This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 25: Man-eating Shark: Hey, Brother Fu, here I come!

"Lord Karna!"

After a day of strolling, Karna returned to the central elevator area.

When the iron boots stepped into this area, what came into view was a harmonious scenery.

Space Marines in Iron Cavalry Terminators were patrolling the periphery, accompanied by a team of Cadian soldiers in Void Armor.

At the other end of the square, an orderly queue was formed in front of the cafeteria. At the tables of different sizes, Astartes and mortals were enjoying food together.

Unlike half a month ago, the area that was originally used as a defensive stronghold has now been transformed into a place for the Astra Militarum and the Astartes to eat.

"same as usual."

After handing his rice bowl to the cook, Karna began to look around.

The nuns at the ante-meal service, well, that's right.

Friends who have started eating a long time ago, well, that’s right.

The one on meal duty today is Colonel Kovek, um, that's right.

Mechanical Priest: Hmm! Where are the people?

Squinting his eyes slightly, Karna looked around and finally found the orange gear boy who was still on the lower deck, shaking an incense burner and kowtowing to a super-large flying vehicle.

Oh, are we bowing to that Storm Bird today?

You know, after the mechanical priest learned that everyone donated these vehicles and equipment directly to the Astra Militarum, he looked so stressed that he was about to spit out engine oil. He kept saying that these things should stay in the holy relic storage room and it would be a waste to give them to these big guys.

I can only say that this is the case with Hajimi.

Damn it, why don't we spend these points and wait for them to be beaten to death in skirmishes and then rot in our hands?
After Romulus's firm rejection, the mechanical priest kowtowed to the vehicles every day, hoping that the machine spirits of these vehicles would change their minds.

Well, I'm still knocking my head, that's right.

"Thank you."

Reaching out to take the bowl of abundant food, Karna came to the table belonging to the Astartes.

Here, the other three companions who had already painted their armor in the style of Death Watch had already finished their meal.

"Did you find anything good today?"

As soon as he sat down, he received a question from Romulus.

"No, we've searched almost every corner of this ship. We've also visited the Greenskins, but their technology isn't advanced enough. They still need WA stations for small parts, so we can't use them."

"That's good. We completed the illustrated collection before the rescue arrived. That's worth celebrating."

"It's worth celebrating. We're going to eat all the corpse starch until it's gone."

Grabbing a handful of ceramic steel powder and sprinkling it into the rice bowl, Karna picked up a thick piece of meat with a fork and put it into his mouth.

"Thank goodness the Empire has advanced technology, otherwise I would rather burn a few more demons in exchange for some cola fried chicken."

Ramses, who had finished his meal first, wiped his mouth.

At this moment, everyone is eating a special dish of the Human Empire that is famous throughout the multiverse -

Soylens Viridians!

Also known as corpse starch.

It is essentially a highly nutritious substance produced by the Empire during the processing of promethium, and is the only source of food for the vast majority of the Empire's people.

It has almost no taste on its own and its appearance varies depending on what is added, usually being a thick paste.

As for why it has become what it is now.

All we can say is that humans who can support such an excellent system as the Empire must have excellent technology to match it.

The nutritional formulation technology obtained from the oil man, the food taste customization technology found in the dormitory of a fleet executive, plus some corpse starch that can be produced continuously by simply processing promethium.

You can create a table of delicious dishes that are nutritionally balanced, colorful, fragrant and delicious.

And the most important point.

It was as cheap and plentiful as corpse starch, enough to sustain the living people on this ship for a year.

I have to say that the empire's civilian technology is still good, but it will not be used on the people of the empire.

"Why are you two staring at toilet paper all day?"

He noticed the two men who, after finishing their meal, resumed their study of the Codex Astartes.

"Aside from the restrictions on the Astartes, the Regent's suggestions are still very valuable for reference," Arthur replied without looking up. "Furthermore, we don't know the details of this universe very well. The Codex itself can fill in the gaps in our knowledge in this area, so studying it is very necessary."

"After all, they teach you how to fight and manage a battle group, even going into detail about which soldier should do what during battle. They also provide different solutions for different environments, which is very helpful for me to command the troops."

Romulus watched with great interest.

It must be said that the Codex Astartes is a top-notch reference book. It covers almost all the ways to deal with any situation you might encounter as an Astartes. In other words, you can become a qualified Astartes by following the book.

Putting aside the 'toilet paper' stereotype and some of its outdated decisions, the Codex Astartes is a good book.

The Regent must have put a lot of effort into writing this.

"The two top students are starting to squeeze us again."

Ramses couldn't help but complain when he saw the two of them looking so serious.

"If they don't roll these, you'll have to learn them."

Karna put down the ceramic steel chopsticks that had been bitten off.

Since traveling through time, my brain hasn't grown much, but my teeth have gotten much better.

"Then let the top student take the exam."

Ramses immediately gave up.

"By the way, are we just going to let this misunderstanding continue?"

Glancing at the nuns at the next table who had already finished their meal and were waiting for their orders, Karna chose to change the subject at the right time.

"It feels like the four of us are going to be treated as sacred objects."

Ever since the equipment was given out, the 26 nuns have been staying by their side almost all the time.

Aside from Karna, who acted independently and was not watched, the other three would immediately catch the nuns' attention if they left the room.

"This is a good thing. It's better than suspecting us of being a traitor."

Romulus spoke.

"Since it's a benefit, there's no need to worry about it. Arthur and Laer, just say they're Ultramarines. Let them figure out the rest."

"But there will always be flaws in pretending, right?"

Karna is not very confident about his acting skills.

"Why should we pretend? The equipment isn't fake, and being out of place is real. Besides, what's that saying? We tried so hard to imitate, eh..."

Ramses thought about it, then got stuck.

"It's not as good as a filial son's momentary outpouring of true emotion."

Karna added.

"It feels worse than M3 Earth."

Romulus, who was still reading a book, joined in the joke at the right time.

"See, I told you it wasn't necessary."

"."

Arthur's expression was a little tense.

But it is true that for people in M3, the current Empire is a defense, and for people in M31, the current Empire is also a defense.

Look how melancholy the Regent looked after he woke up.

Same, no difference.

"Sir, communication received from the Imperial battleship."

The brief after-meal study session did not last long before the report from the messenger was delivered.

"coding?"

"Verification passed."

"Affiliation?"

"The other party calls himself the Man-eating Shark."

(End of this chapter)