The orc war was slightly longer than the Imperial Navy had imagined, but it was not far from what was expected, but they had done a good job, allowing the Empire to rest for a while, the war burned the entire starry sky, never stopped, and those orcs completely disappeared from the void, to be precise, scattered and fled.

They will become the great enemies of mankind, and in a few hundred years, there will be war leaders who will lead them to the stars and seas, and then they will appear in front of mankind again, tirelessly staging war farces again and again.

That's what their goal is, to bury the genes, go deep into the bone marrow, and remain unchanged for 10,000 years.

Rather than sighing, the Red Pirates' troops were advancing again, the faint red dots appeared on the birds, the drumbeat of war was once again joyful, and no one on the Iron Gate could enjoy that feeling, but the war had nothing to do with the Skadian at the moment.

They had just finished their war with the orcs and it would take time for the Bordero to be repaired, so they rested in their camp area, where the Letherings boiled their special cod soup, which was deliciously sweet.

He wasn't a traditional Letterin, but his ancestor's talent hadn't been discarded, and his cooking skills were buried in his heart, and even after being brought to the Casting World and read through millennia, he remained stable.

The lieutenant ate his dinner, bored fiddling with the cold metal on the table, and was rarely quiet when he didn't join the war, but everyone needed to rest.

Meals, and then exaggerated sleep, the interior of the Poldero's cabin was full of sleeping people, others either ate or ate just to sleep, the war was too urgent, and the high-intensity battleship battles were hours of bullets and mechanical roars, trembling.

In that case, if the soldier is still asleep... Oh, except for the Skadi veterans, who had been in the orc wars and were familiar with them for a long time, and it was wrong for them to sleep too quietly.

This is both good and tragic, the symptoms of PTSD are almost unavoidable, and it is not difficult to imagine that when they retire, they may not be accustomed to peace.

The good news is that there are so many places in the empire that it's easy for them not to stop... Until he died for the emperor, therefore, the PTSD may not exist, they are always at wartime, and those madness are alert and prescient, because the enemy has always existed.

Amset is better than snake wild wine, the taste is also rich, and this thing is very unique, it tastes different depending on the origin, in fact, the distilled spirit made from genetically modified wheat is also called Amset, and so is genetically modified corn.

The difference in taste between them may be that of vodka and liquor, but at the end of the 40th millennium, humanity can no longer control this.

War makes a lot of things worse, just a few decades can make a dynasty chaotic, what can not be bad when a hundred years of war can go down in history, and now humanity has to face tens of thousands of years of war?

When the wine was only one indicator of drunkenness, it was not a moment before Skady finally came out of the war.

Alan Baier stirred the cream-colored fish soup, he was one of the few guys who could sleep inside the battleship, just a few hours of sleep could make him much stronger than others, but this is also a curse, how can people who live in war be healthy, but in this era, the entire empire is not healthy.

The staff officer sat down in front of him and took out his private collection, a few good portions of jerky, dried fruits, etc., suitable for this unusually quiet day.

"No more wars, emperor bless, I didn't expect to have a few days of rest in such a war."

"Give me some too, I'll exchange it for jerky."

Alan Bair said. "It's a pity, it's not the norm, if only the enemy were willing to give us a holiday."

The two of them smiled bitterly, it was a luxury for them to survive, eating the bags of dried meat, as if the war was far away at the moment.

Maintaining firearms, preparing weapons, training to shoot, people dedicate their lives to war, and today is like a special day, and there are people who smell the smell of jerky.

The young man was also the elite of the Skady Regiment, and he, the second lieutenant of the Skady people, picked up a piece of jerky from scratch. "What's good to eat here?"

Alan Bair said. "What kind of good thing is this, if we can't find what we want to eat in Karui City?"

"This is not as good as fish soup, but the main meal is too little, don't eat it, let's have some Amset."

The second lieutenant took his own water bottle and took it, to be honest, the quality of Amset that can be sent on the battlefield depends on the will of God, generally speaking, as long as the 11 tax is the best, it can be maintained in the future war of hundreds of warships and tens of millions of people, and the consumption may be astronomical.

The fuel used to transport a single drop of liquor has surpassed the liquor itself, and in order to sustain the huge demand, this thing has become more random, yellow, almost beer-like low-strength distilled spirit, yellow is just a matter of preservation...

It's definitely not a good thing, but it's also the status quo of most of the Imperial Guard's supplies today, and such rotten things are still the personal supplies granted to officers by the Ministry of Military Affairs, in other words, the big soldiers below can't drink it, at least they have to be colonel-level to eat such a "yellow soup".

The second lieutenant takes a sip of wine and a mouthful of dried meat but doesn't care, a normal person can do it in front of his superiors and superiors, it is already a matter of courage, but he can follow the good wine and meat without changing his face, which is also one of the few charms of this guy.

If the Skadi Regiment didn't have this living treasure, life would have been much harder...

It's just that suddenly, the staff officer jerked up, and then asked with a red face. "What's wrong with you and Captain Kelis Arcade."

The second lieutenant blushed instantly. "It's... That one... Family... Hmm~"

Alan Baier scolded. "Twist and pinch, the face of the previous one, just as you drink my stuff in return, come on."

"Here's... Boss, do you think my business is just snacks? The second lieutenant was a little dissatisfied, but Alan Baier just replied. I don't know how many times I've died. ”

"Let's talk about it, there aren't many good things like this in our group..."

The second lieutenant blushed and gulped the alcohol, as a member of the Imperial Guard, not to mention the little bit of horse pee, even if the hormones hit him, he could calmly fight with the alien bayonet, but sometimes the feeling of being chased by people is just a groggy feeling, and alcohol is just an excuse, a lame excuse.

"I'm going to wait until the war in the universe is over..."

Alan Bair pressed against his mouth. "Unlucky, tell me, bah blah."

The second lieutenant's face was suffocated. "What's unlucky?!" He only felt that the wine was all awake and his mood was bad, but Alan Baier still looked at him seriously.

"Okay... The boss says yes. ”

tacitly, but the lieutenant colonel and the chief of staff are actually clear, and they are quite expecting this pair to be successful, but after this meat grinding battle, how many people will be alive?

Such doubts are also common in the Imperial Guard, and if you can drink and talk one day, you may die tomorrow, and the smoke of war will burn everything, and it will not care if you know that person or not.

The same was true of Lieutenant General Makato, who looked at the signal on the bird chart and sighed.

"About 100, all of them are firepower-shaped..."

The adjutant replied. "Messenger-class Titanium destroyers are dominant, they don't have torpedoes, they are replaced by powerful railguns."

"It is also expected that there will also be a defensive array of Shangjia-class light cruisers and Valian-class cruisers."

Makato pondered for a moment. "Does this size alone require our entire fleet to enter the battle?"

"War really won't always be easy, how long can the orcs hinder them?"

"Those noseless blue-skinned pirates are attacking those orcs, they can't stay any longer."

Makato smiled wryly. "I didn't expect them to keep saying that they were kind to the superiors, but there were still so many pirate troops."

"There is still some time, before those greenskins are finished, activate all the defenses of the Iron Gate, and we will have to fight a defensive battle."

The other commanders would also agree that delaying time is more important at the moment, and this idea is also true for the Aliens, as the Noseless on the "merchant ships" have found allies while the Red Pirates give the order to invade and crush.

Unlike the normal situation where the troops are driven by titanium, this group of titanium has abandoned the clan, that is, the genes of the hybrid, fire, water, earth, and qi have all gathered, but they still maintain a considerable part of the division of labor, and with the help of basic high medical level and genetic screening, the overall level of this group of titanium pirates is still not inferior to the regular army.

After all, the average lifespan of the Titanium Clan is only 40-50 years, which makes them care more about inheritance than humans, and this group of pirates is not a rogue, just a force deliberately sent out during the great expansion of Titanium.

In the past few hundred years, the expansion of titanium to the extreme star field has never stopped, and in a very fast time, a lot of titanium has come to the core of this galaxy, to be precise, it should be the core of the extreme star field.

The darkness of this world was displayed in front of them, and the distance between the Shangshan Dao and the Aether made them have to huddle together to keep warm, how far away it was for hundreds of years to hunt humans, not to mention the titanium whose average age was less than that of humans.

At this moment, this fleet is composed of four large business alliances, four leaders, four flagships, and four attitudes, relying on dialectical thinking and evidence collection, seeking truth from facts in this dark universe.

Although it was not the intention of this group of "explorers" to join this expedition, they also urgently needed the knowledge that the Red Pirates had promised them about the universe and the tens of thousands of years of knowledge of the human empire.

In fact, Titanium definitely does not have the ignorance and ignorance that most of the Imperial people imagine, and their high-level relies on the wisdom of this group of explorers, some of them plunder, some of them investigate the situation, and some of them are traded.

Aether not only knows what psionic power is, but even knows the history of the human empire better than many humans, but they don't know the story of the Great Expedition far back to the time before it.

However, how could they not know the threat of AI, but those things are still needed in today's titanium empire, without the precision engineering and lathe assistance of computers, the best Tu clan engineers will instantly regress the technological level of hundreds of years, and they are no different from the technological priests of the empire, relying on more brutal means to build engines.

And in their flagship, the only large cruiser of the master class, electronic virtual images appeared in the conference room, and four older Titans (with "pebble" marks on their cheeks) "face to face" each other.

"The orcs lost, they fought beautifully, and I have to admit that the commander of the imperial humans is quite powerful." The man who opened his mouth was a bit like the Fire Clan, but his clothes also had the style of the Water Clan.

"I agree, considering that we still have a lot of human allies, I actually think we can spread the good word to the humans here." The person who answered was a female titanium, quite old, but like Tushi.

"No, the Imperial Guard here is simple-willed and powerful, Vengar has suffered losses, the planetary engine called the Ark of Evil Omen is nowhere to be found, our troops are still mainly messenger-level, and it is difficult to ensure that propaganda is won at the same time."

"Don't forget, we can't return to our home world, our bloodlines are in chaos, and it's our mission to deliver a message to the Aether to our hometown."

"Don't put the cart before the horse!"

Silence, no matter how much they maintain the style of the titanium family, now they are just outcasts, but for the dream of titanium can swim in the sea of stars, no matter how difficult it is, they will do it.

Whether it's the complex alien technology or the secrets of the weird Void Universe, they don't hesitate, in this regard, titanium is extremely similar to the humans of the Dark Ages, if the emperor can see this group of strange creatures, maybe he will also ally with them.

First, titanium is one of the few aliens that did not betray humanity 20,000 years ago and entered the main stage of the galaxy.

Second, the similarity between human beings and titanium is at least the same, especially in the similarity between the desire to explore and materialism.

Thirdly, the truth of the empire is similar to the way of the supreme good, and perhaps the emperor will treat the wise aether better than the mechanics or even his sons, Luojia, and Magnus.

But even so, today's human beings are extreme and crazy, dying, like beasts returning to the light, but Ti is full of curiosity, and even more greedy in terms of desire.

Without the possibility of a meeting between the Emperor and a powerful leader like the Aether, it would be impossible for humanity to get allies again in this era.

War is part of fate, at least the Chaos gods love this drama, and the Titans can feel the pressure on them to challenge the Iron Gate at the moment.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing noise, which is rarely the case with a device that titanium prides itself on. "What?"

"Our equipment is disrupted, my lords..."

Restlessness, confusion, was quickly replaced by orderliness, the Tushi engineer shouted. "There's an external signal!"

Moments later, a tall, white, richly smoky face was pressed to the four executives.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Spirit Alliance~ We both work for the Red Pirates, aren't we?"

"Let it be so," his voice was sharp, tall, unpleasant, terrible, clipper!

The eldest of the four scolded directly. "What you have done has allowed the Supreme Good Way to pull you into the diplomatic blacklist!"

You must know that the only races that can be pulled into the diplomatic blacklist by titanium are bugs, orcs, and the three bull ghosts and snake gods of the dark spirit race!

But the other side said. "I'll help you lay down this huge piece of iron, we need something else that the Red Pirates promised, and you too, don't you?"

Silence, they do need it, and there is no conflict with the Spirit Clan at present, although there are historical contradictions, but the Titanium Clan is not so inflexible.

Of course, it may also be that they were not stabbed in the back enough, but weighing the pros and cons, the Elves can help them get what they need, and even the large amount of information provided by the Red Pirates can allow them to cross the river by touching the Empire...

They need the first 20,000 years of human civilization!

After groaning, the four replied. "We agree..."

Then, the shrivelled, unpleasant, almost eardrum-piercing laughter echoed and reverberated until the hall was completely dark.

(End of chapter)