While serving Sith as he exited the vehicle, the noblewoman introduced:
"We have prepared hot food for you all; please, my lord, eat and rest."
As she spoke, the noblewoman and Sith entered the building, where a large amount of hot food was indeed already laid out.
But looking closely, the food was actually starch blocks boiled in watered-down nutrient solution.
Although it was unclear if any salt had been added, there was certainly almost no oil or fat.
Sith was slightly stunned, and the noblewoman looked embarrassed, acting a bit fidgety:
"We have been out of contact with the sector for too long, so we really cannot provide many supplies; I hope you will forgive us, my lord."
"But please rest assured, my lord, this starch is the most natural... uh... organic starch, absolutely free of any chemical waste!"
The noblewoman was cautious, and upon hearing this, Ana bowed her head slightly and whispered, "Inefficient."
Sith waved his hand, exchanged a few polite words, and sat down with his people to start eating.
At this moment, there was no room for politeness or hesitation; not to mention having fought for two months straight, the ship's meager reserves were simply not enough to sustain them.
Even in this strange environment, Sith needed to fill his own stomach and that of his Black Watch to recover their strength as much as possible.
Watching Sith and his group eating without reservation, the noblewoman glanced at the surrounding commoners, who were swallowing their saliva in envy, and waved her hand to signal the crowd not to disturb them.
She had intended to wait for Sith to finish, but the sudden roar of vehicles outside the door drew her attention.
Her expression tightened, fear even surfacing in her eyes, and the noblewoman, unable to care about Sith, turned and walked out the door.
Although the door was closed, terrified screams from commoners soon came from outside, along with the occasional sound of gunfire aimed at the sky.
Ana looked toward the door, wanting to ask Sith if they should intervene, but when she looked over, not only Sith, but even Bruno and Davi Luo were focused solely on eating, sending every drop of the starch-rich hot porridge into their stomachs.
Seeing this, Ana said nothing more; while Ana didn't want to disturb these killing gods who had just fought for two months out of the Warp, the other group outside did not think so.
Bang!
The door burst open, and a group of local Planetary Defense Force soldiers with Chaos eight-pointed stars carved on their bodies walked straight in.
Then, seeing the large barrels of hot food before them, they looked on with greed:
"And you said there was no food! Then what is this?!"
The commanding officer looked back at the noblewoman with a playful expression, but the soldier behind him, who was looking further inside, pointed inward with a twitching face:
"Sir, there are people inside."
The commanding officer let out an "Hm?", looked back again, and then saw a group of strange, elite black-clad soldiers sitting quietly, with even an Astartes in their ranks.
The moment he saw Davi Luo, the commanding officer almost collapsed, but he gritted his teeth and held on, because he could clearly see that not only these strange black-clad soldiers in the room, but even Davi Luo himself, were waiting for a young man in gilded silver armor to pick up the last bit of starch block that had fallen on the table and carefully place it into his mouth.
Confirming that no food had been wasted, Sith finally raised his eyes.
As his gaze turned toward this group of traitorous Planetary Defense Force soldiers, the two thousand Black Watch also turned their heads in unison, fixing their gaze on the officer!
It's hard to say that a gaze can kill a person, but the commanding officer at the door and the accompanying traitorous Planetary Defense Force soldiers still felt that under the eyes of these people, their hearts seemed to have truly stopped beating!
Then they watched as these two thousand strange strangers neatly put down their powerless lasguns and drew their swords.
Although the blessings remaining on the Black Watch had all flowed into Sith's power armor and longsword, leaving them now as mere "ordinary Mortals" who had experienced 100 apocalyptic-level wars.
But when they picked up their swords, the traitor officer who witnessed all this still felt as if he had instantly fallen into an ice cellar!
There wasn't even anything worth mentioning; when the last Planetary Defense Force soldier fell to the ground, the surrounding noblewoman and commoners were completely silent.
After all, anyone who watched two thousand men use cold weapons to slaughter ten thousand soldiers armed with heat-based weapons without suffering a single injury would think they were hallucinating.
Only Sith looked toward the Hive City in the distance, which was filled with numerous gun emplacements and heavily fortified, as well as the Astropathic Choir only found at the Tower Top. Having no heavy weapons, Sith thought for a moment and suddenly spoke:
"You said earlier that your location specializes in producing warship materials for Forge Worlds?"
The noblewoman struggled to withdraw her gaze from the Black Watch, who were busy collecting ammunition, and nodded at Sith, somewhat unable to react:
"Yes..."
Upon hearing this, Sith turned around directly and pointed toward the direction in the distance where thick smoke was still rising:
"Then can you repair this warship?"
The noblewoman, Davi Luo, and Bruno: "???"
Ana: "!!!"
Ground tanks are vehicles, space warships... should also be vehicles, right?
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