In the dark and deep corridors, the dried blood stains left by the battle have not been completely cleaned, and even the scorching heat left by the heavy fire is still warm, and along the way, you can occasionally see a few crew members or mechanical slaves mending the broken walls and corridors, simply connecting the broken circuits, and from time to time electric sparks will light up, bringing a moment of light.

But the ship as a whole was still in deathly darkness and silence, and it was getting colder and colder. The ubiquitous vibration of a normal ship has almost completely disappeared, and the ship is gradually falling silent.

After all, it was too big, and the damage it had suffered in the previous battles was also nerve-wracking, and thanks to the Mechanica's monopoly on technology, there were very few people in the crew that Sylvia brought with him who could do maintenance work, and the level was hardly high, and all she could do was make some of the simplest repairs. If it weren't for the Storm Guardians providing a large number of Space Marines who are also mechanical soldiers, maintaining the operation of several energy furnaces and providing the most basic power for the warship, I am afraid that there would be no light in this darkness.

"Is the lighting system the first thing to repair?" The dark and silent environment was easy to feel unpleasant, so I had nothing to say.

My small voice echoed through the hallway for a long time to subside, and then Sylvia replied, "Of course not, it's easy to make do with the lighting or something." Even if there is no substitute, people cannot live without the light. ”

Oh yes, light is not a necessity for survival, so what is more closely related to survival is the tightness of the hull and the air circulation and regeneration system inside?

Just listen to Sylvia continue, "The first thing to repair is naturally the communication system. We have almost lost the ability to fight artillery, and at least we need to have a coordinated command for internal defense. ”

Now is the time to start controlling this ship. While that's perfectly fine, at least for now, you haven't gotten the wolf's authority to take over the ship, have you? It's important to have the procedure right, and it's taboo to act casually, if it's in a normal army......

Forget it, the wild wolf is not a normal army anyway.

The banquet hall was housed in a hangar, not an auditorium or dining hall as I imagined, all of which had been dilapidated from previous battles, and in some cases had been exposed to a vacuum. However, are there so many hangars on this ship? Sylvia explained that the Jewel of Mackenna fell into the hands of the Red Pirates shortly after the hull was built, and that many of the guns had not yet been installed, and that the Red Pirates were busy looting and never had time to improve it, and that the space originally designed for the guns was converted into hangars or warehouses. After all, most of the targets are just cargo ships, and even if there is an escort, they are often just small ships such as frigates, and even if a cruiser has only half of the firepower, it is completely sufficient.

Thanks to the Red Pirates' reluctance, if the ship had been fully loaded with artillery, the Redemption of Heresy might have survived the initial battle, and the fragile transport ship as the Melved Picker would have been sunk.

The hangar, which was temporarily used as a banquet hall, was a completely different world from the outside. In this huge space that can accommodate a Thunderhawk, there is a lot of people and hot air at this time, and although there are no electric lights either, the light from the piles of bonfires makes it seem like daylight. Along with the heat, there was a strong aroma of barbecue, not only mammoths, but also bison, antelope, wild boars, etc., and the huge ice cubes that were sealed in zài filled a corner of the hangar, weighing several tons, and it seemed that all the large beasts that the Sogans could handle had picked a few and sent them to the wolves to give their teeth to the sacrifice.

There were no tables or chairs, and even the Space Marines led more than two hundred mortals to sit or stand around the campfire. There were also no cooking utensils or cutlery, and some steel parts removed from the spaceship supported huge barbecue racks, and pieces of meat weighing tens of kilograms were grilled on the fire, and from time to time large drops of grease fell into the fire, and suddenly there was a high flame, and the appetite of the aroma was spread. The warriors tore the roasted meat with their hands, passing each other steel helmets or horned iron helmets filled with honey - whether they were Katachans or Fenris, these people from the Dead World liked to go into battle shirtless, and most of them were not in the habit of wearing helmets, so they could not do one for each person. Space wolves each hold an oak barrel and drink heartily, and the giant thunderwolf gnaws on a whole bison. As for the few battle nuns who attended the banquet, it was obvious that they were not suitable for this barbarian-style banquet, their helmets with integrated precision electronic machinery could not be used as cups, and they were not willing to directly raise the barrel to drink, so although the low-alcohol honey wine was not within the scope of the prohibition of the Qing rules, they also did not drink at all, but fortunately, there were mechanical slaves who made some rough plates temporarily, otherwise they would definitely not stay here.

Except for the nuns in one corner, everyone was making a loud noise. The Katakáns and Fenris boasted of their past glory in incompatible language, showing off the bits and pieces of loot they had cut off from their enemies, and speaking of excitement and the inevitable slashing of their bare arms with their fists. Whenever this happens, the others who didn't do it started to clamored and opened bets - while they didn't have any money with them, the finger bones and teeth from the aliens or the fallen were good bets. And when there are space wolves who can't help but itch their hands and want to make a comparison, it will become a disaster, these giants who have not yet taken off their armor can bring out huge movements whether they are playing wrestling or boxing, and by the way, they carry a few bonfires that crush them, and make a mess of the meat that was about to be roasted, so as a punishment for the losers, they not only have to toast the winners, but also have to be responsible for eating the charred meat.

Looking at this lively scene, I felt as if I had stepped back twenty years, back to the time when I was a young shaman of a tribe on a wild planet. At that time, we celebrated the same when there was a great harvest during the big hunts.

In the midst of this boisterous atmosphere, our admission did not alarm anyone, except for Flheim, who was far across the hall, with a slight gesture of the barrel in his hand towards me. People like psionics usually try not to be too conspicuous.

Silvia didn't allow me to pick up the contents of the barbecue, but prepared something for me to eat. Unlike the barbecued meat, which I ate by hand, I made it look like a can of soup with a thick layer of fat floating on it, and a fist-sized piece of meat in the middle. I looked closely, and saw that the black color and strange texture did not belong to any of the meat produced by Sogan, nor was it unlike any of the Empires I had ever seen.

I didn't touch the stubble-riddled tin can, even though there wasn't any heat coming out of the soup, and I knew it must be slow to dissipate heat due to the thick layer of oil. When I stabbed the piece of flesh with a bayonet, I found that its toughness and hardness were extraordinary, almost like high-strength rubber.

The toughness and firmness of the meat increases as the animal ages. Those of us who came from the wild world, after being accustomed to eating wild beasts that were often several years or even more than ten years old, when we entered the civilized world and tasted the meat of livestock raised in an industrial mode and generally less than half a year old, we were often surprised by the unprecedented tenderness and tenderness. And some boring aristocratic people, who tend to disdain the cheap and delicious meat, waste a lot of time and risk great danger to go to the wild world to play hunting, which seems to me to be really unreasonable behavior. What's so delicious about a real beast? The huge mammoth, which was more than twenty years old judging from its long teeth, every mortal present, whether it was a Katachan or a Fenris, did not bother to touch it, only the wild wolf was somewhat interested in it, the reason was simple, after removing the nose and the soles of the feet, the rest was not thick fat, then it was extremely tough and lean meat, whether it was roasted or boiled, it was a great test for human teeth.

Looking back on the winter days when I was a teenager and had to rely on mammoth jerky, I feel a little sore in my gums. The dried mammoth meat is even more terrifying than the No. 4 ration.

Therefore, any food at this banquet will not conflict with the precept of abstinence. Even the kind of barbecue that the monks ate with only salt was at least much more tender than here, after all, whether it was a bison or a wild boar, it would take at least three or five years to grow to a size that could be seen by the Space Marines. Almost ten times the age of meat animals. Seeing that those Katakan people are eating so hotly, in fact, it is not because of how delicious it is, but because it is roasted by the wild wolves themselves. It is a great honor for mortals to be able to fight side by side with wild wolves, and to be able to be distributed by wild wolves at a banquet - this is not eating, eating is simply a piece of hot and greasy medals......

A mammoth of twenty years old is already so terrifying, but compared to the mysterious meat in front of me, that mammoth meat is at least a breed that mortals can bite. And what about this piece of black meat? Although I can't tell the breed, based on my hunting experience, the source of this meat may be an animal with a lifespan of at least two hundred years - what beast can live that long?

It didn't work, so I said the question.

"This is the Kraken, Fenris's most powerful monster." In this noisy environment, Sylvia had to raise her voice, "It can grow to the size of an island, and it is said to live for thousands of years." Riemannus himself was the only one in history who had ever hunted a Kraken on his own, while the Space Wolf had to hunt a warrior with at least half a company. Even inside the space wolf, only the warriors who can best prove their bravery are qualified to eat it. ”

Although I had heard of the Kraken for a long time, it was the first time I had an intuitive impression of its power. What is the concept of a half-company space wolf? Even if this is talking about the size of the Holy Scripture Company and not the Wild Wolf's own Dalian, half of the Company is a full fifty people, fifty Space Wolves of Space Wolves...... Let's put it this way, in the battle to snatch this battleship, there were only about fifty space wolves dispatched.

Sure enough, the most precious food was enjoyed by the most powerful heroes, and such a small piece of meat might be regarded as a priceless treasure in some aristocratic societies of the Empire. However, this is not something that mortals can bite at all, right?

Now I'd rather trade this thing for a boar leg. However, this is a noble gift from a wild wolf, and it would be foolish to refuse it.

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