleet, and the fleets when the Imperial Great Expedition came, and the fleets when the first batch came to colonize this galaxy tens of thousands of years ago.

"Well, my speculation was wrong." Mimicry helplessly spread his hands.

"This is the plague of Nurgle, which is not necessarily spread by humans, maybe it just appeared in the universe out of nowhere?" Qin Mo said.

"Then why isn't your Tyrone system infected?"

"Maybe it's because of ......" After thinking about it carefully, Qin Mo thought that it was possible that his star god power was getting stronger and stronger, and it might have played a role in isolating the influence of subspace.

For example, when using the subspace engine, it is necessary to travel to the Mandeville point and stay as far away as possible from celestial bodies such as stars and planets, otherwise the consequences may be extremely serious.

The Star God may also be equivalent to a celestial body and can directly avoid the influence of a large area of subspace, so there is no plague, and beyond the Tyrone system is the "Mandeville Point", and the plague of disbelief can spread outside of Tyrone.

Qin Mo told the mimicry of the original he had come up with, and then asked it, "You should know more about things like this than I do, right?" ”

"I was shattered countless years ago, and I don't even know what the hell you said about Mandeville Point." Mimic shook his head and said.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Mo looked at the illusion, "Show me what every galaxy in the Tyrone Star Region looks like." ”

"Tyrone Star Zone? You've even figured out the name of this sector? As he spoke, he showed the detailed state of each galaxy, allowing Qin Mo to see the situation of dozens of worlds in the Tyrone Galaxy.

The Tyrone fleet has already cleared or is in the process of clearing the entire sector, and the progress is extremely fast, and there are three more days to clear the entire area of the Plague of Faithlessness, and then there will be a little respite.

Qin Mo decided to register all the people in the entire star region and all the worlds, and promote the management methods of the Tyrone system, and those who resisted and the governor would be wiped out by the army like a plague.

Order will spread to every corner of the Tyrone Zone.

The mimic didn't know what Qin Mo was thinking, it allowed the illusion to show the situation of all the galaxies in the Tyrone Star Region, so that Qin Mo could observe from a macroscopic perspective.

Moments later, in the seventeenth galaxy at the very edge of the Tyrone Sector, purple rifts appeared at the edge of the galaxy, followed by twelve warships descending from subspace to the material universe.

"Are they enemies?" Mimicry asked.

Qin Mo stared at the battleships that suddenly appeared in the galaxy, these battleships were similar in shape to the Empire's Moon-class cruisers and Tempest-class frigates, but their shapes were twisted and weird, and the metal shells of the ships were attached to a huge amount of flesh, and the surface of these flesh and blood had twisted and wriggling green tentacles, or organs such as eyes, mouths, and teeth.

"We just need to observe, and leave the rest to the fleet." Qin Mo said.

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