"Although, for now, I admit that we should be safe in the Belakan system for the time being, and that the combined naval forces and the number of battle monks in our two places can be said to be more than enough to defend this small system, considering those, huh, it is always impossible to understand that piety can save them from starvation of civilian ships and mortals. Ladies and gentlemen, the shortage of fresh water and food remains our first priority right now, followed by energy supply. ”

Ms. Lothara Salin's delicate hologram, almost life-like, appeared at one end of the conference table in the former bridge command center of the Iron Blood.

The lady, who would often harshly reprimand and physically educate her ship's passengers, eventually chose a conservative but very delicate style of hair for herself, which was rarely tied up in a low ponytail, revealing a small piece of skin at the back of her neck.

A small diamond tiara in the form of a headband was inserted at the base of the jet-black bun, and nothing else—as the captain of a Glorious Queen-class ship, her nobility allowed her to wear a small crown on such occasions - though this decoration was seen on some of the owners of the large Ronin Dynasty or the Star Whisperers of the ancient families, and the captains of the Imperial Navy would rather have a few more medals than these flashy jewels - but it was a holographic projection anyway.

So though she was still wearing the gold-trimmed stand-up collared white uniform top and her red cape that she used to wear when she was a human being, Ms. Lothara may have added a trailing pearl-white satin dress to her breeches and boots to match that tiara for the first time, which made several Iron Heart veteran company commanders frantically discuss in Nagrakali in the squad channel in horror. She also wore a wide red velvet ribbon of honor, along with several medals, which slanted across the chest of her white blouse.

Unlike his descendants, who were shocked in private, Angron Petra was serene – as he had told them when he visited his sons in the iron-blooded infirmary before, that he had "trudged through new trials that had never been seen before with the help of his brothers, raised his spirit to a higher level, and learned more about the nature of the universe and subspace on this journey." But undoubtedly when the female captain's gaze swept over the shocked crowd, the smiling gaze of the Twelfth Primordial did inspire her.

And the participants of the Iron Blood itself, the "Silver Skull", well, or rather, the "Iron Warriors" officers who have changed their livery slightly by default, such as Tess Dasadla himself, are more shocked by -

Dorne.

Well, Dorne.

Dorne the Loyalist.

Terra's Praetorian Guard Dorne.

Tall and tall Dorne.

Dressed in armor like gold in the glow, and dressed in a tweed cloak embroidered with a golden winged skull.

The seventh noble heir of the Emperor, a projection of all Astartes in the Imperial Fist, including the Roger Donne, the genetic protogenone of the Black Templars.

But this projection ...... It's so real and existential that it's hard to realize it's unreal right away.

His sleek white hair was exactly what everyone knew 10,000 years ago, and his white-blue iris was still as bright as the core of a blazing star, sweeping through everyone present with a slight smile, and his eyes were only clear, passionate, and determined, without confusion, hatred, and pain that was deeply rooted in his soul.

But what made everyone on the Iron Blood feel like they had been struck by lightning was not the sight of the original Fist of the Empire and the Terra Defense Commander appearing on their flagship.

After all, many people have already learned the terrifying power of the Imperial Fist Primordial in the Apothecary's Infirmary's offensive and defensive battles.

Rather—

That Dorn stood affectionately and visibly beyond social distance by the side of the Iron Warrior's genetic proto, "Perturabo"! Even very obediently half a position behind!

Although the two genetics did not talk verbally, but in writing, it was obvious that Roger Dorn's expression was "very happy to talk"!

"Peturabo" smiled at that Roger Dorn when he was happy!

That Rog Dorn also gave "Perturabo" a big hearty smile back!

It's horrible. There is no horror that can shake the eyes and the mind so much.

This universe is probably about to be destroyed.

If you can see this kind of thing, even if death comes, you can refuse to die.

This is the thought that all those present who have known or even witnessed the feud between the two genetic prototypes and the legion from 10,000 years ago and 10,000 years ago are taking turns to frantically emerge in their minds.

The howl of terror from the depths of the nature of the human subspace is now setting off a literal hurricane in the soul of everyone who witnesses this drastic change of extreme desecration.

A powerful electronic snort pulled back everyone's consciousness that had begun to blur.

Reliable, extraordinary, strategic, Master of "Kadomo", the Father of Genes, the body of steel where the tough steel soul resides!

How reassuring. As soon as he calmed down, he could feel his fury as he tried to hammer several of the people here into the walls of the cabin...... Familiar and reassuring.

"Alright, don't waste time, let's get started."

The Contempt fearlessly raised his antique power palm and waved his hand, and Walter, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately projected a large number of charts, statistics, consumption curves, and more onto the command table into the air above the table.

"It's all here." He waved his hand again, and the captain of the Iron Blood sent these read-only packets to everyone's interface, "All the data has finally been updated within 48 hours, which can be regarded as almost real-time." See, how do we solve the looming problem? ”

"Isn't the first batch of food that our trade envoy has gotten in transit on? It'll be there soon. ”

"When we bought the first few batches of food, we didn't anticipate the influx of such an overwhelming mortal population. No matter how efficient the food of the agricultural world is, it will not grow out of thin air and be transported in the second of it. ”

"Industrial synthetic starch? Supply rationing system? Cash-for-work? ”

"It's been implemented for a long time, and there is no need for cash-for-work in this place, but it needs extra oil and minerals."

"I mean those civilian ships ......"

"Offended, Your Highnesses, but given that a full stomach can only be considered if security is maintained, I think that priority must be given to supplying our Astarte and naval crews......"

A flurry of analysis and controversy, hypotheses and proofs, and covert struggles for distribution and supplies, Dorne could not speak, but the floating cursors in his eyes and the constantly updated computational models in the projections showed that he was not idle at all.

Angelon coughed lightly.

"My brothers, will you listen to me?" The Supreme Tyrant of Nukaria inserted their topic in a soft tone.

"I don't see why we're going to go to great lengths here to think about how to save and distribute, because I happen to have some different ideas, and maybe I can say them for you to refer to and compare with other options."

"Well, maybe we should listen to the wisdom of our brothers who have been fighting in the vast galaxy for 10,000 years."

Everyone stopped arguing and turned their gaze to the Twelfth Primordial.

(End of chapter)