"I know, Grote." Qin Mo nodded.

It's not that he didn't think that mortals would eventually die, and it wasn't that he couldn't accept it, but he was sentimental by nature.

Qin Mo suppressed the melancholy in his heart and looked at the others.

"We just talked about the Alien Alliance."

"Those savage spirits and the spirits who drove the Titans, they helped us in the war, and they paid the blood tax in disguise."

"They've not mentioned it yet, though...... But they need a place to live, and for the engineering fleet to find a galaxy in the sector that only has a world of death, and shape a Gaia world for them, which is their reward for supporting the expedition. ”

"As for the Otanza Ark World, their appeal is to restore the Ark World to satisfy them."

After talking about the arrangements for Sal and those barbarian spirit clans, Qin Mo thought about it, and there was nothing else to do.

The starmarines in the star, as well as those who later defected to the star, these starmarines have long had a proper arrangement, which is nothing more than to build a home world for them and provide logistical support according to the practice of the star, and then these warbands assume the obligation to fight for the star.

The only thing that Qin Mo needed to bring up on such an occasion was the matter of Sal and them.

"Regarding our impact on the galaxies surrounding the Proto-Dread Eye......" Anruida began.

"We don't have to take the initiative to order the withdrawal of influences, and those places will lose their investment attractiveness after the expedition is over." Qin Mo said.

Anruida nodded, he also speculated.

"We used to think only of getting our force to protect our investments outside of the sector." Qin Mo spoke again, "We never thought of using force to protect the people of the places where we invested outside the Star Sector, because we really couldn't think of what kind of people could threaten outsiders by slaughtering their own people. ”

"But there's no need to worry."

"The Golden Expedition has been going on for more than 200 years, and places like Cadia and Belice Corona have been influenced by us for two generations."

"Our impact will continue."

After that, Qin Mo glanced at everyone and announced the dissolution of the meeting.

……

Flagship lower level.

In the Emperor's secret laboratory, the clones watched the sarcophagus with their human father who was lodged in Vanessa.

In the sarcophagus lies another St. Giles.

Sleeping St. Giles.

But both the Emperor and the clones knew very well that this St. Giles was not a second clone, but a shell that had no soul or consciousness at all.

The only difference between this St. Giles and the failed clone of St. Giles from the flesh twisted things in the lab dish was only in appearance.

Snort –

The sound of the valve draining the pressure in the chamber sounded, and the body of St. Giles in the sarcophagus began to dry up due to the change in pressure, but it did not dry up to the point of resembling a skeleton, but remained in a state that looked thin.

Seeing this, the emperor subconsciously frowned and looked at the door, and when he saw that it was Qin Mo who walked in at the door, his frowning brows stretched out, showing off his research results to him.

"A more perfect shell!"

"I've finally found a way to resurrect St. Giles!"

Hearing the emperor's ostentatious words, Qin Mo walked to the sarcophagus and took a look, and found that the St. Giles lying inside was really just a shell, without any expression of self-consciousness at all.

After thinking about it, Qin Mo estimated that the emperor had taken advantage of a loophole.

Clones and ontologies can exist at the same time, but only one clone and one can exist at the same time, and the second clone will become a puddle of rotten meat.

But it seems that the empty shell without consciousness will not be affected by the subspace metaphysics and turn into rotten meat.

"Can St. Giles be resurrected?" Qin Mo asked.

"No, it's not that simple." The emperor shook his head, "I have already found this kind of loophole, the only thing that makes it difficult for me now is how to let the soul of St. Giles enter this body, and then truly resurrect in the real universe." ”

"Then what are you calling me to do?" Qin Mo looked at the empty shell of St. Giles, "I don't know about those subspace metaphysical things, maybe you need to perform a ritual or something, and let Magnus help you?" ”

Hearing this, Magnus looked embarrassed.

He obviously couldn't help the emperor.

The emperor couldn't explain to Qin Mo, because the only way to communicate with Qin Mo was to grind his tongue, and there was no way to use psionic communication to directly let Qin Mo understand what he was thinking, and what were the various complicated and difficult factors for the true resurrection of St. Giles.

But the emperor didn't come to Qin Mo to make him watch like those clones.

"Didn't you once make the Iron Warrior's hoop bound by the rules of reality?" The Emperor asked, "Didn't you bring back the throne too?" ”

Although the emperor said vaguely, Qin Mo immediately guessed what he could do.

That is, to use the characteristics of the Domination Engine and his own characteristics, and perhaps also need the Emperor's spiritual power, in short, in the end, it should be able to forcibly drag the soul of St. Giles into the real universe and bind into the real body.

"I in the icy sun of subspace will locate the soul of St. Giles, bind his soul, and ...... him This is a complex matter, and it is difficult for me to explain it clearly to you. ”

"All you need to do is sit on the Domination Engine, let the soul of St. Giles pass through the Veil of Reality into the real universe, and then take over the role of guiding from the other me, and bring him into his body."

After speaking, the emperor looked at Qin Mo and waited for his reaction.

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's as simple as that."

"Okay then."

Qin Mo decided to give it a try, after all, the emperor finally had a way to toss from the beginning of the expedition to now, no matter whether it was reliable or not, he always had to try.

So Qin Mo didn't stay in the laboratory, turned around and disappeared from everyone's field of vision, and went to the place where the dominating engine was placed on the battleship.

The emperor leaned over the body of St. Giles in the sarcophagus expectantly, and waited silently.

Until a long time passed, there was no reaction to the body of St. Giles in the sarcophagus.

"Father, you may not be right." Horus walked over to the emperor and whispered.

"No, I'm right." The Emperor shook his head.

Coetze, who was crouching in the shadows, sneered and said, "That is, the Lord of Tyrone has no will to truly resurrect St. Giles. ”

The Emperor didn't even look at Koz.

The crowd continued to wait.

It wasn't until the clones felt that there was little hope, and St. Giles in the sarcophagus slowly opened his eyes.

Intense psionic energy fluctuations instantly filled the entire laboratory, and the huge white wings spread out as St. Giles sat up.

"We took out a loan to give Barr a makeover."

These were the first words that St. Giles said to the crowd when he woke up.

When he saw clearly that the person in front of him was not the high-level of the Holy Blood Angel at all, he found that he had suddenly come to the flagship.

It was like a teleportation, except that the living metal Saint Giles who had been in front of Dante just now found himself lying in a sarcophagus, his body exactly the same as before he was killed by Horus.

St. Giles glanced around in surprise, his gaze naturally skimmed over the clones as if he hadn't seen anything, and then his gaze fell on the emperor.

The emperor's eyes shone with psionic light, and his face was excited that could not be concealed.

"Counting you, I've already had four children officially returning."

More tomorrow. It's not going to be interrupted this month.,If there's no update prompt.,That's when I send a new chapter.

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