Dimiurgo, the name of the abandoned dockyard, Lieutenant Colonel looked at the tablet in his hand, which described the tragic experience of this thing that once belonged to the Empire, and in the millennia that she still stood in the Void, the platform had been hit countless times, but it was the offensive and defensive battles with the Titan that had killed her.

Titanium destroyed the Imperial Guard's soldiers stationed on the platform with overwhelming firepower, but when Titanium's ground forces approached and planned to take the place, the Xenomorphs found themselves underestimating the Imperial Guard's courage and determination to sacrifice.

The loyalists detonated the bomb, destroying most of the Imperial technology, cover, and weapons on the platform, so that the Titan suffered heavy losses while ensuring that the platform would not become a firepower springboard for a short time, and the war lasted for a long time.

This is the place where people sigh, the place that was once guarded by loyal soldiers has now become the place where peace is negotiated, and in the transport plane, Alan Baier can't help but look at the people around him.

Cuadravidia's planetary governor, a pot-bellied imperial nobleman, one eye, mechanical right hand, through those fat meats, the roar of the server in his stomach is constant, and it may have been almost replaced inside.

Commander of the Imperial Navy fleet in the Bay of Damocles, Admiral, Techno-Sage of the Imperial Navy's flagship, Mechon, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard, Zivan, and the great hero Kane Staff Officer.

Now it seems that he is the lowest status in this group, an Astral Military Academy-level officer, a young man who barely stepped into the power field, the equivalent of a wolf falling into a lions pack, and he is still the only guy wearing a bulletproof helmet.

The landing of the transport plane brought that uncomfortable trembling, the sizzle of the air valve opening on the platform and the sound of the mechanical piston gear turning, when the transport plane opened, the hangar was ridiculously large, and the visual inspection could be calculated in kilometers, and except for a few titanium transport planes and fighters, there was nothing, making such a sense of immensity and dead silence even more obvious.

There were only a small number of Tu Clan personnel wearing combat uniforms carrying things up and down, and the first feeling of Elan Baier when he came here was cold, and the void of the vacuum was far away from the light and heat of the stars, which made Ai Lan Baier instantly recall his hometown of Skadi.

He exhaled hot air, a little nostalgic for such an environmental reaction, after all, there was no such cold in Gondelwa VI.

Staff Officer Kane gestured to the nearby soldiers, and the soldiers saluted in response, but Alan Baier could read his heart, such as estimating the safety factor here.

Although he knew that the danger of a fierce conflict before they got there was slim, that the veteran Stormtroopers assigned to Zifan's personal guard were well-trained and combat-ready, and that the Titan rarely broke the treaty head-on, it was Kane who feared such things, and Kane was Kane.

If his soul can live forever, then if his personality can be changed, it will probably take time for the universe to die.

As the group moved forward, Alan Baier couldn't help but notice the strangeness of the Titanium architecture, such as the completely different polymers of the heavy pitch-black metal buildings of the Empire, the smooth walls that resembled plastic but were very strong, and the strip electric light that made Alan Baier feel like a world away.

Entering the titanium building, the temperature began to rise, and it was soon time to adapt to the livable temperature.

"Are you Kane's staff officer and the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard, Commander-in-Chief Qi Fan?" A young humanoid woman in a pale gray robe was waiting for Kane, a carefully woven strand of scalp. (A scalp dreadlock, a lock of hair left by American Indians on the top of a shaved head, was seen as a sign of a challenge to the enemy.) ）

Half hanging on the back. If there's anything special about it, it's that the contrast between her exterior and the interior around her is unsettling. "Other Titanium Empire representatives are currently waiting for you in the conference room."

Although her language was still a little slurred with the characteristics of the Titans, on the whole, the man's Gothic language was excellent.

Staff Officer Kane stood tall and nodded, as if he were the master of the place. "I still need to apologize for being late."

The politeness of the staff officers was already quite surprising, after all, most of the inhabitants of the Empire, especially the Imperial Guard, had a bad attitude towards traitors, but it was clear that the Commander-in-Chief and Alan Baier were not among them.

Alan Bair's looking gaze made the woman in front of him look sideways, and the staff officer raised his hand. "Let me introduce you to you, he is the commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Baier."

The woman looked at him as if it was furniture, a vase, a foil or something, but Alan Baier didn't care, after all, on the battlefield, he would solve such a traitor himself.

"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Colonel." Alan Bair was sure that the woman had completely failed to remember his name.

"Hello, may I ask your name?" Alan Baier asked rhetorically.

The woman replied. "Au'Rees. Fred, Titanium Empire's External Coordinator. ”

"Interesting names, titanium's surnames and imperial names?" Staff Officer Kane asked.

"O" Rees. Fred replied. "In my hometown, names like this are everywhere."

"Where is my hometown?" Kane struggled not to make his questioning sound like he was going to carry out virus bombing there.

It was clear that the time for her homeland to be liberated had long since passed, and heresy had taken root in the hearts of all the inhabitants, and Alan Bair did not know if such a world would ever return to the arms of the Emperor.

"Ka' Lai' As," she said, realizing that I had no idea about the name at all. "Our ancestors called it Dawnholm."

Alan Baier is not a local, although Commander-in-Chief Zifan only listened to the conversation between Titanium and Kane, but after being stationed here for a while, he has already figured out the situation in the Bay of Damocles, and has also carefully discovered the lieutenant colonel's incomprehension.

Commander-in-Chief Zivan explained to Alan Baier. "This is an imperial world that was annexed by the Titan as a result of the Damocles expedition, and it has gone through two hundred and fifty standard terra years."

"I still don't have much of an impression of the world." Kane bluntly commented that after all, the empire is vast, and there are dozens of worlds in Damorix Bay that have been swallowed up by titanium.

"After all, the human empire is vast." She didn't get angry, just calmly responded, but it caused all the humans here to smile genuinely for the first time since they met.

Everyone thought that most of the inhabitants of the Titanium Empire must not know how insignificant the territory they occupied compared to the empire's sheer size, otherwise they would not have dared to challenge us in the first place.

When I continued to move forward in such a pleasant atmosphere, I walked dozens of meters to the front of the door, in front of the door of the conference room, the text of the titanium tribe is different from the imperial Gothic text is complex letters, but the familiar Japanese mix and match square words of Alan Baier, the feeling of katakana and kanji, seems to have come to the Japanese cyberpunk world.

But that didn't make him feel warm or nostalgic, after all, everything here always revealed an unaccustomed alien feeling.

The room, which O'Rees called the conference room, was unlike the one that Alan Bair had ever walked into.

Of course, he recognized some of them, such as holograms hanging in the air and emitting a soft glow, but it showed very clear content, unlike the imperial gadgets he had seen in the past that were always shaking, and the edges of the images formed perfect spheres, not spreading into a hazy mass.

Without the Empire's jumble of cables and optical wiring and the technical priest responsible for debugging it, it took Alan Baier a moment to find the projection equipment among the other mechanics in the room.

It was too clean for him to get used to, after all, whether it was on the battleship Poldello or in the other command rooms or conference rooms of the Empire, the clutter of things, wires, and vague star maps was different from complex signals and the crew or communicators shouting that there was an attack all day long, and there were not many people in charge of processing information.

It was a little ridiculous for him to have to constantly tweak, grease and occasionally use reverent kicks to keep the holographic projectors he was accustomed to.

Next, flat and smooth devices were mounted at an angle to the circular podium, with glowing runes flickering in an almost random manner.

But what impressed Alan Bair the most was that there were no tables or benches, no huge tables in the Imperial Room for star maps or strategy maps, just flat equipment on the floor, and seats...

The cushion is the kind of damn cushion that is very sunny, the high-ranking officials of the Water Clan and the hostage Feng Clan, who were once kidnapped by Alan Baier, they have changed into brand new robes, which is the feeling of a kimono, which is different from the gorgeous aristocratic costumes of the Empire, and it looks easy to wrestle.

It's full of intricate symbols of flowers and things, and there are also clan coats of arms, but overall it's a pretty good aesthetic.

There were four other unknown members of the Titanium Clan who had "sitting" there, and Alan Bair recalled what this long-sealed word was called... Yes, in the right seat!

It's just abnormally pressing your thighs on your calves and rolling them up like a quilt...

In order to ensure fairness, such a seat is six on the left, six on the right, six humans, six titanium, and the staff officer takes the lead, and sits down uncomfortably, and then he slides down unsurprisingly, and is made to all fours.

Commander-in-Chief Qi Fan and the Mechanic Sect had no problem sitting down, the former was probably trained or dealt with titanium, and the latter didn't have normal human thighs at all.

Qi Fan also joked. After you get used to it, this thing is still very comfortable to sit on. ”

In the end, the Planetary Governor, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, Admiral, and Kane could only sit cross-legged, looking very out of place, and when two-thirds of the people here were seated upright and only you were cross-legged, it felt like you were rebellious.

Even so, Alan Baier quickly felt his leg go numb... And the military boots were not suitable for sitting like this at all, and the dust stained the hem of his trousers in a gray color.

And this embarrassment also made those Ti show a rather contemptuous expression towards them, the high-ranking official of the Water Clan paddled the slab, but compared to the Empire's tactical slab, it was thin and flat, and the Empire's thing was basically a big brick, and the picture was not clear.

The next few unnamed races brought tea to the meeting, which were slender and beautiful according to the aesthetics of humans and titanium, like dolls made of crystal, but there was no doubt that they had the texture of flesh, had no facial features, and were not silicon-based creatures, revealing a strange blue color in the light.

Regarding the enslavement of aliens, the top of the empire is well aware of the situation of the Titanium Clan, and even many people think that they will encounter the betrayal experienced in human legends, of course, the Dark Ages have completely turned into legends, and probably only the Spirit Clan still has a clear record.

And compared to those beautiful transparent dancing girls, the tea here makes everyone more excited. "Tanner tea?!" Kane lifted his teacup, took a sip, and let out a comfortable snort.

A senior titanium official said. "We have a record of your liking for such a special drink, so we arranged it." He reached out and shook hands with Staff Kane, but Kane didn't look good.

"Al Hasay." He said the name of the titanium and commented. "I didn't expect you to be so healthy." The lifespan of the Titanium is only about 60-70, in fact, Kane's memory of this Titanium has been 60 years since he met him, and he (Kane) was almost killed by him last time.

"Each other, each other." Al Hasayi responded politely, gently squeezing the hand that Staff Officer Kane had handed him over, and that cautious look made Kane notice that he remembered that his modified fingers were very lethal.

"Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief." Al Hasayi continued without pause. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"There's no doubt about it." Qi Fan bowed his head politely, but there was obvious impatience between his eyebrows. "I'm looking forward to what you're going to say."

Obviously, although the etiquette of titanium is well done, the Empire is pragmatic, especially the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, who are often racing against the clock against the endless wars and have no time to play with the titanium.

Compared to this, Alan Baier picked up Tanner tea and tasted the unique taste, after all, he drank the moldy goods of his regimental staff, and then he felt a punch in the nose...

Like Assam or something, it was brewed 50 times stronger, and a lot of coffee was added, and it was so bitter that it made people's faces distorted, and it was so fragrant that it choked the throat, and even made Alan Baier feel that the tea was solid...

It turns out that it is not because it is moldy...

The high-ranking officials of the Water Clan were a little dissatisfied when they looked at Alan Baier's appearance of making a "grimace" after drinking tea, but they still picked up the tablet. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the end of this long time, let's see why you want to stay here."

Later, when an image appeared on the holographic projection, the expression on the commander-in-chief's face changed. "O Emperor Almighty!"

"And all the saints of his old man!" Kane added emotionally.

The image was clear, and it depicted horrors as if we were in the same room at this time, but if that were the case, the room would have to be larger than the entire orbital dockyard.

The scaly skin, thicker than the armor of a battleship, has a large number of craters left by the fire of ineffective weapons, and the owner of this huge "armor" is sailing out of deep space and approaching us, and from our perspective at this time, it looks like a spinning biosatellite.

Beyond the horizon of this chitin "planet", other terrifying creatures of the same kind are swimming in space, surrounded by clouds of countless small creatures.

"A Tyranid fleet!" Qi Fan raised his voice so that everyone in the room could hear it clearly. But there was a sudden gasp, whispering, and a ruffle of muffled prayers to the emperor in the delegation...

I can only find one sentence about the description of the taste of Tanner tea.

"The political commissar commented that it was clear and elegant, but I don't think anyone would describe the Imperial Poison Blade as small and cute, right?"

Off topic; As for the pious kick, this is mentioned in the content of the Shangshang Good Way in the commissar of Kane, and by the way, I will shake it when my computer is stuck, and it will usually not be stuck.

(End of chapter)