Chapitre 41: Language Sharp Knife
For Qin Mo, immersing himself in research and creation is the best form of entertainment.
He used both hands to write down the knowledge he had gained from his research on the data panel, and then stared at the knowledge and figured out how to cite it.
This is how Qin Mo spent every day since he decided to start researching dimensional channel technology.
The only exception in this repetitive but happy period was that Qin Mo learned the way of communication between star gods from Mimicry.
Information is transmitted through the stellar magnetic field. No matter where the two parties are, as long as both parties are willing to communicate, they can communicate anytime and anywhere.
"How is your strength recovering? Can you come and save me?"
"You don't think I didn't tell you all the theories of dimensional technology, do you? I am just a fragment and I don't remember much. Even if I were complete, I would not be a star god like you."
"I remember that you had a good relationship with a Star God who was good at technology, but I forgot who it was. Otherwise, I could tell you its name and you could go find it directly, without having to study and learn here... You are starting from scratch now."
"By the way, when do you plan to leave the nest?"
"..."
Mimicry talks a lot, perhaps because it is a talkative person, or perhaps because it finally found someone to talk to.
If the mimicry had not directly informed Qin Mo of some information about dimensional technology, he would have cut off the communication long ago.
"Why do you need to verify the knowledge I told you before using it? Are you on guard against me?"
"Shut up." Qin Mo shouted impatiently, and then the mimicry's voice could no longer be heard.
Qin Mo continued his research in a quiet environment. After an unknown amount of time passed without hearing any mimicry sound, he realized that he had subconsciously turned off the communication before.
And when he wanted to communicate, the mimicry voice sounded again.
"What do you plan to do after you develop dimensional technology? Go to Earth to find that psyker ape and promote the dimensional engine?"
Hearing this question, Qin Mo stopped his research and suddenly realized that he had never thought about this question before.
If this were during the Great Crusade, or before the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, then of course he would have to be found and given the dimensional engine.
Qin Mo's human consciousness makes it difficult for him to not want to help his kind get rid of the influence of the subspace, which is a good thing for the race or the material universe.
The problem was that the Emperor was half dead, he couldn't go anywhere, and the Custodes and the Imperial Palace guards on Terra wouldn't let anyone get close to him.
This makes it difficult to promote the dimensional engine. Do we have to ask the high lord to promote the dimensional engine? What a joke.
"Humans have never lacked creativity. The most difficult thing for the current empire is not the research and development of new technologies, but their promotion and use." Qin Mo said to Mimicry.
"I don't understand. If you can use dimensional technology to replace warp travel, why don't humans use this technology immediately? By the same token, would the Necrontyr reject immortality?" asked the Mimic.
"Of course you don't understand, because when the Star God met the Necrontyr, the Warp was not as deep and full of monsters as it is now." Qin Mo said, "Suppose you are not a Star God but a mortal. You know that the power of the Chaos God is all-pervasive. You even have to doubt whether your inspiration is a trap set by the evil god. Would you still use technology of unknown origin?"
"That's really tragic. What's the point of human existence if it's like this? It would be better for us to just exterminate ourselves."
"You've been shattered into pieces, but you haven't tried to commit suicide yet. Aren't you trying to curry favor with me in every way possible, hoping that I will rescue you from the Necrontyr someday?"
"..."
Qin Mo's words immediately brought the conversation to a halt.
Mimic was silent for a long time before speaking again: "If the consciousness of the Forger was not replaced by you but coexisted with you, then you must get along very well, because you can both use language as a knife."
"Heh." Qin Mo smiled and stopped talking, concentrating on his current research.
...
Time seems to exist in the Hive Underhive.
When Gray woke up as usual and walked to the mirror to find that his beard had grown very long, he realized that nearly a hundred days and nights had passed since Qin Mo started his research and stayed indoors.
During these nearly one hundred days and nights, Gray did the same thing over and over again. That was to go to various places with Andrada to speed up the death of the rebels, and then rest until they were too tired to fight anymore. After waking up, they would continue the same thing.
"Anrida, are you awake?" Gray asked, picking up the communicator.
"Awake." Anrida's voice came out, "You can leave at any time."
"Groot still can't participate in the combat operation?" Gray walked to the living room of the room with the communicator. After asking, he sat on the sofa and drank a glass of water.
"Still can't. The commander of the legion issued an order before starting the research, requiring Grot to guard the fortress to protect him."
"The Legion Commander does not need protection. I guess Grot was punished for some reason."
"Who knows. I'm going to start putting on my power armor. Transmission ended."
After Andrada shut down the communication, Gray walked to the window and looked down at the city outside.
As the legion commander's guard, he was assigned a residence in New Cato, which was located on the twentieth floor of a residential building near the city center.
The construction capacity of logistics machinery is extremely amazing. The construction of the entire city has been completed for the most part, and other facilities except the periphery can be put into normal use.
Far away, logistics machines were gathering together to print new buildings, and on the streets nearby, people were sending their children to school first, and then to arsenals and military camps.
Movies showing the planetary defense forces fighting alien rebels were playing on the exterior walls of buildings in the city center.
Countless drones flashing red and blue lights are hovering over every corner of the city, ensuring that no place here becomes a lawless place.
Observation at this moment is Gray's daily entertainment. He enjoys watching the city develop and become increasingly different from the "cesspool" he destroyed in the war.
After Gray looked for a while, the unmanned transport plane and Andrada standing on it appeared in his sight.
Andreida stood by the hatch holding his helmet, looking at Gray helplessly.
"Coming right up." Gray immediately turned around and put on his guards power armor. After putting it on, he opened the window and jumped onto the transport plane outside.
The two started their day's work as before.
"Where are we going today?" Gray asked Andrada while checking the self-test results of the power armor.
"Go to a location 700 kilometers due north of the city. We received a request for support from the military camp five minutes ago. A woman said her husband went missing while out exploring ancient buildings. The army has an exercise today, so we have no choice but to go and do this."
"Okay, let's go."
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