"We should divide the rest of our brothers equally into seven planets, and then drag them out of the jar at seven o'clock in the morning in the real universe, because seven o'clock in the morning represents a new life, a new beginning."

Motarian's suggestion made Perturabo frown.

He questioned Motarian: "Do you say seven because you used your bullshit numerology to figure out that the number seven is really useful, or is it because you simply like seven, just like you always like to lean on seven in the Great Expedition?" ”

Hearing this, Motarian's eyes fell to the floor, and then he raised to Peturabo's face: "I...... Calculated out. ”

Peturabo clenched his fists.

Mortarian rose from the machine Perturabo had built, wary of the screwed brother.

But Peturabo let go of his fist again and suddenly said, "Maybe we can try." ”

"You understand me?" Motarian asked in a tentative tone.

Perturabo shook his head: "Maybe numerology is really useful, because if it doesn't do anything but make you look stupid, then you won't be so obsessed with it." ”

Motarian had mixed feelings, and he didn't know whether to thank Peturabo for his support or whether he should give Perturabo a punch.

"Don't listen to Motarian."

"His suggestion may indeed make the other primordials wake up immediately, after all, this is the Eye of Fear, and mysterious things happen all the time."

"But there's no use other than allowing a god to get a dozen cloned plague pigs."

Qin Mo said and walked over from Mortarian.

He knew exactly what Motarian's favorite number seven represented.

It represents Nurgle, and represents the great demon of Nurgle.

The seven people in the world who almost caused the fall of Aix in the Plague War are examples.

"Don't keep going up to seven."

"I don't know what Seven represents in your eyes, anyway, in this universe it represents evil and disgusting filthy rotten things."

Qin Mo said as he walked over to the sleeping tanks of the clones and inserted a creation that stored the cracked program into the instrument that connected each jar.

After spending a little time creating this instrument that could paralyze the defense mechanism in the living organism's body, Qin Mo was ready to awaken the remaining clones with a hard crack.

Perturabo glanced at the instrument that had just been sat on by Motarian: "It might come in handy." ”

"This thing you've built won't be of any use other than wasting a lot of materials." Qin Mo didn't even look at what Perturabo had spent a lot of time making, and directly denied it.

Perturabo was clearly upset.

"It's not a war machine you built, or a fortification for defensive warfare or anything, so it's certainly not as easy to use as you thought." Qin Mo said again.

The corners of Perturabo's mouth twitched, and he walked away with his head held high, ready to go to the ground to help the people who were protecting the entrance to the laboratory with some fortifications or something.

Motarian got up and came to Qin Mo, leaned on the jar where the sleeping Horus was, and continued to introduce numerology to others.

"You, like Peturabo, don't look down on my numerology at all?" Motarian asked with a sneer.

Qin Mo glanced at Clone Killyman, then turned around and continued to operate the instrument: "And Killman, and Magnus...... There are many that cannot be seen. ”

“……”

Motari misses you with peace of mind......

Despite his dissatisfaction, Motarian decided to correct Qin Mo's thoughts.

"You told us before that you used to be part of the 44 Infantry Regiment, and you were also 4 when you were in service."

"Do you know what 4 means? It means lucky, which is a very auspicious number. ”

Listening to Motarian's story, Qin Mo shook his head: "I don't think so. ”

Qin Mo couldn't help but recall how he felt when he was captured and sent to the bottom nest to serve hard labor, and when he heard a series of 4 hours.

The heart pulls out the cold.

The little hands are cold.

Because in Qin Mo's opinion, the series of 4,44 infantry regiments also have 4 on the prisoner number, and this pile of 4 is the homonym of death.

He thought he was going to die at the bottom nest.

"Maybe you thought you were finished, but you didn't, you led your people to victory."

"You went from an ordinary soldier to the master of the Hive World, then to the master of the galaxy, and then to the master of the sector......

"Five hundred people in the world are always big Otrama, big Otrama, what is big? Isn't it the size of a star district? You've achieved about the same as a primordial. ”

When Motarian mentioned the Five Hundred Worlds, Kiliman on the side spoke, "Let me remind you that the place where the Five Hundred Worlds are located is called the Extreme Star Field. ”

Motarian pretended not to hear and continued to nag.

However, Qin Mo interrupted him: "If you don't want to help me, then you can do something else, such as going to the entrance to consolidate the defense, or going to kill the new humans with the Iron People." ”

"I want to help you." Motarian said, "Help you with numerology." ”

Qin Mo glanced at Motarian, his gaze helpless and cold, and then turned back and continued the work at hand.

Fabius put a lot of insurance in the body of the cloned protoplasma.

These safeguards do not make the clone subject to his control, but rather ensure that the clone never wakes up until it is allowed to grow up.

And these insurance methods are being quickly cracked and eliminated.

Qin Mo spent a lot of time researching the flesh of the cloned protogen, building a device for cracking the biological insurance, and awakening the protoplasm was a quick thing.

As the awakening program activated, the substances created by Qin Mo began to supply the cloning protoplasms in the jar.

Only a little bit of substance is injected into it.

Then the sleeping clones opened their eyes one by one, looked around in horror, and then fell out of the slowly opening tank.

One after the other.

The sound of flesh and ground colliding sounded more than a dozen times in a row.

Qin Mo glanced at the awakened clones one by one, and finally his eyes fell on the clone of St. Giles.

Thoughtfully, he looked away and looked at Fogham beside St. Giles.

Qin Mo had seen the real Fogham in the Slaanesh Demon Domain in the subspace, and had seen the shamelessness and madness of that bastard.

Not only did the Foggrim in front of him not turn into a snake, he didn't look so shameless, he even looked around looking for something to cover his shame.

There is not even one of the two Alpha brothers among these original clones, but Chagatai is gone.

Qin Mo could probably guess why Chagatai didn't see him, because Fabius probably heard about this understanding person, and he was afraid that Chagatai would see something, so he teleported him away first, or killed him.

(End of chapter)