I'm a green-skinned tech master

Well, I'm not going to be schizophrenic. Cheng Mingrui, who had disappeared part of his memory, couldn't help but think.

However, I am afraid that only I can write Chinese characters in this universe, and I also use the main quest as a key marker, which must be very important.

The Warhammer 40k universe is different from the original Blue Star, you can't help but worship ghosts and gods, and more seriously, you can't get rid of them.

The most dangerous thing to travel through the 40k universe may be because the taboo knowledge in the mind is targeted by the evil god, and then the soul is caught for research.

After putting down the research work on his hand and making the final experimental notes, Cheng Mingrui gathered his brats and prepared to erect a statue for the second brother Mao first.

On the Euronia III, in the luxurious Planetary Doge's Palace, a noble ball was being held in the spacious and bright hall.

Music surrounds your ears, and exquisite high-quality ingredients are prepared by the finest chefs on exquisite plates and placed casually on side tables.

Nobles dressed in expensive clothes gather at the edge of the dance floor to talk and exchange feelings, or on the central dance floor, they can further exchange feelings by holding hands and waist arm-in-arm.

Pex sat alone in a small corner, and on his terminal was a letter of appointment from the Ministry of Military Affairs, which said that for the empire and for the emperor, he was officially appointed supreme commander of the Euronian system.

The actual content is that the empire is now very stretched in military strength, and he can only rely on himself and use the native power of the Euronia system to form a defense.

As long as he can serve the Empire, he will not be held accountable for the loss of the sinking of the Glory Knight due to his command error.

A good promotion and suppression of the same rhetoric, if Pex is still an ordinary human thinking, he was born into death and is treated like this, he will definitely be dissatisfied with the Ministry of Military Affairs in his heart.

Now Pex is concerned with the information attached to the letter of appointment. In view of the approaching tentacle fleet of the Tyren swarm, there may be many imperial warships jumping to the Euronian galaxy for resupply, and it is not ruled out that in one or two hundred years, the Euronia system will become a warring galaxy.

Perhaps thinking that Pecks's task was indeed difficult, the Military Department was ready to send a smaller officer corps to support the Euronia system, led by Commissar Kester. Accompanied by a squad of priests from the Mechanical God Sect, they carried precious industrial chain modules.

The document asks Pex and the Governor of the Planets to do a good job of reception, and cooperate with each other in the work of the hundred-year unit to build the Euronian Galaxy into a casting galaxy as soon as possible, produce powerful war machinery, and bring the wrath of the emperor to the enemies of mankind.

The Wormnest Tentacle Fleet, as well as Commissar Kester, are key information, and Pex has to plan well.

"Isn't this our galaxy commander? How do you drink here alone? Is there anything you like about the celebratory dance I threw up? "Governor Cornwall came with a young and beautiful woman.

"Of course not, Your Excellency, Governor. Your ball is grand and elegant, and it is attended by famous aristocrats. It's just that... I was flattered that I was flattered to spend money on a dance of this magnitude because of one of my letters of commission. Pex immediately stood up and leaned his head forward modestly.

"No, no, Commander Pex is too polite and simple. Coming from a big family like you, it is necessary to have a big scene, and the atmosphere is worthy of it. Besides, how could it be a trifle to be the Supreme Commander of the Galaxy? Celebrate, must celebrate. Judging from his words and demeanor, Cornwall was obviously a little drunk.

Pex frowned, and hid it well, "Your Excellency Governor, it has been three months since I came to Euronia III, but the expeditionary force that went to eliminate the greenskins has not yet set out..."

Cornwall interrupted Pecks, "Since you arrived on Euronia III, you have been working and have not rested, even if the threat of the green-skinned monster is great, it takes time to train the army and produce weapons." "

Time is not on our side..."

"Okay, okay. This is Tribis, my distant niece, and it just so happens that you don't have a dance partner, so you can have a good conversation and enjoy the evening. Pushing the beautiful woman behind him up and forth, Cornwall excused himself to leave.

Humans are really arrogant! Lazy! I don't know the race that learned the lesson! Thinking that his story had only made these human nobles nervous for a few days, Pex became even more angry.

With each day they dragged on, those green monsters became more and stronger!

"Mr. Pex, nice to meet you." The blond Tribis, with her breathtaking, eyes that seem to pull out silk between her affectionate eyes, she is young and beautiful, and her beauty is also a top-notch presence throughout the ball.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful lady." Pex responded with a gentle smile to Tribis, bowed slightly, and raised her slender jade hand like a gentleman, pecking her lips slightly on the back of her hand.

Tribis's smile became even more charming, "It must be a wonderful night to get to know Mr. Pecks."

She believed that with her charm, it was a good target to capture most men on such occasions, a galaxy commander with unlimited prospects, and from a large noble family.

Sniffing through his nose, Pex could clearly smell the hormones, and reproduction was indeed a very important thing for a race.

He slowly raised his glass with half a glass of red wine, and through the red wine, Pex could see Tribis and the bright starry sky behind her.

There was only one moon above the starry sky, now obscured by dark clouds that stretched out from the starry sky like tentacles of a fleet of insects, overlooking the creatures on Euronia III.

In order for the Worm's Nest to realize the biomass he wants, it is necessary to expand the Order and light up the psionic beacon for the Worm fleet.

Pex drank the red wine, put down the wine glass, and hugged the beauty in front of him with his right hand. Tribis wore an open-back gown, and Pecks' hands could roam the smooth marble-like back.

The two looked at each other for a second and kissed together, and the red wine that they had not drunk flowed from between their lips, down Tribis's milky white skin over her neck, collarbone, along the arc of her chest, and slid to her lower abdomen.

For the Great Devourer, the greenskinned monsters must be destroyed, and stupid humans are resources that can be exploited.

The officer corps sent by the Ministry of Military Affairs is a bit troublesome, and judging from the wisdom instilled in them by the mother's nest, some special groups of human beings are extremely difficult to defeat and eliminate, and it is extremely costly to eliminate them.

Political commissars are one of these special groups and should be given great attention.