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Chapter 221 This is the fate of the beasts...the Smurfs!
Seeing the bucket that Ron took out, everyone present was stunned at first, and then looked puzzled.

Ron was not in a hurry, but slowly opened the lid. In an instant, an indescribable stench like dead fish spread all around. Pinching his nose in disgust, Ron took out a stick and stirred it. When he pulled out the stick, the liquid in the bucket adhered to the stick and pulled out long threads, giving people the feeling of being as sticky and slippery as snot.

Combined with that indescribable smell...for a moment everyone's expressions became extremely strange.

Ron didn't care. He just stirred the mixture and whispered, "Drink it. This is the beast... ah, I mean, this is the Smurf, that's not right. Ahem, this is the fate of the Ultramarines!"

After coughing three or four times in succession, Ron officially got into character. He took out a cup, filled it with a faint fishy smell, and handed the white sticky substance to the Smurfs' leader.

"This is the essence of Holy Water from Pope Vandiel. By drinking this, you will prove your loyalty." Ron said with a sigh, "Similarly, you will also become like Lord Vandiel from the inside out, and engrave this taste deep in your soul, and you will be completely inseparable from Lord Vandiel~"

Everyone present fell silent.

To be honest, no matter who you are, when you see the keywords white, sticky, fishy, ​​and liquid, you will unconsciously think about certain aspects, right?
If it were anyone else, if it were any other situation, they would have fallen out by now. Considering what Ron had just said about how this proved loyalty...

All I can say is that it's a good thing that Vandire died early, otherwise, the resentment in the Smurfs' hearts alone would be enough to form a new consciousness projection in the subspace and then target Vandire.

The legion commander gritted his teeth, came up first, and then he raised his head and started working.

However, after drinking it, the legion commander's expression became a little strange. He looked at Ron with some confusion, then turned aside and said nothing.

Seeing this, the other Extreme Warriors had no choice but to follow suit and go over, then raise their heads and drink it in one gulp.

Waldo, who was watching the Smurfs drinking, stared at the bucket hesitantly and asked, "Mr. Ron, what exactly is that..."

"Oh, it's heather tea with aloe vera juice cold brew."

Ron shrugged indifferently, took out a cup and filled it for himself, took a sip, then curled his lips in disdain and continued:
"Although it looks strange and makes people imagine all sorts of things, it is actually pure natural and pollution-free. It is a pure green food that is rich in minerals such as calcium, iron, zinc, and magnesium. It is also very friendly to constipation and cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases."

"...I haven't heard of it." Waldo was puzzled. Ron shrugged and said, "It's normal. This thing was widely developed and used in the Holy Land Terra 3K era. It was evaporated along with the sea in the warlords' melee before the Unification War."

The same is true for the current empire. Except for some areas where illegal construction is prohibited, the rest of the world is even worse than the Nest. Even the air needs to be traded, and there is no space for people to sleep on the floor. It is even worse than the Kowloon Walled City, not to mention taking out a piece of land for farming.

After hearing Ron's words, Waldo also blinked.

When he didn't know, it was hard to accept looking at a large bucket of liquid. But now, after knowing it, Waldo felt that it didn't seem to matter... or even particularly precious.

After all, this is a native species of the holy land Terra, and it is a plant from the 3k era.

"If a biological sage saw this ancient native plant of Terra without any human intervention, he would definitely go crazy."

As he was talking, Kaul on the side came over and asked, "Master Ron, can I collect some for biochemical experiments?" "Whatever."

Ron opened a space door and said, "In fact, if you need it, I can even provide some pure humans from the 3K era who have not been affected by any genetic engineering."

Hearing this, Kaul's eyes lit up immediately. But before he could say anything, he heard Ron say, "But this matter needs to be discussed by the Emperor himself. You can't make the decision."

"...Okay." Kohl nodded, and the computer case behind him began to burn 4090 again... No, it was the thirty-sixth millennium, so it should be burning 40900.

If for no other reason than to ponder what Ron meant by "let the Emperor come and talk in person".

It's not surprising that Cole would think about such things. After all, this big guy even thought about philosophical questions such as who I am, where I come from, and where I am going in a mathematical way. In the end, he came to the conclusion that he did not exist in the mathematical sense and gave up thinking about it.

Apparently, Kaul was not the only one who noticed what Ron said. Waldo beside him also shook his head after a brief silence, without thinking deeply about it.

Since this is the Emperor's backup plan, then at least I don't need to question it too much. Especially now that I can say it so frankly and indifferently,... I guess this is also part of the Emperor's plan!
As he spoke, Ron on the side became a little impatient.

How should I put it... The main reason is that they seem to have discovered that, apart from the strange smell, the liquid in front of them actually tastes quite good. It has a fresh plant fragrance, and a little sugar is added for the taste.

Without the twisted and twisted feeling they had when they took the first sip, the happiness Ron could gain plummeted. Feeling somewhat helpless, Ron could only sigh and say:

"Alright, that's enough. Stop drinking and leave some for your Gene Father."

"……Um?!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then the think tank director of the Ultramarines asked hesitantly: "Leave some for our Gene Father?"

"Of course!" Ron said righteously:

"The culprit for this crime is Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines. For the sake of justice, even if Guilliman is now lingering in stasis, we must find a way to make him regain consciousness and bring him back to Terra to be punished!"

As he spoke, Ron scooped another cup, took a look and his eyes turned cold.

"The concentration is a bit low, and there's probably no aloe vera in this place... Try to get me some salt fish juice!"

"……OK?"

The think tank director hesitated, was confused, and nodded in confusion.

(End of this chapter)