With the smell of promethium and the sheer size of the fishing boats on the shore, Skadi IV had recently started fishing on his own, and the lieutenant colonel, wearing that unchanging military uniform, leaned against the shore to roast those catches, the fangfish, a carnivorous fish, unsuitable for farming, but titanium had apparently genetically modified them to control their murderous habits and increase their energy conversion rate.

Nowadays, it is covered with pitch-black scales and has a large size that tastes like a black fish with a large piece of meat like tuna, so it is not only delicious but also has a good texture.

The only question is that Alan Baier has to complain, whether it is a fanged fish or a golomon, why do the interstellar races in this universe grab irritable things as food?

When humans were still in Terra, the requirements for the cultivated economic animals were to be mild, herbivorous, and gregarious, but as a result, both the empire and titanium were left to live in groups...

It's just that when he cuts off a piece of fish and eats it, all of that stuff disappears, and the fish bones can be used to make soup stock to cook noodles, and during the time he was stationed in this world, he gained a lot of weight for about a week (because the stars and rotations are different, it is difficult to determine the exact Terra standard day).

"What a gift from the emperor." Alan Baier said, cutting off a piece of fish and distributing it to the toiling soldiers who had just arrived on the shore. "That's right, we need to fish twice to fill the entire battleship."

Those live fish are caught by the gravitational nets of the Titanium, and a single swim can feed tens of thousands of people for a month, and there are hundreds of such fishing boats.

It's hard to imagine how those fish managed not to go extinct, and the ecological chain designed by the titanium people for this world is absolutely deformed, the modified planetary soil continuously provides only one kind of cyanobacteria energy, and the heat of the stars is also absorbed by them.

Then the small arthropods, like sea spiders, will eat the cyanobacteria, a half-centimeter but a quick life and death, as an energy conversion class.

Then, with the help of drones, the spiders are captured and then spread out on the surface of the sea in calculated numbers, relying on the observed number of toothfish to be discharged.

So even without titanium to eat fish, the ocean can still maintain a normal environment for hundreds of years, even if there are only three organisms in this environment.

But titanium is only 7,000 years old, they dare to do this genetic tampering, maybe one day they will eat the consequences, but this sentence is too much, whether it is AI or the trust in aliens, sooner or later they will eat the consequences.

And the agricultural world of the empire, which has moved mountains and reclaimed the sea to create planet-level farmland, and cultivated mutant corn with stinking fertilizer that is strong enough to corrode metal to the height of trees, doesn't seem to be much better, at least the world of titanium can still live in.

"Fill it up, fill it all up, the empire's colonial ships God knows how many years it will take to reach it, don't let this group of drones start starving the toothfish, the wasted meat might as well be recycled by us."

Alan Baier sprinkled the seasoning of the Ministry of War on the fish, salty, sour, and full of vitamins, and he could eat it like this for an entire year of Terra until he vomited when he smelled it.

"How long is it before the Commander-in-Chief arrives, let our makeshift cooking squad show them the flavors of Skadi."

The chief replied. "It's coming in the afternoon, and do you mean canned baked beans or synthetic starch fish cutlet?"

Alan Baier frowned. "Wait, none of us have anything to eat, why does our food sound like an English lunch."

The chief asked. "What is the British?"

Alan Bair back. "It is a group of people who think of themselves as beacons of the stars, but they are obsessed with their own world after being beaten by the changes of the times, and they become unenterprising, studying their own culture and so-called etiquette all day long, but the world is changing every day, and in the end, their only honor is to look at the ruins left by the empire they once built."

The prefect said. "Sounds like a spirit."

Alan Bair said. "Almost, they're still short of pointy ears and a long lifespan, but they're close in arrogance and stupidity."

"In general, our cooking class is a bunch of garbage, isn't it?"

The chief nodded. "I'd recommend hiring a few Stirlings, but we don't have that at the moment."

Alan Bair said. "I'll come."

The chief asked. "What?"

Alan Bair said. "As long as we don't control the heat, relying on the knife work that I can give to the heretics and the ingredients of this world, we will definitely be able to complete the afternoon hospitality."

The Commander wasn't sure, but he didn't think there would be any worse food in this case, after all, Skadi's 4th Regiment's concept of food was that canned food equaled delicious food, and everyday food equaled starch lumps.

Alan Baier picked up his military uniform, used the boiled fish bone broth as a base, marinated a few slices of sharp tooth fish with starch and Amset, and then put it in the large helmet used by the Oglins who had made a mistake before the military department, lit a fire under the helmet, and put in the homemade sauerkraut of the fourth regiment of Skadi and dozens of seasonings and spices.

After a while, the aroma was overflowing, and then the fish fillet was put into the pot, and a hardcore imperial style sauerkraut fish came out, and then Alan Baier took out the rice stored by the titanium clan, or it should be a rice thing, and then poured water, and then poured the canned Golomon into it, added a spoonful of salt and black pepper to taste, stirred, cooked the rice, and the "claypot rice" was also ready.

It looked and tasted good, and the commander and the officers nodded their heads repeatedly, and unanimously asked that such food be included in the recipe of the fourth regiment of Skadi, but in any case, in this dark 40th millennium, it was naturally very rare to have such food.

In the afternoon, the flagship of the Imperial Guard arrived as scheduled, and Commander-in-Chief Qi Fan calmly walked down under the siege of the storm troops, breathing in the sea breeze and graceful environment of this world, but noticing the strange aroma.

"Donali, what do you think it tastes like?" Qi Fan asked the person next to him, and the man with a loyal, rigid, wounded cheek, and a gorgeous set of clothes, may be a nobleman, but those who are familiar with Qi Fan must know him, he is a high-ranking diplomat of the Empire, Donali.

It's incredible, but the Empire does have this position, but Alan Bair thinks that diplomats are all imaginary, and the people who really maintain the almost friendly feelings between humans and aliens are obviously the prodigy.

Donali replied with a sniff. "A hint of Titan style, with Imperial seasonings, and Gutera cooking methods with..."

"I'm not so sure, but it's kind of... Dandruff of the Oglien? ”

Qi Fan replied. "Anyway, it's so fragrant, I might be worth it."

The sound of military shoes echoed in Starport, and it was not easy to convert such a ruin into a place large enough to receive high-ranking officials of the Astral Army in a matter of days, so Alan Bair chose the best decoration he could find.

A heap of titanium-honored combat suits and chitin shells of the Gene Stealer that have been shed, still bearing traces of Imperial bombs and cuts from single-molecule chainsaw blades.

And the conference room here has a special style, after all, there are basically no good buildings in Starport, so the Astral Army directly transformed the crater, and the huge crater blown out by the Rainbow missile truck, which was dozens of meters deep, and then covered it with ladders and sandbags common in trenches, and pulled up the cover shed.

To describe it accurately, the command room... Even in the dining room below, there are beds and a cluttered radio station with a matching promethium generator, and the smell of promethium and food fills the air, as well as the smell of earth and gunpowder.

"It's beautiful~ Donali, this is the best decoration I've seen in this time, the most loyal, especially this ruin-like trench, which makes me feel like I'm eating on the battlefield."

Donali replied. "My lord, this seems to be a real ruin."

As an Imperial diplomat, he was clearly not very accustomed to the style of the Imperial Guard, and he could not understand how my "big eyes" in combat uniform could eat when they looked at him?

Alan Baier sat on the other side of the table at the Izakaya of the Nati tribe, boiling oden made with dashi and kombu and hot sake.

"Two distinguished guests, do you want to see the biggest actor of our dinner together?"

Qi Fan came interested. "Of course."

Alan Bair said. "Ensign, pull up!"

After a roar, a sentry pulled the massive three-man cage, and the blue-skinned genestealer, who had been modified by the control chip and lobotomizing the brain, roared and looked around, drooling and ticking its long, disgusting tongue.

And its location happened to be in front of the observation hole in the command room, so that the imperial officers here couldn't help but want to shout, fire freely, and kill the alien!

Qi Fan asked. "It's beautiful, how many aliens can it kill?"

Alan Bair replied. "The permanent population of this world before was 12 billion, and after six hours of war, only 100,000 people survived."

Qi Fan couldn't help but snap his fingers. "You've got a Titan for the Imperial Guard."

Alan Bair bowed shallowly. "It's natural, it's all for the Empire, and then, sir, show the list to the adults."

The commander handed over the list of supplies in an orderly manner, and the commander-in-chief was in a good mood at the moment, drinking sake, eating radish and sauerkraut fish, and coming to some claypot rice from time to time.

"Yes, you can do it, but you also asked for a star map? Are you leaving the Bay of Damocles? You must know that your temporary military ranks are all hanging with Kane. ”

"Actually, if I want to, you can enlist in the Bay of Damocles."

Alan Bair's hairs stood up and enlisted in the Gulf of Damocles? What should I do if the insects come, titanium is still easy to fight, the insects are really a natural disaster, and we can't be blessed.

"No, no, no, my lord, you know, the War Department will not tolerate a sudden increase in supply requirements."

Qi Fan sighed. "Those pot-bellied useless people who hide behind and point fingers at the men and women of the Empire as they fight hard, I know, even if I can settle your identity, I can't get them to reduce your supplies."

Alan Baier nodded. "And we've always been Skadians, our hometown is near the Maelstrom, you know, that's not a good place, our failure may have led to the fall of the Imperial World, but..."

"You understand that the soul and honor of my dead companions can only be calmed and restored in my hometown, and if we can't return to our posts, the God Emperor won't forgive me."

Qi Fan raised his glass. "To his old man and to all his saints, for the emblem of the double eagle, singing praises to all the ages, only..."

Alan Bair replied. "Only war, only victory, we are the hammer of the empire." This is a hymn in the manual of the Ministry of Military Affairs, a classic that even Katachang will recite a few words, and it is also the persistence of the Astral Army for a lifetime, Commander-in-Chief Qi Fan nodded weakly, and pressed his own chapter on the thick supply list.

No one can stop the emperor's followers and the imperial guards who are full of will, and no one can stay out of the situation when thousands of worlds are being displaced by countless chaos and crises, Qi Fan understands that the team in front of him is strong, resolute, and intelligent, and the empire needs them to cross itself, so he announced that they are coming.

If this return expedition is destined to start in the Bay of Damocles and end in the maelstrom, then they must be needed by the countless Imperial subjects in the Extreme Star Fields on the way.

Qi Fan said earnestly. "Brave Emperor Believer, Commander of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi, Officer of the Empire, you must understand that if you leave Damorix Bay, what you will face will probably not be easy for you."

"According to the identity of the commander, I would like you to stay, although I can't let you be promoted in a short time, because of the relationship between the Ministry of Military Affairs, but I can still give you the ability to command the battle group, and the right equivalent to the imperial general."

"If you leave the Bay of Damocles, you will be alone in this dark universe, the evil subspace, the fallen traitors, the disgusting aliens, and all the big and small, dehumanizing."

"Even so, do you still have to move forward?"

Alan Baier shook his head. "I'm not alone, my lord, the 4th Skady Regiment, the 113th Regiment of Forlacia are with me, I'm glad you can value me so much, but there are too many places where the Empire needs the Imperial Guard."

"In this universe, humanity is dying all the time, and I am destined to protect the star sector that gave birth to me, and I have left a lot of memories in the world where I first served, and my old companion is still there."

"You know, after the first war that you remember, the rest of the officers parted ways with you, and you can only drink with me now... Oh, forgive my passover. ”

Qi Fan smiled. "You're right, but I'm not alone, I was given the soldiers to be thrown to Starport, and I'm leaving, and Kane's guy is surrounded by enemies again."

Alan Baier asked. "Behemoth's fleet?"

Qi Fan nodded. "According to Titanium's report, the entire main fleet has stopped in the Casting World, are they going to eat metal?"

Alan Bair said. "Is it possible that Chief Kane is emitting psychic energy that attracts bugs, and he's a gene stealer?"

Qi Fanmu took it. "I'll try to check him up..."

Oh, he's convinced, hapless Kane, wait to go to the Inquisition.

As Commander-in-Chief Zivan left, the commander asked as he watched the supplies being docked into the Portero. "What do we do next? Head? ”

Alan Bair said. "Go home and tear all the enemies of the empire to shreds on the way."

He turned on the communicator. "The 4th Regiment of Skadi, the 113th Regiment of Foraxia, we have to start our own expedition, codename, return expedition, for the emperor!"

There were about 20 companies in the communicator, and thousands of officers answered in unison. "Yes, sir, for the emperor's sake!"

I am equal to the other countries mentioned in this content, and all the remarks of the other human associations are in characterization, and I have no selfish goods, and I maintain as much as possible and friendly personal opinions about any large human group in this world.

PS: The Spirit Race is an alien, so I will continue to persecute it.

And whether I have any prejudice against a race can depend on whether I use it or it to distinguish ()

(End of chapter)