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Five days later.

All the crews of the Nurgle fleet across the system are growing in fear and despair, and some try to flee the area, only to find that the subspace engines will not start.

Gravity-like interference is occurring within the galaxy, even near the Mandeville point, and this interference is getting worse.

All warships were incapacitated, and no one noticed that a cloud of black mist was drifting across the dead surface of the Black Planet, eventually condensing on the equatorial line into a ten-meter-tall metal entity.

One of the fragments of Azagorod the Night-Bearer descends.

The fragment that stubbornly believed it was the Night's Bearer looked around, scanning the scene with some surprise.

Because it's an empty place, and you can't see any enemies.

According to the speculation of the Nightgoers, when it appeared on the planet where the mimic was located, there must have been troops all over the planet lined up and ready to capture themselves, but I don't know if they were negligent or what, anyway, there are no enemies now.

Maybe mimicry isn't on this planet at all?

Thinking of this, the Nighthugger immediately closed its eyes and perceived.

I don't know how many years ago, a certain star god devoured has a powerful sense ability, and when he is on this black planet, the Nightman is extremely sure that the mimic is on this planet.

It even knows exactly where the mimicry is—in the dimensional cracks.

"Pathetic slave race, pathetic weakness of the same kind."

"Why aren't there those pathetic metal slaves here? I'm going to kill all the who betrayed me! ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to have no enemies?"

"Look! There are fleets in the galaxy! ”

The Night-Bearer was talking to himself in a frenzied manner, its mind filled with the thoughts of the stars, and these thoughts would speak in their own voice when they spoke.

Sometimes, however, there are hints.

After saying that there was a fleet in the system, the Nighthugger looked up at the sky, and its gaze fell on the fleet, which was extremely far away from its own planet.

The ships in this fleet were not supposed to move normally, but the flesh that fused with them gave them the ability to act.

The fleet was too weak to be considered an enemy by the Nighthuggers, and he didn't care when he came out, believing that his hatred and disgust came from the sleeping tombs of the metal slaves beneath the planet.

"Disgusting stuff." Said the Nightwatcher.

The flesh fused with the battleship wasn't disgusting, the Nighthugger had seen something more disgusting in a long time, and the metal skeletons were far more disgusting in its eyes than this flesh battleship.

What really makes the night huggers uncomfortable is the subspace energy that comes with these ships.

"It's a blasphemy."

"No, it should be a provocation."

"It's a provocation, slaughter them!"

The space around the Nighthuggers echoes with these different tones of voice, but they all have a common purpose, which is to clean the system of unexplained fleets.

The Nighthugger raised his hand and gripped it, and the charred soil around it was converted into metal and gathered into a scythe, and when it had the idea of getting closer, it instantly traveled from the surface of the planet to the entire galaxy near Mandeville Point, directly in front of the abominable fleet.

"They've died quite a bit."

"Fragile creatures, we can make them feel terrified and desperate just by being close to this galaxy."

The Night-Bearers stared at the fleet in front of them, the ships were no longer functioning properly.

Before he arrived, the crew of the battleship began to kill themselves, and by the time he appeared in the system, there were only a few strong-willed people left in the ship.

But the survivors could do nothing, and when the Nighthuers were close enough to sweep their eyes over each of the ship's weak creatures they were screaming for death, their filthy and foul-smelling souls detached from their bodies.

The Night-Bearer immediately devoured the souls of the dead, and although it didn't taste good, he thought that he had fallen to the point where he was now, and there was nothing to be faulted with.

Hundreds of thousands of sailors of the entire fleet were deprived of their lives by the sight of the night crowds.

Perhaps the other Star Gods would have to cast a small lightning bolt to annihilate the hordes of mortals in the face of their armies, but the Night-Bearer didn't need it, it could just strip the lives of countless mortals of the flesh in an instant.

"Let's do something good for this universe."

"Destroy their warships."

The Nighthugger waved his arm, and a large black vortex emerged above the entire fleet, and countless black tendrils poked out of it, dragging warships into it.

After banishing the filthy warship into its own dimension, the Nighthugger immediately returns to the surface of the planet to get down to business.

……

Everything in this galaxy is visualized in real time by mimicry with illusion abilities.

Mimicry doesn't feel how strong the night-hugging is, this can only be said to be the norm.

And Qin Mo felt unexpected.

The Nurgle fleet belongs to the muzzle of the gun, the Nighthugger can kill the crew in the battleship with a single gaze, just getting close to the galaxy can make the crew in the fleet have nightmares and suicides, this is the characteristic of the Nighthugger, assuming that it is not the fragment of the Nighthugger that comes today but the fragment of another star god, it will take some effort.

While observing, Qin Mo was still analyzing the strength of this Star God Fragment in his heart.

There is a huge difference in the strength of the different fragments of a star god.

The weakest Night-Bearer shards can be intimidated by an Ultramarine's Captain Astarte armed with a molten bomb.

The strongest can even manipulate the space necromancers, so that these enemies can honestly help them find the sickle.

There are even shards of the Star God that can destroy the world engine of the space necromancy, turning mountains and rivers into lava with a raise of their hands.

The fragment of the Nighthuer in front of you...... It should be at the middle level.

"I feel like I'm done." Mimic turned into a shield and said tremblingly.

Its fears are not unfounded.

The Nightholder Fragment has gone deep into the planet's underground, and it is using a unique way to find the tombs that are dormant with space necromancers, these tombs are not as simple as just being buried underground, but are blessed with a lot of black technology, what static force field and what dimensional cracks......

These can delay a little bit.

I just don't know what the situation is with the necromancers in the tomb, the shards of the star gods have dried up the Nurgle fleet in the galaxy, and these ribs have not even come out to do things.

"Don't worry, you can't finish it." Qin Mo confidently comforted his mimic, "Even if I go into space and fight the Nighthuer Fragment face-to-face, I may not be defeated by it, not to mention that I have dispatched everything at the bottom of the box." ”

Hearing this, he waved his hand to change the illusion, changing the content of the illusion from the Nighthuer fragment to the space in the Tyrone system.

Far away, two moons known as Space Fortress are orbiting a metal planet that has just been framed.

"This thing is obviously not built, right?" Mimicry is not reassuring.

"Of course it wasn't built, otherwise it wouldn't be called a fortress, but a celestial engine." Qin Mo nodded, "But believe me, with the Leviathan and the Extradimensional Sky Dome and other miscellaneous things, it won't be a problem to pile up the Night Bearers." ”

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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