Chapter 51: Can This Warship Be Repaired?

The convoy kicked up dust as it sped toward a direction away from the warship.

But this trip fetched not a single bit of supplies; instead it added two thousand mouths to a camp that was already underfed.

As for the warship, inside there was nothing edible at all, only endless strange ash.

Meanwhile, the locals stared curiously at the silent soldiers on the vehicle, known as Black Watch, wondering what they had gone through that the warship's edible provisions were completely devoured.

But the Black Watch, aside from Xisi, ignored everyone else, so the convoy could only haul this odd bunch toward its own camp.

In the middle of the convoy, Xisi alone occupied the spacious rear seat of the noblewoman's carriage, listening as the noblewoman ahead carefully introduced:

"So we have been cut off from the sector government for a long time; we only know that many nearby worlds seem to be plagued by Alien Form incidents."

"Also, although our area is small, after the cut‑off, the Low Nest cults inexplicably multiplied and appear to have been merged together."

"Even the Governor has locked himself in the Tower Top, completely ignoring what's below."

"It is said..."

The noblewoman's expression turned slightly mysterious; she glanced at her trusted aide beside her who could serve as driver, then leaned toward Xisi:

"It is said the Governor has also taken to the cult."

After all, the mysterious commander who could lift ten Oumia with one hand, the noblewoman chose to reveal every piece of information she knew.

When Xisi heard the unfamiliar name Oumia, after racking his brain repeatedly, he was certain it referred to an unknown, unheard‑of minor star system.

Going forward, whether contacting the sector government or finding a way back to space, he would need more information about this unfamiliar sector.

However, when Xisi tried to probe further, based on what the low‑ranking noblewoman knew, he could not extract any more.

He bowed his head in silence, unable to suppress a mutter:

"Even the Divine Emperor didn't give a clear answer!"

Having roughly grasped the situation of Oumia No. 3, on the surface it looked exactly like every Empire world caught in a warzone.

It is an unknown auxiliary satellite serving some forge world.

Outer space is embroiled in a war with no clear sides, and Nest City is suffused with cults whose loyalties are equally unknown.

Then, in a world full of illiterates, the higher‑ups spread warnings about civilians that no one cares about.

So it's possible that tomorrow this place will be wiped out by the Empire for various fucked‑up reasons, while today Empire workers are still pulling overtime to produce certain Empire‑required supplies.

Putting aside further questions, Xisi watched the world rushing backward outside the window, realizing he must first get into the Star Language Court within Nest City.

While Xisi was pondering, the convoy gradually arrived at a deserted flatland town—a city built on level ground rather than the stacked, illegal structures of Nest City.

Seeing this kind of city, Xisi finally pulled his attention back from planning his next move, even finding a rare sense of familiarity in the town.

After all, the roads were no longer winding and up‑and‑down, but the straight, flat ones he remembered.

At the spot where Xisi's group stopped, inside a massive building, countless civilians were lighting fires and cooking large amounts of hot food.

Upon alighting, following noble custom, the noblewoman proactively opened the door for Xisi.

While assisting Xisi out, the noblewoman introduced:

"We have prepared hot meals for everyone; please, sir, eat and rest now."

As she said, the noblewoman and Xisi entered the building, where a large spread of hot food was already laid out.

But looking around, the food turned out to be small starch blocks boiled in diluted nutrient solution.

He didn't know whether salt was added, but there was virtually no oil or fat.

Xisi blinked in slight surprise, and the noblewoman's face showed embarrassment, a bit flustered:

"Our contact with the sector has been cut for too long, so we truly cannot provide many supplies; we ask for your forgiveness, sir."

"But rest assured, sir, these starches are the purest natural… uh… biological starch, with absolutely no chemical waste added!"

The noblewoman spoke cautiously; Ana, hearing this, muttered softly, "Inefficient."

Xisi waved his hand, made a few casual pleasantries, and led everyone to sit down and eat.

At this point there was no courtesy or deference; not to mention they'd been cutting rations for two months, and the ship's meager stores were far from enough.

Even in this unfamiliar setting, Xisi needed to fill his own and his Black Watch's stomachs as much as possible to regain strength.

Seeing Xisi and the others eat without reservation, the noblewoman glanced at the surrounding civilians who were dry‑throating in envy, then gestured for the crowd not to disturb them.

Just as she intended to stay with Xisi until he finished, a sudden roar of engines outside drew the noblewoman away.

Her expression tightened, a flash of fear in her eyes, and she could no longer attend to Xisi, turning and stepping out the door.

Even though the door was shut, outside soon came a crowd of civilians screaming in terror, punctuated by occasional gunfire toward the sky.

Ana glanced outside, intending to ask Xisi whether to intervene, but when she looked back, not only Xisi but also Bunoke and Daiweiluo were solely focused on eating, shoveling every drop of starch‑rich hot porridge into their throats.

Seeing this, Ana kept silent; she didn't want to disturb these Demon Gods who had just emerged from Subspace after two months of cutting, but the other group outside thought otherwise.

Bang!

The main doors burst open, and a local defense force bearing the Chaos Eight-Point Star etched on their bodies marched straight in.

They then stared at the massive barrels of hot food inside, faces greedy:

"You said there was no food! Then what are these?!"

The commanding officer turned back, giving the noblewoman a teasing look, while the soldiers farther behind him, their faces flushed, pointed inside:

"Sir, there are people inside."

The commander muttered "Hm?" and looked back, then saw a group of strange elite Black Watch sitting quietly, with even an Astat among them.

When the commander caught sight of Daiweiluo, he nearly collapsed, but gritted his teeth and held on, because he saw clearly that not only the strange black‑clad soldiers inside, but even Daiweiluo himself, were waiting for a young man in Gilded Silver Armor to pick up the last stray starch block on the table and deliberately eat it.

Satisfied that no food was wasted, Xisi finally lifted his eyes.

As his gaze fell on the now‑mutinous Planetary Defense Force, the two thousand Black Watch all turned their heads, fixing their stare on the officer!

It's hard to say a look can kill a person, but the officer at the doorway and the accompanying mutinous defense troops felt their hearts truly stop beating under those gazes.

Then they watched the two thousand strange strangers, neatly set down their uncharged heat rifles, and drew their swords.

Although the Blessings lingering on these Black Watch had already surged into Xisi's Power Armor and Long Sword, he now remained merely a 'common mortal' who had endured a hundred Revelation‑level wars.

But when they picked up swords and witnessed all this, the Rebel Forces commander still felt as if they had instantly fallen into an ice cellar!

There was not even anything worth mentioning; when the last Planetary Defense Force soldier fell, the surrounding female Nobility and civilians had already become completely silent.

After all, anyone seeing two thousand people slaughter over ten thousand hot-weapon soldiers with cold weapons without injury would think they were hallucinating.

Only Xisi gazed at the nearby Nest City bristling with numerous gun emplacements, and the Star Language Garden found only on the Tower Top; Xisi, who had no heavy weapons, pondered for a moment and then spoke:

"Earlier you said this place was specially dedicated to producing materials for building warships for the world?"

The female Nobility had difficulty withdrawing their gaze from the Black Watch busy collecting ammunition; they nodded at Xisi, somewhat unable to react:

"Yes......"

Xisi, upon hearing that, turned around directly and pointed toward the direction where thick smoke continued to rise in the distance:

"Then can you repair this warship?"

Female Nobility, Daiweiluo, Bunoke: "???"

Ana: "!!!"

Ground tanks are vehicles, space battleships......

They should also be vehicles, right?