Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 97 Dinner Leaving Phraxia

Accompanied by the smell of promethium and the huge fishing boat docking, Skadi Fourth started fishing by himself recently. The lieutenant colonel, wearing the military uniform that never changes for thousands of years, leaned on the shore to roast those fish catches. A carnivorous fish, unsuitable for farming, but Titanium has apparently genetically engineered them to control their ferocious habits and increase their energy conversion rate.

Nowadays, such a huge thing covered with pitch-black scales tastes like black fish with large pieces of meat like tuna, so it is not only delicious but also has a good texture.

The only problem is that Alan Bayer has to complain, whether it is a fang fish or a golo beast, why do all the interstellar races in this universe catch grumpy things as food?

When humans were still on Terra, the requirements for the economic animals they bred were gentle, herbivorous, and gregarious. As a result, no matter whether it was the Empire or Titanium, only gregarious animals were left...

It’s just that when he cut a piece of fish into his mouth, all those things disappeared, and the fish bones can still be used to make soup and cook noodles. During the period of time he was stationed in this world, it took about a week (because the stars and rotation are different, it is difficult to (determine the specific Terra standard day) he gained a lot of weight.

"It's really a gift from the emperor." Alan Bayer said, cutting off a piece of fish and sharing it with the hardworking soldiers who had just arrived on the shore. "That's right, we still need to fish twice to fill the entire battleship."

Those live fish were caught by the gravitational net of the Tau tribe, and just one foray could catch enough food for tens of thousands of people for a month, and there were hundreds of such fishing boats.

It is hard to imagine how those fish did not become extinct, and the ecological chain designed by the Tau clan for this world is absolutely deformed. The soil of the transformed planet only provides a kind of blue-green algae energy continuously, and the heat of the stars is also absorbed by them .

Then small arthropods, things like sea spiders will eat those cyanobacteria, one is only half a centimeter, but they live and die quickly, and exist as a class of energy conversion.

Next, with the help of drones, those spiders will be captured, and then the calculated number will be spread on the sea surface, and the appropriate discharge will be based on the observed number of toothfish schools.

Therefore, even if there is no titanium to eat fish, the ocean can still maintain a normal environment for hundreds of years, even if there are only three kinds of organisms in this environment.

But titanium is only 7000 years old, and they dare to carry out genetic tampering in this way. Maybe one day they will reap the consequences, but this sentence is too much, whether it is AI or trust in aliens, sooner or later they will reap the consequences.

And the empire's agricultural world that moved mountains and reclaimed seas to create planet-level farmland, and used fertilizers that stink to the sky and are enough to corrode metals to grow mutant corns that are as tall as trees does not seem to be much better, at least the titanium ones The world is still inhabited.

"Fill it up, fill it all up, God knows how many years it will take for the empire's colonial ship to reach it, don't let this group of drones start starving the toothfish, the wasted meat is not as good as we can recycle."

Alan Bair sprinkled the fish with the Ministry of War seasoning, salty and sour, full of vitamins, and he could eat it like this for a whole year of Tyra, until he vomited at the smell of fish.

"How long is the arrival of the commander-in-chief? Let our temporary cooking class show them Skadi's delicacies."

The officer replied. "It'll be here in the afternoon, and do you mean Golo's Baked Beans or Fish Fillet with Synthetic Starch?"

Alan Baier frowned. "Wait, none of us have anything to eat, why does our dish sound like a British lunch?"

asked the officer. "What's a Brit?"

Alan Baier returns. "They are a group of lighthouses who regard themselves as stars, but they are obsessed with their own world after being punched by the changes of the times. They become unwilling to make progress and study their own culture and so-called etiquette all day long. It’s changing with each passing day, and in the end their only honor is to look at the ruins of the empire they once built, lol.”

said the officer. "Sounds like Eldar."

Alan Bair said. "Almost, they're short of pointy ears and long lives, but close in pride and stupidity."

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

The officer nodded. "I recommend hiring a few Sterlings, but our regiment currently does not have that condition."

Alan Bair said. "I come."

asked the officer. "What?"

Alan Bair said. "As long as we don't control the heat, relying on my hand to give the heretic Lingchi's knife skills and the ingredients of this world, we can definitely complete the afternoon reception."

The officer is not very sure, but in this case, he thinks there will be no worse food. After all, the Hives of Skadi's fourth regiment have the concept of food that canned food is equal to gourmet food, and daily food is equal to starch lumps.

Alan Baier picked up his military uniform, made the boiled fishbone soup as the base, marinated a few slices of sharp-toothed fish with starch and Amset wine, and then put it into the Ogryn that the Ministry of Military Affairs sent wrongly before. Inside the big helmet, ignite the fire under the helmet, put the homemade sauerkraut and dozens of seasonings and spices from the fourth group of Skadi.

After a while, the aroma overflowed, and then the fish fillet was put into the pot, and a hardcore imperial-style sauerkraut fish came out. Then Alan Bayer took out the rice stored by the Tau family, or it should be rice, and then poured water, Then pour the canned Golo beast inside, add a spoonful of salt and black pepper to taste, stir, cook the rice, and the "claypot rice" is ready.

It looks and tastes good, the officer and the officers nodded again and again, and unanimously requested that such food be added to the recipe of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, but in any case, in this dark 40th millennium, it is naturally rare to have such food good thing.

In the afternoon, the flagship of the Imperial Guard arrived as scheduled, and Commander-in-Chief Qi Fan walked down calmly surrounded by stormtroopers. He breathed in the sea breeze and the graceful environment of this world, but noticed the peculiar fragrance.

"Donali, what do you think it smells like?" Qi Fan asked the person beside him, and that person had a loyal, rigid, wounded cheek, and a set of gorgeous clothes. He might be aristocratic, but he was familiar with Qi Fan. Everyone must know him, he is the top diplomat of the Empire, Donali.

Although it is unbelievable, the Empire does have this position, but Alan Bayer thinks that diplomats are hypocritical, and those who really maintain the almost non-existent friendship between humans and aliens are obviously wanderers.

Donali answered by smelling it. "A hint of tau style, with Imperial seasonings, and ancient Terran cooking techniques..."

"I'm not sure, but it's kind of like... Ogryn dandruff?"

Qi Fan replied. "Anyway, it's really fragrant. I may have made a worthwhile trip."

The sound of military shoes reverberated in Starport. It was not easy to convert such a ruin into a place large enough to receive high-ranking officials of the Star Militia Army within a few days, so Alan Baier chose the best decorations he could find.

A heap of titanium honor battle suits and the chitinous shell of a dehulled Genestealer still bears the marks of Imperial bombs and wounds from monomolecular chainswords.

And the conference room here has a special style. After all, there are basically no good buildings in the Star Port. The Star Militia Army directly remodeled the bomb crater. The huge deep pit that was blown out by the Tianhong missile vehicle was tens of meters deep. Then use ladders and sandbags that are common in trenches to cover, and pull up the cover shed.

To accurately describe it, it would probably be the command room... Even in the restaurant below, there are beds, messy radio stations and those supporting promethium generators. The air is filled with the smell of promethium, the aroma of food, and soil and the smell of gunpowder.

"It's beautiful ~ Donali, this is the best decoration I've seen in a while, the most loyal, especially the ruin-like trenches, which make 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 is obviously not used to the style of the imperial guards. He can't understand how my "big eyes" in those battle uniforms can eat when looking at him?
Alan Baier sat on the other side of the table in the izakaya of the Tau tribe, cooking oden made with dashi and seaweed and warming sake.

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

Qi Fan became interested. "certainly."

Alan Bair said. "Second Lieutenant, pull up!"

After a while of roaring, a sentinel pulled a huge cage with a height of three people, and the blue-skinned gene-stealer, which had been modified with the control chip against the Golomon and lobotomized, looked around and roared. Drooling, tick that disgusting long tongue.

And its location is just in front of the observation hole in the command room, so the imperial officer here couldn't help but want to shout, open fire freely, kill the alien!

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

Alan Baier replied. "The permanent population of this world was 120 billion before, and the war lasted for six hours, and only 10 titanium survived."

Qi Fan couldn't help but snapped his fingers. "You got a titan for the Imperial Guard against the Tau."

Alan Baier bowed lightly. "Naturally, it's all for the sake of the empire. Then, sir, show the list to your lord."

The officer handed over the list of materials in an orderly manner. At the moment, the commander-in-chief was in a very good mood, drinking sake, eating radish and pickled fish, and ordering some claypot rice from time to time.

"Yes, it's all right. By the way, you also asked for a star map? Are you leaving Damocles Bay? You must know that your current temporary military ranks are all hung with Kane."

"Actually, if I want, you can join the army at Damocles Bay."

Alan Baier's hairs are standing on end, enlisting in the army at Damocles Bay?What to do when bugs come, titanium is easy to fight, but bugs are really natural disasters, we are not blessed to suffer.

"No, no, my lord, you understand that the Ministry of Military Affairs will not allow a sudden increase in supply requirements."

Qi Fan sighed. "Those potbellied useless people hide behind and point while the men and women of the empire are fighting hard. I understand. Even if I can settle your identities, I can't help them reduce your supplies."

Alan Baier nodded. "And we have always been Skadi people. Our hometown is near the maelstrom. You know, it's not a good place. Our negligence may have caused the fall of the imperial world, but..."

"You understand that the soul and honor of my dead comrades can only be appeased and restored in my hometown. If we cannot return to our posts, the Emperor will not forgive me."

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

Alan Baier replied. "Only fighting, only winning, we are the hammer of the empire." This is a hymn in the handbook of the Ministry of Military Affairs, even Katachan will recite a few classics, and it is also the persistence of the Star Militia Army throughout his life. Commander Qi Fan nodded weakly, Press your own chapter on the thick material list.

No one can stop the will-filled followers of the emperor and the imperial guards. When thousands of worlds are displaced by countless chaos and crises, no one can stay out of it. Qi Fan understands that the team in front of him is strong, resolute, and smart. The Empire needs them across itself, so it declares them coming.

If this homeward expedition is destined to start from Damocles Bay and end in the Great Maelstrom, then the countless imperial subjects in the Limit Star Field will definitely need them on the way.

Qi Fanyu spoke earnestly. "Brave Emperor's Disciple, Commander of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, officer of the Empire, you must understand that if you leave Damolix Bay, what you will face will probably not make it easy for you."

"As a commander, I really want you to stay. Although I can't let you be promoted in a short time because of the relationship with the Ministry of Military Affairs, I can still give you the ability to command a battle group and the rights equivalent to an imperial general."

"If you leave Damocles Bay, you will face this dark universe, evil subspace, depraved traitors, disgusting aliens, and those big and small, inhuman farts alone."

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

Alan Baier shook his head. "I'm not alone, my lord. The Fourth Skadi Regiment and the 113th Regiment of Fraxia are with me. I'm very happy that you can value me so much, but there are too many places where the Empire needs the Imperial Guard."

"In this universe, human beings are dying all the time, but I was destined to protect the star sector where I was born, and I left a lot of memories in the world I first served in. My old partner is still there."

"You know, when you've gone through the first war that's still fresh in your memory, the rest of the officers and men parted ways with you, and now you can only find me for drinking... oh, forgive me for passing."

Qi Fan smiled. "You're right, but I'm not alone. The soldiers threw me to the star port for supplies, and I'm leaving. Kane is surrounded by enemies again."

Alan Baier asked. "Behemoth fleet?"

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

Alan Bair said. "Is it possible that Chief Kane is exuding psychic powers to attract bugs, and he is a gene stealer?"

Qi Fan accepted it. "I'll try to check him up..."

Oh, he believed it, unlucky Kane, wait until you go to the Inquisition Chamber to play.

When Commander-in-Chief left, the officer watched the supplies being docked into the Bordello, he asked. "What shall we do next? Commander?"

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

He turned on the communicator. "Skadi's 113th Regiment, Phraxia [-]th Regiment is ordered, we are going to start our own expedition, code name, 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!"

　I am equal to mentioning other countries in this content, and all the remarks of other human unions are based on character creation, and there is no selfishness. I maintain as considerable and friendly personal opinions as possible for any large human group in this world.

　　ps: Eldar is an alien, so I will continue to persecute it.

　　And whether I have a bias against a race can depend on whether I use him or it to distinguish ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)