Chapter 261: Stinky Outsider Eldar Begging for Food Before Us Old Terrans

A channel composed of light constantly extended before the ship's deck; the shimmering pale yellow glow wove together like linen, both brilliant and illusory, causing one to nearly lose all sense of direction and distance.

Or rather, within this light-made channel, the concepts of distance and direction never existed from the very beginning.

An Eldar warship, extended from spirit bones, drifted in this channel of light; such a vessel did not use roaring, rugged plasma engines, but instead unfurled solar sails to navigate the void using light pressure, much like the wind-sail ships Xiang Leina had seen in fairy tales sailing upon the great seas.

Yet Xiang Leina had never seen a true wind-sail ship, nor had she ever seen a true great sea.

Asford possessed only an endless wilderness.

Cadia did have a great sea, but as soon as Xiang Leina arrived at Cadia, training and combat began, leaving her no opportunity to take a look.

The solar wind blew upon the sails, raising a gentle ripple and vibration.

Xiang Leina actually felt a sense of calm and tranquility aboard this elegant vessel belonging to the Xenos.

Zhou Yun, sitting beside her, shook the blanket on the ground, and a pile of food appeared on the floor.

Xiang Leina had witnessed the power of this blanket yesterday.

Yesterday, Zhou Yun had used this blanket to conjure a vast amount of food to distribute to the 184th Regiment.

However, the food at that time consisted mainly of compressed biscuits, some instant noodles meant to be soaked in water, and braised, vacuum-sealed eggs.

Although Xiang Leina had not seen these either, she could roughly identify them.

Most of these foods were entirely unheard of to Xiang Leina.

Roasted meat of an unknown fowl, plump bunches of grapes glowing with a purplish-red hue, and apples and pears large enough to match Xiang Leina's fist.

There was also a bag of melon seeds of unknown crop origin.

These foods, even in the Upper Hive of a Hive City, were absolutely unobtainable.

Zhou Yun stuffed that bag of melon seeds into Xiang Leina's hands, chuckled lightly, and said, "Come, eat some melon seeds."

"Suddenly, I remembered those large melon seeds we ate back in Asford," Xiang Leina said, taking the seeds with a touch of nostalgia.

She pried open a seed with her teeth; the seed, carrying a hint of oily flavor, crunched between her lips and teeth, and the greasiness brought by plant fat gave her body a slight sense of satisfaction.

Although they were not as large as the melon seeds eaten in Asford back then, in terms of taste, the ones conjured by Zhou Yun were clearly superior.

Then, Xiang Leina suddenly remembered.

Zhou Yun had seemingly told her that in his homeland, people would offer melon seeds to fools.

Xiang Leina quickly shot Zhou Yun an angry look, accusing him of mocking her.

Zhou Yun could not help but curl his lips into a smile.

Then his gaze slowly swept over Xiang Leina, settling on the wound on her face.

A wound two or three centimeters long marred Xiang Leina's cheek, deep enough to have torn the skin and flesh.

There, the first sentence of the Litany of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang had originally been tattooed.

"After leaving Asford, what did you experience?"

Zhou Yun asked with a hint of curiosity.

Xiang Leina fell silent for a brief moment, gathered her thoughts, and then slowly recounted her experiences to Zhou Yun.

General Droste's invitation, joining the 184th Regiment of Cadia, the Thirteenth Black Crusade, and the fight against Abaddon's Black Legion and the daemons from Chaos.

"At that time, the 184th Regiment was attacked by the servants of the Dark Prince."

"A Great Daemon dancing a bloody dance slaughtered warriors of Cadia and Asford; I attempted to use psychic power to fight it, but I was crushed almost in an instant."

"That Great Daemon originally intended to take my life directly, but perhaps the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's blessing, or perhaps the psychic power residue left in the tattoo from my years of touching it, saved me."

"The holy words on the tattoo burst forth with light, scorching that Great Daemon of the Dark Prince; in its fury, it slashed my cheek with a sword, destroying the tattoo."

"Had General Droste's heavy firepower support not arrived to temporarily hold back that Great Daemon, I would have died immediately."

Speaking, Xiang Leina slightly extended her hand to touch the scar on her face.

"But that sword seemed to carry some power of corruption and blasphemy, plunging me into hallucinations and a high fever."

"Yet at that very moment, the Blackstone Fortress fell upon Cadia; the stars trembled and roared, and the Eye of Terror opened in the void."

"Amidst the constantly surging tides of the Warp, I suddenly regained clarity, and the corruption and blasphemy at the wound were burned away completely by my own psychic power."

"Subsequently, following my instincts, I wielded my psychic power and tore that Great Daemon of the Dark Prince into fragments."

"Enhanced, huh?" Zhou Yun slightly stroked his chin, looking Xiang Leina up and down.

"There are no traces of corruption; it must be that the opening of the Great Rift and the Dark Prince's corruption happened to stimulate her psychic talent."

"Her psychic talent had already undergone subtle modification by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang; after being stimulated, it awakened a second time, reaching an 'A' level."

Sanguinius's voice rang in Zhou Yun's mind; he understood Zhou Yun's concern.

Xiang Leina's tattoo of the Litany of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang on her face had been destroyed, her psychic power had been strengthened, and she had previously been injured by a Great Daemon of the Dark Prince; it was truly worrying whether she had been corrupted.

"My situation is like this," Xiang Leina said. "As for you..."

Xiang Leina slightly opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to ask Zhou Yun exactly what his situation was and what he had experienced on Baal.

But Xiang Leina ultimately did not ask; she could sense that Zhou Yun clearly possessed extremely deep secrets.

Since Zhou Yun had not volunteered to speak, Xiang Leina would not open her mouth to inquire.

As a psyker who had awakened her psychic power since childhood, Xiang Leina knew that excessive curiosity was not a good thing.

Seeing that Xiang Leina did not ask further, Zhou Yun nodded slightly.

He had just opened his mouth to ask about General Droste's situation when he saw a hand sneakily reaching toward the New Orleans roasted wings beside his hand.

The portable Jin Zita carried by Zhou Yun flashed briefly; his arm had been enhanced.

At the same time, the Phantom Thief DX suit had also enhanced Zhou Yun's speed, but he had not had time to insert the acceleration spring, yet that hand's speed was far beyond the limits of the human species.

"Ah!!!!"

The Lockheart Scarab instantly electrocuted the neurons of Hylandri Veilwalker, causing her to let out a scream; her speed immediately slowed by a margin.

Zhou Yun's hand was able to keep up, quickly snatching the New Orleans roasted wing back from Hylandri Veilwalker's grasp.

Caught red-handed, Hylandri Veilwalker let out an awkward yet polite laugh.

"Ouch, isn't this Lord Zhou Yun? May you be auspicious?"

"Oh, are you eating?"

Hyndra Veilwalker crossed her arms, shifted her slender body backward, and bowed to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun, slightly stunned, stuffed the New Orleans roasted wing into his mouth.

Seeing Zhou Yun's expression, Hyndra Veilwalker also scratched her head in confusion.

"Is what I said not authentic?"

"I read it in the Black Library; the way your local Old Terrans speak is exactly like this!"

"Listen to my accent; it is truly authentic!"

Saying this, Hyndra Veilwalker raised her thumb and mimicked a one-armed giant spin.

No errors, one sentence, one release, one content, all in one read!

While speaking, she silently reached her hand toward another box of roasted wings in Zhou Yun's visual blind spot.

Zhou Yun gave her a dirty look, picked up a roasted wing, and handed it to her.

"A stinky off-world Eldar begging for food in front of us Old Terrans."

Hyndra Veilwalker chuckled, lifted her mirror helm slightly to reveal her lips, and devoured the roasted wing in three quick bites.

Zhou Yun shook the Gourmet Tablecloth in his hand slightly, and over a hundred bottles of alcohol instantly appeared upon it.

"Share it among the brothers of the 184th Regiment," Zhou Yun said, looking at Xiang Xiang Leina.

The Gourmet Tablecloth could indeed conjure food out of thin air, but this also consumed Zhou Yun's savings.

For instance, the alcohol conjured just now was already considered quite low-grade; a single bottle still cost eight hundred, and one hundred bottles instantly consumed over eighty thousand. This price could buy a famous sword, Dian Guang Wan.

In Zhou Yun's view, the Asford warriors of the 184th Regiment were undoubtedly his own people.

They had fought rat-men and the Tyranid swarm with him in the Hive City, resisted Chaos alongside Xiang Xiang Leina on Cadia, and campaigned in the cold mist of Krassus.

And when leaving Cadia and evacuating from the Iron Necron, they had only carried the rations and protein bars necessary to sustain life.

They had given so much; Zhou Yun believed he should let these old brothers eat better.

But what made Zhou Yun feel slightly guilty was that even with the Gourmet Tablecloth, he could at most provide the Asford people of the 184th Regiment with compressed biscuits, instant noodles, braised eggs, and cheap alcohol.

After all, the number of people in an entire regiment was too large; the cost of supplying food in such quantity was too great.

However, the warriors of the 184th Regiment ate quite happily.

Especially when they discovered that these foods not only had quite good flavors but also did not attack them upon opening.

Compared to the extremely terrible-tasting ration packs, or the completely tasteless protein bars, and the ant-beef cans that had a probability of counter-killing the chef upon opening, the food Zhou Yun provided to them seemed so human.

Zhou Yun pondered that perhaps he should exchange for some items that would allow them to cultivate crops and raise animals themselves; after all, there were still some old Litlin people in the squad, and their cooking skills were sufficient to turn any normal or slightly abnormal food into a delicacy.

Xiang Xiang Leina nodded slightly, lifted the hundred bottles of alcohol with her psychic power, and walked toward the lower deck of the Spirit Bone Warship.

Zhou Yun then turned his gaze to Hyndra Veilwalker.

"When will Slaughterous come to redeem you?" Zhou Yun asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"The Laughing God, that old one, has read but not replied," Hyndra Veilwalker emitted a dry laugh.

Hyndra Veilwalker's consciousness could connect to the Black Library and sense the will of the Laughing God.

But... but the Laughing God ignored him, completely failing to respond to Hyndra Veilwalker.

Hearing Hyndra Veilwalker's words, Zhou Yun felt slightly strange; the Laughing God had not replied?

He casually took the Right-Wrong Divination Machine out of his four-dimensional pocket to confirm.

He discovered that the Laughing God indeed had not responded.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but stroke his chin.

Could it be that Hyndra Veilwalker alone was not enough for Slaughterous to care about?

There were still quite a few Harlequins in the Spirit Bone ships nearby.

Should he tie them all up?

Just then, the Spirit Bone spaceship suddenly transmitted a short vibration.

In front of the fleet, the webway composed of light began to change.

Yvraine, standing at the prow, raised the Old Mother's Sword in her hand; a burst of psychic fire erupted from her sword, tearing a rift in the void.

Dry highland gales blew forth from within.

(End of this chapter)