Chapter 38 The Founder

late at night.

Grote, who was fighting on the battlefield, received an order from Qin Mo himself, asking him to return to the fortress immediately.

Even Gray was puzzled by this order, but Grote went back obediently.

When he was led to the cell by the guards, he saw that Qin Mo was testing a new device inside, and the rebel bishop he was looking for to kill was being restrained.

"Isn't this the bishop of the rebel army? How did you catch her?" Grote was very surprised, and walked into the cell and looked at the bishop provocatively.

The Bishop glared at Grote and gnashed his teeth, but there was nothing she could do.

Qin Mo didn't answer, but just raised his finger and pointed at the bishop's face: "Give her a punch and force her to release her spiritual energy."

Grote willingly complied, and he punched the bishop in the face without hesitation.

When the fist wearing the guard's power armor hit the bishop's face, her entire face was sunken, struggling frantically to bite Groat.

"It works." Qin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

Grote didn't quite understand why this was effective, but Qin Mo immediately gave an explanation: "This is my newly researched psychic energy disruptor. Within its range of action, the spirit of psykers will be disturbed, and they cannot use psychic energy."

"What's the difference between this and the anti-psychic device integrated in the power armor?" Grote asked puzzled.

"The ability to interfere is stronger, and it can be considered an advanced version. For example, the previous version could not interfere with the bishop, but now it can." Qin Mo said.

Grote looked at the equipment Qin Mo was fiddling with in great surprise.

This device is still a bit big, but this is the prototype stage, mainly for testing, and it will definitely be miniaturized and multi-purpose in the future.

Grote was overjoyed and puzzled, was he called back just to watch the new equipment?

"From today onwards, you stay in the fortress." Qin Mo ordered.

"Yes." Grote accepted the order habitually, and then he realized what the order meant.

Now the war is still going on, and staying in the fortress means that you have no chance of being on the battlefield.

"I will obey orders, but can you tell me why, a person like me wearing the power armor of the guards can greatly increase the advancing speed of the troops." Grote asked.

"I have more important things for you to do." Qin Mo replied.

Grote wondered even more, isn't the most important thing now the war?Besides, what can you do if you stay in the fortress.

But Grote noticed that Qin Mo's complexion was not very good at this time, and he didn't dare to ask further: "I will follow your order, Legion Commander."

"Okay, let's rest."

"Yes."

Grote turned to leave, but when he put his hand on the doorknob, he remembered something again, and asked back, "Is it true that I won't be able to fight in the short term?"

Qin Mo didn't respond, concentrating on research and manufacturing.

Grote tactfully pushed the door away and closed it gently.

"How did you get arrested?" Qin Mo asked the bishop with the biggest doubt.

The bishop didn't want to answer, and couldn't, because her whole face was so distorted that she couldn't speak.

But from the bishop's angry and puzzled eyes, Qin Mo could sense that she didn't know what was going on.

Qin Mo stopped being entangled and concentrated on research and experiments.

...

late at night.

In the underground cave of the fortress, Qin Mo fell asleep on the table, but he didn't think he fell asleep, because in his eyes, he was still awake, but came to a strange place.

Here is a resplendent bedroom.

There is a big green tree growing in the corner of the bedroom, which looks completely out of tune with the environment.

When Qin Mo approached the tree, a ferocious face appeared on the bark, and the expression on this face quickly changed into a laugh: "Hahahahaha! Scared you?"

"You think this is very interesting?" Qin Mo looked at the tree expressionlessly.

Dashu's smile disappeared instantly, and he seemed bored.

Then its body changed rapidly, transforming into a girl.

Qin Mo recalled the appearance of this girl, which was exactly the girl he had dreamed about turning into a tank and a middle-aged man.

"I remembered who you are." The girl looked at Qin Mo solemnly, with a maturity that she shouldn't have at her age, "You are the caster."

"Added a new word? Didn't you call me a clairvoyant or a mimic last time?" Qin Mo asked.

"No, no, the Mimic is me." The girl's body changed rapidly, and she became Gray wearing the power armor of the Praetorians, "It's all because the damn Necrontyr turned me into pieces, so my memory is intermittent and incomplete. I am the Mimic."

After speaking, the mimicry began to change the surrounding environment.

The room turned into thousands of stars, and at the very center of all the stars, a god whose body was composed of blue energy was raising his hand, and the stars gathered in front of him to form a sword.

"If you only talk about its own strength, the Forge is the youngest and weakest of all the star gods, but that's because it doesn't rely on its own strength to fight. The terrifying creations it forges can even mobilize the mighty power of other star gods."

The stars changed, and a purple energy body floated in front of the caster. No words could describe its shape.

"That's me, Mimic."

"We were originally the friendliest star gods among the stars. You are in charge of casting, and I am in charge of providing you with inspiration through changes."

"Although you merged with a human being, you are still complete, but I have become this ghost, and I have forgotten my original form."

"It's all because you betrayed me."

Hearing this, Qin Mo looked at Mimic: "How to say?"

"You were the one who forged the weapon that the Necrontyr used to crush me." Mimic said through gritted teeth. "My strength is not strong, but I am ever-changing. The Necrontyr couldn't crush me."

The environment changed again.

The Forger stood behind the Necrontyr, smiling as he watched the shattered Mimic, ready to devour it.

Then came many changes.

There are also various other star gods.

"Sirolai the Insightr, Aphrodite the Star Painter... many of our kind have been devoured by you."

As he said that, he looked at Qin Mo with a mimetic gaze, watching his reaction.

Qin Mo was very shocked at first. What he heard was beyond his imagination. He had always thought that he could only mobilize the power of the star god, or merged with a certain fragment of the star god.

Qin Mo fell into deep thought, and didn't notice the smile on the mimic's face.

"No... something is wrong." Qin Mo suddenly felt that the story told by the mimicry was not true at all.

Qin Mo frowned and thought.

If the Founder forged weapons for the Necrontyr to crush the mimicry, and he was on the same front as the Necrontyr, why didn't he know that there was such an important star god as the Forger?

Thinking up to this point, Qin Mo raised his head and stared at the mimicry: "You are actually... the fraudster McPhitlan?"

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