Language Swift Knife

For Qin Mo, immersing himself in research and creation was the best form of entertainment.

He used both hands to write down the knowledge he acquired during his research on the data panel, then stared at this knowledge, calculating how to apply it.

Every day since Qin Mo decided to begin researching dimensional gateway technology was spent like this.

The only exception during these repetitive yet happy days was when Qin Mo learned the method of communication between Star Gods from Mimic.

Information was transmitted through stellar magnetic fields, allowing communication at any time and place, regardless of the distance between the two parties, as long as they were willing to communicate.

"How's your strength recovery? Can you come save me?"

"You don't think I told you all the theories of dimensional technology, do you? I'm just a fragment, I don't remember much. Even if I were whole, I'm not a Star God like you."

"I remember you were on good terms 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, saving you the trouble of studying and learning at the same time... You're starting completely from scratch now."

"By the way, when do you plan to leave the Underhive?"

"..."

Mimic had a lot to say. Perhaps it was naturally talkative, or perhaps it had finally found someone to talk to.

If Mimic didn't directly impart information about dimensional technology, Qin Mo would have cut off the communication long ago.

"Why did you need to verify the knowledge I gave you before using it? Are you guarding against me?"

"Shut up," Qin Mo snapped impatiently, and then Mimic's voice could no longer be heard.

He continued his research in the quiet environment. After an unknown amount of time passed without hearing Mimic's voice, Qin Mo realized he had unconsciously turned off the communication.

And when he felt the urge to communicate, Mimic's voice rang out again.

"What do you plan to do after you research dimensional technology? Go to Earth to find that psychic bipedal ape and promote the dimensional engine?"

Hearing this question, Qin Mo stopped his research, suddenly realizing he had never considered this issue.

If it were during the Great Crusade, or before the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, then of course he would find him and give him the dimensional engine.

Qin Mo's human consciousness made it difficult for him not to want to help his own kind escape the influence of the Warp. This would be beneficial for the race and the material universe.

But the problem was that the Emperor was half-dead and could not go anywhere, and the Custodes and the guards of the Imperial Palace would not let anyone near him.

This made promoting the dimensional engine difficult. Should he find a High Lord to promote it? What a joke.

"Humanity has never lacked creativity. For the Imperium today, the most difficult thing is not the research and development of new technologies, but their promotion and use," Qin Mo told Mimic.

"I don't understand. If you can replace Warp travel with dimensional technology, why wouldn't humanity immediately use this technology? Similarly, would the Necrophage refuse eternal life?" Mimic asked.

"Of course you don't understand, because the Warp wasn't as treacherous as it is now when the Star Gods met the Necrophage," Qin Mo said. "If you weren't a Star God but a mortal, and you knew that the power of the Chaos Gods was pervasive, and you even had to suspect whether your inspiration was a trap from the Gods, would you still use technology of unknown origin?"

"That's truly tragic. What's the point of humanity living like this? They might as well be sensible and exterminate themselves."

"You're just a fragment, yet you haven't sought death. Aren't you trying your best to curry favor with me now, hoping that one day I'll be able to retrieve you from the Necrophage?"

"..."

Qin Mo's words brought the conversation to an abrupt halt.

After a long silence, Mimic spoke again: "If the Forger's consciousness hadn't been replaced by you but coexisted with you, you two would have gotten along very well, because you both use words as weapons."

"Heh," Qin Mo chuckled and said no more, focusing on his research.

Time seemed to stand still in the Underhive of the Hive City.

When Grey woke up as usual and walked to the mirror, only to find that his beard had grown very long, did he realize that nearly a hundred days and nights had passed since Qin Mo began his research and shut himself away.

During these nearly hundred days and nights, Grey had been doing the same monotonous thing: going to various places with Anreda to accelerate the demise of the rebels until they were too exhausted to fight, then resting, and continuing the same thing upon waking.

"Anreda, are you awake?" Grey asked, picking up his communicator.

"Awake," Anreda's voice came through. "Ready to go anytime."

"Grot still can't participate in combat operations?" Grey walked towards the living room of his room with the communicator, asking the question before sitting on the sofa and taking a sip of water.

"Still can't. The Legion Commander gave an order before he started his research, instructing Grot to guard the fortress and protect him."

"The Legion Commander doesn't need protection. I suspect Grot is being punished for some reason."

"Who knows. I'm going to put on my power armor. Communication ends."

After Anreda ended the communication, Grey walked to the window and looked down at the city outside.

As the Legion Commander's guard, he had been assigned a residence in New Kato, located on the twentieth floor of a residential building near the city center.

The construction capabilities of the logistical machinery were astonishing; more than half of the city had already been built, and apart from the outskirts, other facilities could be used normally.

Far away, logistical machines were gathered together, printing new buildings. On the streets nearby, people were first sending their children to school, and then heading to the armories and barracks.

A film of the Planetary Defense Force fighting the xenos rebels was being broadcast on the exterior walls of the buildings in the city center.

Countless drones, flashing red and blue lights, hovered in every corner of the city, ensuring that no place would be outside the law.

This observation was Grey's daily entertainment. He enjoyed watching the city develop and become increasingly different from the "cesspool" he had destroyed during the war.

After Grey watched for a while, a transport drone, with Anreda standing on it, appeared in his field of vision.

Anreda stood by the hatch, holding his helmet, and looked at Grey helplessly.

"Coming right up," Grey immediately put on his Terminator Power Armor and, once clad, opened the window and jumped onto the waiting transport.

The two began their day's work as they had before.

"Where are we headed today?" Grey asked Anreda while checking the power armor's self-diagnostic results.

"Seven hundred kilometers north of the city. We received a support request from the barracks five minutes ago. A woman said her husband went missing while scouting ancient ruins. The army has an exercise today, so it looks like it's up to us to handle this."

"Alright, let's go."