The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

But if the other party has traveled all over the sky in a spaceship, but still cannibalizes the same species because of customs, and has done so for thousands of years, then you can only recognize the other party's customs.Since this custom has not been eliminated in the long-term evolution and development, and everyone on the other side accepts it, forcing the other party to change it may lead to an ending that no one wants to see.

Then came the key point.

Highlight the key words - [cannibalism].

You fucking eat each other inside yourself, who cares about you!Love to eat and go!At most, everyone will talk about it verbally, just talk about it as a cosmic monster, if the guy who was sacrificed feels that he is sacrificed to a glorious horse, you will stop him and he will be in a hurry with you!The only problem is that people need to pay attention to certain taboos when communicating with each other.

Note that this is cannibalism, and again, it is cannibalism.

Your mother eats all over the universe, and even flew thousands of light years on purpose to catch other people's civilizations in such a weird express car, is this called cannibalism? !

If it doesn't matter!All of us are in your recipe range!It would be a ghost if we could sit down and talk about it!

DI○ Have you ever sat down and negotiated with 'Bread'?Obviously not.

One's own name is on the other's recipe, which is a contradiction, a contradiction between eating and being eaten, a contradiction of life and death.This is of course the greatest contradiction that exists among civilizations, and the greatest contradiction must of course be resolved with the highest form of struggle—that is, war.

One of the enemies is the Dark Worm. Needless to say, this old enemy must be wiped out, but the other side—that is, the race with a problem with this recipe, currently only the army needs to be wiped out.

So far, there can only be one reason for the signing of the extermination order, and that is [infected by the irreparable dark worm]. The group of Tankara Wingers was destroyed because of this, and the remaining pure ones are now working hard to to revive their own civilization on a new ecological planet.

Oregana has never been afraid of killing and death, or, from a certain point of view, she is often obsessed with the joy of annihilating enemies.She guards the checkpoint where the dark worm enters the refuge world, cleans up the pollution mercilessly, fights forever on the front line to protect the people behind her, and protects the paradise of the Civilization Circle of the Ministry of Unity against the tide of insect disasters...even, behind And the entire Sanctuary world group.

If someone—no matter who it is, whether it's a dark worm or something else, as long as it threatens this embankment and wants to dig two holes on it... Oregana will never show any weakness or compromise.

But correspondingly, if the other party compromised, she would not choose to kill them all.She has the same, if not greater, passion for saving lives than for taking them.

However, everything must be done with caution.Whether it is to kill or save, you must carefully consider it—whether you pull the trigger without thinking, killing people who can still be saved; or saving without thinking, failing to see through the truth behind the lies, and finally killing people More innocent people will make people extremely sad.

Especially the latter one.

And prudent deliberation requires detailed information, Oregana asked:

【Is there really no trace of infection? 】

The Scythe of War shook his head:

"It's true that there are no traces of infection, but it's not surprising that there are no traces of infection. You can find any space-knowing star, as long as it is not a priest, there will be no traces of infection on its body."

Judging whether the dark worm controls civilization does not necessarily depend on whether everyone is infected.Infecting only some special nodes can still have the effect of controlling the entire civilization - if this is the case, it is not necessary to annihilate the entire civilization on the grounds of 'eliminating the infection of the dark worm'.

【That's true...but, that is to say, they admitted it straight up? 】

"That's right, I admitted it, from the point of view of his attitude, he doesn't feel that he has made any mistakes at all." War Scythe touched his stubble, "When asked why they captured these intelligent creatures, he replied straightforwardly. It is used to study and eat."

The legion commander couldn't help but sighed:

[Obviously not infected, but has the habit of eating intelligent races... okay. 】

There is no infection, but there is a habit of using intelligent races, which shows that it is not a physiological or instinctive 'need', but a 'custom' that may have lasted for thousands of years and is left over from ancient times.It is not impossible to change such a custom, but the difficulty is not low...

"So what do we do?"

I don't know exactly what to do in the end, but the first thing to do is already clear - that is to win on the battlefield.Ideally, one or two decisive battles with the main fleet will annihilate the opponent's fleet, and then consider what to do next.

Everything is based on the key point of being able to win.

However, the opponent's technical level is not bad. They can put a fleet of a certain size into the battlefield within a few hours of receiving the distress signal. This operation alone is enough to explain many things, such as the assembly efficiency of the opponent's fleet and space projection technology. level etc.And that weird shield-piercing particle cannon is also a troublesome thing...

Judging from the information obtained so far, it is still unknown whether the fleet of the Ministry of Consolidation can indeed win a decisive victory.Moreover, the opponent's civilization has already witnessed the Titan ship, and already has a slight advantage in intelligence. We must also obtain more detailed information.

Is there a way to get more detailed information?

Frankly, it's not easy.

After analyzing the space distortion caused when the opponent jumped in, I originally wanted to throw the detector over to see where the opponent's hometown was, but when it was in place, I found that the opposite was a void.Apparently, the opponent made multiple jumps back and forth, using a large number of jump signals to hinder the detection and hide the way to the parent star—those hours of jump time may not be just the time for assembly, but the time for 'detour'.

Why are you so proficient!How many cosmic wars have been fought? (fog)

So how can I get in there... Oregana thought in her heart, if the conventional method doesn't work, she can only use the 'unconventional' method, which is the so-called show operation.

'Demand us to apologize for the 'piracy', and demand compensation, and hand over the main messenger.They will pass their judgment on their home planet. '

Hand over the main messenger and pull back to the home planet for a trial?

hehe~

How did the Greeks do it when faced with the towering and solid city walls of Troy that could not be destroyed?Is there a way to get the other party to obediently transport him home?

[Diplomacy is about seeking common ground while reserving differences, but some differences are impossible...] Oregana showed a dangerous smile on her face, and she has already thought of a great way [We will not make any changes on this point] Concession, do you think they will concede? 】

"I don't think so, they will never back down." The Scythe of War replied, "And it's not just a matter of food. It's still unknown how closely the dark worms are connected with them."

[The captain's attitude is tough,] the legion leader analyzed [there are two possibilities for a tough attitude, one is that he is too stupid to understand the situation correctly, and the other is that he knows that he has something to rely on. 】

"Obviously the latter."

[Yes.They do have something to rely on... War is inevitable, so we hope to investigate what goods they have before the bombardment begins. 】

"Interesting, what are you going to do?"

【Didn't they ask to hand over the main messenger? 】The next thing is the topic, she flexed her wrist【Tell them, we will issue a sincere apology, and hand over the main messenger to express our deep apologies~ We don’t know exactly how the other party will believe it, leave it to Beria Or Veneto to think. 】

When she said this, Oregana looked like a clown active in Gotham City, her face was full of calculations.

Generally speaking, whether it is for the sake of dignity or the personal safety of its own personnel, it is impossible to hand over the main messenger and take it to an alien trial.

But clone troopers care about that?Does Khorne care about this?At this time, it is time to carry forward the spirit of clone warriors and subspace demons who are not afraid of death, secondly, thirdly, and not afraid of death—as for dignity?shame?

First of all, this matter will definitely not be leaked. No one knows, so Oregana naturally doesn't care about losing face; secondly... When the matter is over, who do you think will lose face?

War Scythe immediately figured out how vicious this sentence contained, and he praised:

"You... This trick is too poisonous. If you continue like this, Tzeentch will definitely treat you to the library for tea."

[It would be great if there was Patchouli in the library, but Patchouli's main color is purple instead of blue representing wisdom... huh? 】

"Blue represents wisdom... emmmm, I always feel a subtle feeling..."

The BGM of wisdom and power seemed to be heard in my ears, and the beautiful and wise face of the goddess of water seemed to appear in front of my eyes...

If you think about it like this, it seems that something will go wrong, Oregana shook her head lightly, and brought the topic back——

[Prepare the shuttle, and then...ask Fran to activate the 'Scarlet Wrath' (Scarlet Wrath) type two enhanced clone No. 2887 made last time. 】

"Oh! It's a big game!"

PS1: Ask for collection and recommend microphone 0w0

PS2: continue tomorrow 0w0

PS3: Recommend Grammy's "Utopia" meow 0w0

This is a novel about letting go

But it can be seen that the author is completing it with a very serious attitude, so serious to meow (nodding)

Chapter 663 Chapter 603: Recreating the Demonic Man in the World

As the sun sets, radiant clouds float in the sky, and the warm and beautiful light shines on the graceful buildings—to save space and land, these buildings are neatly shaped like towers.As the blue sun slowly descended, the lights of the city lit up, and on top of all this, there was a huge artificial island floating at an altitude of more than ten kilometers above the surface.

Central Island - the people of Nazcatron call it this way, the reason is very simple, because this is the core of Nazcatron civilization.Clever minds and far-sighted officials strategized inside, leading civilization to brave the waves in the sea of ​​stars.At the same time, this is also a convenient diplomatic facility, because the best friends from the stars do not like to land on the ground.

It is a perfect building with a design that combines strength and beauty.The mature anti-gravity device makes it easy to float in the air, and can rise higher when needed. The excellent ecological ball makes the living environment here as comfortable as the most beautiful resort, and the powerful shield is also It can block meteorites that accidentally hit it, and can even persist for hours under the continuous bombardment of the fleet.

But this kind of thing will not happen, and the soldiers of Nazcatelón are loyal enough that they will never rebel.

Arbitrator Raedavi Nawal stood by the window, looking through the outer wall of the biosphere at the gradually brightening earth below.He was tall and thin, his hair combed meticulously, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon.Although the spirit is still strong, time has carved wrinkles on this man's face.It's been 15 years since he took this position—

Fifteen years ago, Redavi stood out in the war between Nazcatron and Latavila civilization. He commanded several decisive battles and accumulated enough military exploits.At the end of the war, the Latavila civilization was defeated and became a vassal. Ridavi stepped into the political arena with his achievements and accumulated popularity, and finally became the helmsman in control of this giant ship.

After the war, Nascatelone's strength was on the rise, and the long-term cooperation project with that big ally, the Voidwalker, was gradually reaching the time when it could be harvested.There is a civilization in the farm that has entered the age of steam. Once they have mastered the skills of using energy, the next 200-[-] years will have a technological explosion.

If you are lucky, you should still survive until the day of harvest.

But the latest news made him feel very uneasy.

An ally's civilization transport fleet was intercepted by unknown forces, and the quick response fleet that went to support was repulsed, and the retreating fleet reported that they had encountered a large warship that had never been seen before.

You must know that the military strength of Nazcatelón is not weak, and the soldiers are not scouts who have never fought—a considerable number of generals in the army have participated in the tragic war 15 years ago. It is absolutely impossible for a rich soldier to misjudge because of panic, not to mention that the records on the instrument are not false.

What does this mean?

It means that Nascatelone has encountered the need for war again. As the helm of this civilization, the arbitrator Ridavi does not want such a thing to happen-it has only been more than ten years since the last war, and people still need to recuperate.And since they were able to repel the cutting-edge fleet redesigned after the war, the opponent must not be an easy enemy to deal with...

In order to deal with that kind of thing, the main fleet is gradually gathering, and this can't be sloppy all at once.

But what should we do next?

Frankly speaking, Rui Dawei didn't know—there was absolutely little information at the moment. He just saw that the opponent jumped into a bunch of warships and hammered his own quick reaction force.The largest warship looked really powerful, a circle larger than a super-heavy warship in terms of size, for this reason, the military specially dispatched five newly built 'Drop Eye'-class super-heavy warships to destroy it.

But no one has a bottom line.

He looked at the beautiful city lights below, and picked up the exquisitely crafted metal round box on the windowsill—a fuzzy orange ellipsoid was vaguely drawn on the box, with white swirls of different sizes on it.The arbitrator flexibly unscrewed the cap, and there was a black soft powder inside. Without looking at it, he pinched a little out of it with his thumb and forefinger and placed it in front of his nose, taking a deep breath.

The aroma of the fermented messoji leaves and syrup rushed into the nasal cavity along with the powder, and the arbitrator couldn't help showing a satisfied expression.

At times like these, only this baking powder can really calm you down.

Just when he was hesitating whether to come a little more, the well-crafted door behind him was knocked lightly twice.

The arbitrator raised his eyebrows, closed the lid of the baking powder casually, and put the small box back on the window sill:

"Come in."

It was the person the arbitrator had been waiting for. It was a young soldier in a neat blue military uniform, named Fastling, who was one of the arbitrator's trusted confidantes.Now, complex colors are showing in his water-colored eyes:

"Mr. Arbitrator, there is news from the front line. It's a communication from General Prado."

General Parado?Wasn't he trapped on the sunken battleship and failed to escape smoothly?

The arbitrator showed a strange expression—what does it mean that General Parado sent a communication at this time?Do you want reinforcements, or have you already surrendered?

Fastling continued:

"General Parador was taken prisoner after the battleship was sunk, but..."

"but what?"

"The opponent surrendered to him."

"what?!"