……

A month later.

As countless orders were sent and received, the vast golden expeditionary fleet continued to move in the direction of the Eye of Fear.

After a busy day's work, the Lord of Tyrone left the bridge and headed for his private room.

His face was expressionless, his expression was indifferent, and he walked with his head held high.

In the eyes of passers-by, every step he takes is graceful.

"Governor." A Flesh Ripper Warband Space Warrior came up to the Lord of Tyrone and bowed, "May I ask if our Warband's synthetic plasma ration can be increased?" ”

As if afraid of rejection, and as if aware of his rudeness, the Space Marines added: "I know that I should find the crew in charge of logistics for this matter, but I just happened to run into you, and this demand is too ......"

"Yes." The Lord of Tyrone nodded expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and scratched it on the bulkhead, and a projection appeared that could provide office conditions at any time and place, and then he issued an order in the logistics rationing shown on the projection.

"Thank you." The Space Marines saluted again and turned to leave.

The Lord of Tyrone continues to walk down the corridor.

Every crew member and officer he met on the way saluted him, and he nodded expressionlessly.

The Lord of Tyrone seems to be the leader of an emotionless machine, calmly handling everyone and everything he encounters.

Eventually, the leaders of the entire five hundred and forty-four worlds in the Tyrone Star Region stepped into their private rooms.

"You're late."

The moment the door closed, a familiar female voice came.

Qin Mo smiled before he could turn around, and turned to look behind him.

Standing in the center of the room with a slightly special mimic, he looked at Qin Mo with a smile: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"Why didn't you come here yesterday?" Qin Mo stepped forward with a smile, sat on the sofa, and poured a glass of wine for the mimic.

In the huge Glorious Human ship, the chance of Qin Mo and the Praetorian Guards meeting was no more than three percent, and this battleship was as huge as a city, not to mention the mimicry that was not usually staying in the Glorious Human Ship.

"Ultramarines need to do tactical deductions, and I'm going to help them, after all, I have the ability to create realistic illusions." Mimic sat beside Qin Mo.

Qin Mo was not happy when he heard it, and the word dissatisfaction was like being written on his face: "What do they think of my best Star God friend?" A tech device?! ”

"But you've always maintained a good relationship with Killiman, and isn't it indirectly a way for me to do this?" Mimicry asked.

"My personal relationship with Luo Bao is indeed good, but that doesn't mean I want to please his sons." Qin Mo complained while drinking, "I'll go to Calga, who follows Luo Bao like a fart all day long, tomorrow and ask him if he doesn't have time to let logistics give him a deduction device, or if he just wants to find something for my friend." ”

Mimic thought for a moment and changed the subject: "You didn't come back just to be annoying, did you?" ”

"Of course." Qin Mo put down his wine glass.

This star lord of the star region, the lord of Tyrone who can mobilize thousands of fleets, billions of Tyrone armies and hundreds of worlds with a single word, he hesitated and hesitated.

"You know, I like to try something different."

"So ......"

Mimic asked: "Then you don't need to look like you have white hair and red eyes now, how about changing Winnessa?" ”

"Okay, I don't have any good ideas anyway, you can even become a burner." Qin Mo nodded slowly.

The mimicry changed instantly, and his figure flashed to two meters away, his hands pinched his waist, and the golden light flashed: "Bow to me, Governor Tyrone!" I am the Great Lord of Mankind! The master of the whole empire! ”

"What are you doing!"

Qin Mo stood up in shock.

"The Emperor of Human Nature can't do it!"

"I'm sorry, then I'll change to a normal Vanessa."

"No...... Don't bother anymore...... You've been busy lately, so I don't want to bother you......"

“……”

Just when Qin Mo wanted to do something with mimicry as before, which only two people knew, a heavy footstep came.

Qin Mo instantly heard that it was the voice guessed by the power armor of the Praetorian Guard in the corridor.

It was not easy for a Janissary, who had a sound-absorbing device built into the bones of his legs and was only the size of a normal human, to step on such a loud voice.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and then suddenly disappeared at a certain moment.

After another pause, the voice rang out.

"Governor...... The regent asks you to go to the bridge with you, there is an emergency. ”

It was Gray's voice.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to wait for himself.

Lord Tyrone left the room, expressionless, dignified and went to the bridge with Gray, who was still going back to the bridge.

Before stepping onto the bridge, a yellow-armored space soldier walked quickly past Qin Mo, looked at him as if he had a blank look, and then withdrew his gaze.

Qin Mo thought it was a weeping, but after careful observation, he realized that it was not a weeping person at all, but a malicious warrior.

"Sorry we're late." The Malevolent enters the bridge and apologizes to Killman.

Kiriman shook his head magnanimously: "It's good that you're here, I'm still worried about whether the fleet will make it impossible for you to catch up with you when it sails in dimensions, but you found us when the fleet was replenished......"

"Why are you late? The Dimension Engine didn't reach you? Qin Mo asked the malicious warrior.

The Malicious Warrior stood there, unresponsive.

Seeing Kiriman's eyes change, the malicious warrior responded: "Our warband is here with a subspace engine, navigator ......"

"It is not for nothing that such a large expeditionary force can be assembled in a short period of time, because we are all using a more stable way of sailing."

Qin Mo directly interrupted the malicious warrior's defense.

"We all use the dimensional engine, use the stargate, walk the dimension, and walk the space folding channel."

"You're diving in a subspace engine manure pit, no wonder you're late!"

The malicious warrior stood in place, taking Qin Mo's words as a deaf ear, and only looked at Kiliman.

"It doesn't matter, no matter how you came here, you're here after all." "But your ships can't cooperate with us, so go back and thank your warband commander for me, because your warband has answered my call." ”

The Malicious Warrior froze for a few seconds before turning to leave.

After the gate closed, Kiliman explained to Qin Mo: "They ......"

"I understand." Qin Mo nodded.

Malicious warriors, this warband that doesn't use a dimensional engine is just a microcosm.

Within the Empire, a microcosm of the forces opposing the Protos and the new faster-than-light voyages.

The Malevolent Warriors themselves are not warbands that stick to tradition, and they don't use dimensional engines because there are forces that will provide enough supplies for five hundred years to warbands that insist on using subspace engines.

This force can guess that it is the navigator without even thinking about it.

Although the navigator has financial resources, weapons and equipment cannot be bought with financial resources, just like the big soldiers who saved hundreds of years ago could not buy priceless force feedback armor.

Therefore, it can be further concluded that the Mechanic Sect is not all wall-riding factions such as the current Casting General, or the True Orm Messianic faction like Vic, and there are other factions......

"Don't worry, the group of navigators can only engage in these small actions, and they have been divided and disintegrated into infighting by me." Killiman pointed out, "The Dimensional Engine that the entire fleet is using is proof of that. ”

"I understand, I understand." Qin Mo nodded.

Killiman nodded.

At this time, the fleet had completed its replenishment, and a part of the Tyrone transport fleet broke away from the formation and went back.

The Golden Expeditionary Fleet set sail again, leaping into dimensional space.

"Where are we next?" Qin Mo asked.

"The Dimension Engine is really efficient, and the fleet is extremely fast." Kiriman returned to the tactical table.

The primordial body stretched out its hand of domination and pointed at the star map.

"Kadian's Gate."

(End of chapter)