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"The Dracas are in a laboratory somewhere on the equator line in Bloom, using the analogy of the astronomical rules of the real universe. They were far away from us. ”

"They just clashed with the Death Guards."

In Fabius's main laboratory, Qin Mo listened to the scholar's report.

The scholar observes the uninvited guest on Bloom with psionic powers.

Things in the Eye of Fear were progressing at an alarming rate, and it hadn't been long before the lab that had been used as a military camp by the Drakassi was filled with troops from the Drakassi.

Arenas have even been set up in the laboratory for gladiatorial fun for those who believe in sadomasochism.

"Why the hell are the Drakasi here?" Qin Mo frowned and pondered, "What are the death guards looking for here?" ”

The scholar was silent.

By Qin Mo's side, it couldn't see the affected future and the past.

It's one thing to look at psionic energy, it's another to look into the future.

All foresight of the future using psionic or psionic energy is to look at the thread of destiny attached to the curtain that envelops the universe of reality, and the thread of destiny will reveal all the future, but only if the observer has the ability to view the largest part of the thread of fate.

The prophetic power of the astral mimicry is to observe the changes in the material of reality, and then exhaustively consider the next change, and then consider the part that is most likely to be realized, perhaps it can see the future here, and then explain what the death guards and the sadomasochistic believers from Dracasi are doing on Bloom.

"Forget it, let's just do our thing."

Qin Mo, who really couldn't figure out the reason, chose to give up thinking about this thing that seemed meaningless at the moment, he didn't care how many enemies there were on Bloom, anyway, this was the eye of fear, and it was not strange that countless demons suddenly poured out.

Destroy the new humanity, destroy everything that can create the new humanity, and leave.

As for the world of Bloom, and its enemies...... If Qin Mo needed to solve it with all of them, then there would be no Golden Expeditionary Fleet, only the auxiliary army of the Lord of Tyrone.

"There are a lot of new humans gathered on Bloom, and they have arrived through the network used by Fabius, and Heat Death and Bandis are slaughtering them for a while, and hundreds of new humans have been killed before we speak."

"I can see that they are determined to protect the property of their Father of Creation, but their demise is inevitable."

"But they are capable of reproduction, and Clone Magnus and I are working on the biotechnology of the new human, and then we will create weapons to destroy the new human."

The scholar went on to report on other things.

Recently, Qin Mo did not personally kill new humans, or to study Fabius's technology to create new humans, he just stayed with the clones, taking advantage of the time to stay in Bloom before the trouble of the new humans was solved, so that the clones could be mentally prepared and accept the future in which he would always live in secrecy as a clone and contribute silently to the continuation of the human race.

Magnus, on the other hand, is more receptive to this future than anyone else, and does not know whether he can give everything in pursuit of knowledge, or numb himself with research.

In short, he was working with scholars on Fabius' technology for creating new humans.

This shouldn't have been a difficult matter, after all, Qin Mo had created a weapon to kill the genestealers during the Battle of Tyrone's Nest, but there was a part of the new human that confused him.

I don't know if Fabius did it on purpose, or if it was for some other reason......

The new humans have an implicit subspace component.

It's hard to say whether this ingredient exists in the form of biological genes in the body of new humans, or in the form of psionic talents...... It's weird, like something that can't find evidence of its existence, but can clearly feel it.

"Let the new humanity wither completely." Qin Mo said.

"Soon they will be completely withered." The scholar nodded, turned away, and went to continue his research with Magnus.

Qin Mo turned around and walked into the room where the clones were located.

In order to allow the remaining clones to wake up quickly, instead of being carried away in jars, the learned people in the revived clones have moved the other jars containing the clones to a sturdy new room.

This room is filled with various instruments made by Qin Mo or Bandis to explore the physiological mysteries of the clones.

Perturabo, who had previously gone mad and put in a jar, was released again, building the device he thought would revive the other brothers.

Clone Ryan was roaming the lab, looking for a backup of the potion Fabius had injected him when he woke him up.

Even Motarian is using his knowledge.

"Kiliman, you're thirteen."

"This number represents ominous, demonic, disease, evil, calamity."

"If our father really played the role of a god in the ancient times of mankind, then you, the thirteenth, are the thirteenth disciple who betrayed him."

"It's not for nothing that Ryan and many other brothers are suspicious of you for no reason."

Motarian sat in front of Kiliman and spoke very seriously about the results of his analysis of Kiliman using numerology.

Killiman doesn't believe much in numerology, and he thinks that the fate of all creatures in the universe may be bound and related by something, but this constraint is definitely not a few numbers.

He didn't want to listen to Motarian's analysis.

But Motarian recently researched the relationship between Ryan and Killman, and suddenly found that his numerology had been fulfilled in his thirteenth brother, and insisted on telling Killiman why he was suspected.

"Why don't you use your numerology to analyze how to wake up our other brothers." Perturabo asked, wiping the oil off his hands.

"I researched it." Motarian sat down on the device Perturabo had just made, "All these things you made are useless, what should we really do, you know?" ”

Hear Motarian say of his creation: useless. Perturabo tilted his head and glared at Motarian before waiting for the brother to speak his ridiculous opinion.

The Lord of Steel has the attitude that if you don't say anything, I'll kill you.

Ever since learning that many of the original clones had rebelled, Perturabo had become hostile to everyone, even himself.

Motarian was also used to it, ready to speak his mind.

Just finished writing three chapters, and three more chapters

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