"War Machine, plus our ......" mimicry pondered for a moment and thought it was feasible.

The thought of the Nighthuer mimicry is terrifying, but it is shattered, and it is not a whole but a fragment, and it would be too pessimistic to think that none of the war machines forged by the Forgers can defeat the Nighthoker Fragment.

"Tell me where you are." Qin Mo ordered.

The mimicry immediately causes the illusion to change, revealing the galaxy it is in.

This galaxy is located 700 light-years east of Tyrone's Sector, and there is only one galaxy in the surrounding area within 700 light-years, and it is possible that the dormant space necrons erased the nearby galaxy before they fell asleep.

The illusion also revealed everything about the galaxy.

There is only one planet in this system, and this planet appears to be black with no signs of space necromancer activity on it, so the impersonated Necromantic Dynasty has not yet awakened.

"Which necromantic dynasty is holding you captive?" Qin Mo asked.

Space necrons are not a bunch of weak chickens, and they must be considered as combatants.

"Maybe I'll remember it after a while, but now I've forgotten the name of this dynasty." Mimicry said very confusedly.

Qin Mo suddenly felt helpless.

Mimic memory and state instability are its biggest weaknesses right now, but this is inevitable for a shard of the Astral God, and the only solution is to find and fuse each of its pieces together, but this method is not feasible.

Whether the fragments of the mimicry are all in the Milky Way is still two theories.

After taking the mimicry into account, Qin Mo asked again, "Are you sure you can participate in the battle?" Don't forget anything or lose contact when the night hugger comes to the door. ”

"I can fight." Mimicry said firmly.

Qin Mo nodded, but still took into account the possibility of the mimic being abnormal in battle, and finally made a decision.

"You've been as normal as possible during this time, monitoring the situation in nearby systems at all times, and reporting to me when the Nighthuggers or Nurgle's fleet come."

"Tell me in a moment about the time when the Nighthoarder Fragment will come. I'll try to prepare all the weapons I can before the Nightwatcher comes, and if the Nightwatcher comes late then I can design a few more weapons, but if I come quickly...... All that can be used is the Iron Man Troop Extradimensional Sky Dome and another hole card, and the Tyrone fleet will not participate in the battle, because mortals will not be able to participate in this battle at all. ”

After listening to Qin Mo's strategy quietly, he felt that it was feasible after thinking about it, but there was still a very important problem.

"I'm locked up in a hypercube labyrinth, right on this planet." The mimic pointed to the Black Planet, "My consciousness can penetrate the labyrinth but my body cannot, what if the Nighthugger kills through the army of the Necromantic Dynasty that imprisoned me, and then eats me immediately?" ”

The so-called hypercube labyrinth is a strange space necromantic creation, it is only the size of a fist, but it contains a huge space inside, and if the imprisoned person is in the labyrinth, as long as they try to destroy the labyrinth with their power, that power will be used to strengthen the labyrinth.

It is not possible for the mimic to actively break the maze and run out, but it is not difficult for a star shard to open the maze from the outside, which means that the mimic will always be in a passive state, and it is impossible not to get the night hugger shard.

"If the Nighthuer wants to eat, you must break the labyrinth first, I need you to delay for as many seconds as possible after you come out, and at the same time release an energy signal, I can lock this energy signal for an ultra-long distance teleportation, and teleport you to me." Qin Mo replied.

Hearing this, the mimicry felt unreliable, but there was no other way, so in the end he could only nod and agree: "Okay." ”

"Now there is one last thing, give me a prediction of what the future will bring." Qin Mo ordered.

The mimicry was immediately complied with.

Upon its transformation into a smooth, transparent sphere, the Milky Way rotated in a circle.

Eventually, the mimic opened his eyes, took on the form of a human being, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face: "The Nighthuer Fragment will arrive in my galaxy in seven days...... Then I saw it engage a fleet of ships covered in flesh and blood......"

"Those flesh and blood battleships...... Their purpose seems to be to infiltrate inhabited galaxies, then blow themselves up, unleashing a poisonous plague that kills every living thing in the system......"

"Are you sure you're seeing flesh-and-blood warships, not my Tyrone fleet?" Qin Mo was very puzzled, why did the Night Bearer fight with the Nurgle Fleet?

Mimic nodded vigorously: "I'm sure." Those flesh-and-blood warships seem to have chosen my system as a rallying point. ”

"Great!" Qin Mo was overjoyed, "Now we have a big trouble." ”

……

Two days later.

In a galaxy seven hundred light-years away from Tyrone and with only one black planet, a large number of flesh-and-blood space wrecks are docked near Mandeville Point.

These wrecked ships were originally immobile, but some of their structures were mutated into filthy, rotting flesh and blood, but they were able to navigate.

More than 70 hulk ships, large and small, vary in mutation, but they have one thing in common, that is, the tail of the wrecked ships is dragged with swollen pus.

The arrival of these scrap ships is just the beginning, and many more warships with normal combat capabilities have entered the galaxy one after another.

Inside one of the most massive cruisers, covered in appendages and covered in corrupt flesh, the undead Inquisitor Horst was lying in the pipes recording his investigation of the plague since his departure from the Tyrone system.

"The plague around the Tyrone system is similar to the plague at the Gate of Kadian, but not identical, and the plague here seems to have been weakened......"

"When I heard that Governor Tyrone had cleared the plague and returned from his investigation, we were confronted with a very blasphemous warship that sank our ship in less than a solar hour...... Before that I organized a boarding battle, and the heretics failed to eliminate me, and I went into hiding. ”

Horst wrote down his experiences of the past few days on parchment, pondered for a while, and changed "I hid" to "I conducted covert investigations on enemy ships".

When he finished recording, Horst put away the parchment and stuffed it into his leather coat.

This time, he had brought everything he could bring.

A leather cloak—from an Anglican priest who has a fanatical belief in the Emperor, who has led his followers in battle in a plague-ridden environment on his planet, who is not only immune to viruses or even guns, but can smash an armored vehicle with a flail.

A set of Emperor Tarot Cards - The oldest and most precious Emperor Tarot cards that can be found today, more complete than any other Emperor Tarot cards in existence.

A picture of the emperor's heroic appearance in his heyday.

These three things are all treasures of endless value, and their collection value is far less than their practical value.

Horst breathed the virus-laden air without any discomfort, resting for a while and continuing to crawl through the abandoned pipes.

The battleship itself was the equivalent of a large city, with an intricate network of pipes, but Horst felt something in his heart guiding him, and he just had to believe in that feeling and keep crawling.

Eventually, Horst came to a fork in the pipeline network, where he heard a group of people talking.

"I've been dreaming of a guy in a black robe with a scythe these days, and I'm going crazy with nightmares......"

"I also had nightmares, as if I had dreamed of a man in a black robe with a scythe...... Is it a death shroud? ”

"Wait...... What are you talking about nightmares...... Does the man in the black robe look like the god of death from ancient mythology? ”

“……”

Horst was puzzled when he heard the conversation, he didn't understand at first what he had heard the small talk, but after listening he remembered something.

I can also dream of a strange man in a black robe and holding a sickle when I am resting these days.

It's not strange to have nightmares, it's strange that many people have the same nightmares.

Horst immediately recorded the information and continued to crawl forward.

Along the way, it could always hear the crew discussing the nightmare, the black-robed scythe-wielding stranger in the nightmare, and this stranger fit everyone's impression of death.

Horst advanced a little further, and he heard that a crew member had committed suicide.

Hearing that some people had visions of strange men with scythes slaughtering the entire ship on the ship, they were so tormented that they poked their eyes blind.

It has even been heard that some people draw pictures in blood on ships, drawing the weirdos seen in nightmares with the thickest black blood.

Anxiety and panic were spreading throughout the battleship, and now there was no fighting, but the suicide and self-mutilation of a large number of ill-willed crew members led to attrition.

After two more days on the ship, Horst found that his condition was getting worse and worse, and he began to feel hopeless and fearful.

Horst had to think that there was a third trouble coming besides the plague and these fleets, and this third trouble was definitely even more terrible.

Before moving on to the next step, Horst decided to do the math.

"Great Lord of Mankind, please guide me." Horst took out the Emperor tarot cards and muttered prayers while closing his eyes to shuffle the order of each tarot card.

While the shuffle was underway, five tarot cards fell out of Horst's hand.

"Emperor, is this your revelation?" Horst trembled and reached out to flip over the five fallen tarot cards one by one, and as he began to try to decipher them, a vision appeared before his eyes.

A terrifying being who is eternally hungry and loves to slaughter living beings, it is the embodiment of death.

Its mere existence can bring despair and fear to living beings, so much so that humans and most of the alien races have the impression of the Grim Reaper as wearing a black robe and holding a scythe.

And a part of this entity is approaching.

The illusion showed Horst this information, and he immediately understood that everything that happened on the ship was a portent, that something more terrible than the plague was coming.

This is a sign of impending death.

"I need to get out of here." Horst muttered to himself and looked around, looking to the pipe entrance on the left. Even if he hadn't planned it at all, and he didn't know what was on the other side of the pipeline, he just knew where he was going.

Yesterday at noon, I didn't sleep until now, and I felt that my whole person was vain and very uncomfortable.,Today I'll update two chapters.,And wait for me to rest for a night.,Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to make up for what I owe today.

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