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Chapter 341 Catachan Demon Sashimi

The Catachan fortress is very special. They built those heavy metals on the vast plains, but the plains of Catachan do not mean "safety".

Openness does not mean that human weapons will be invincible. Not to mention the Catachan dark bats that are enough to cover the sky and the sun, even the lichens on the mantle can secrete enough mucus to rot concrete.

This is Catachan, a huge biological warfare experimental site. Even the ant bull, known as the top predator in the galaxy, cannot survive here. The harshness of the environment is obvious.

The Catachans have fortresses built all over the world of Catachan, each of which was cleared during humanity's Dark Age of Technology through regular nuclear bombings and mass extinction viruses.

Those "plains" were the scars left on the mad world of Catachan by the full force of the universe's most advanced war equipment.

Even looking down at the starry sky, the wounds left by mankind's greatest technology have become no longer clear after thousands of years.

And for Catachan, twenty thousand years probably passed faster than a minute.

The original pioneers thought they could conquer the world, but the reality is that humanity's most elite pioneer mechas are just children's toy cars to Catachan.

In the end, only the most resilient survived.

They are the Catachans.

They are considered part of the food chain by Catachan. The fortress on Catachan is not so much a victory for humanity as it is a tacit approval of humanity's "nesting" behavior by the world of Catachan.

Like a bee or ant nest.

Now the place had uninvited visitors, Taylor's soldiers entering from one side, through areas that had been reduced to char by toxins and bombing.

At the same time, the edges of the plain are burned regularly every day to ensure that vines or plants do not grow in front of them.

The good news is that, thanks to the Emperor, those plants are still carbon-based organisms.

Cell walls require water and cells to maintain, and fire can destroy their body capabilities, otherwise the last home of mankind will be destroyed.

The price is that for a long time, an unpleasant carbonized and burnt brown smell has been permeating the area near human settlements.

It's like a forest burned.

The vehicle's tracks made an unpleasant clacking sound as Ferenstein moved across the soil, layers of solidified carbon and ground that had become as rocky and sterile due to toxins and radiation.

Like the sound of death.

Taylor now looked with a bit of embarrassment at the young Catachan warrior in front of him, who was looking down at his sword.

It was learned that his father was a Catachan soldier who left his hometown, and even in Catachan, those who could join the Imperial Guard were still the best soldiers.

His father was a trap master who had single-handedly slain Catachan demons, and according to the young man, his father left him when he was about the age of a standard Terran four.

Catachans are raised in groups, with Spartan education, and only the children of top warriors are allowed to spend their childhood with their fathers.

He's clearly one of those lucky guys.

But even so, his only memory of his father was how beautiful and sharp his Catachan knife was.

Because that's what the Catachans believe!
Now he returned the chainsword to Taylor and said, "It seems you are a better hunter than my father."

Taylor said guiltily. "I probably don't. I'm just luckier than him."

The young man replied, "Survival is everything, no matter what means you use."

"He died, you lived, you defeated the enemy who defeated him, and you took your spoils."

He spoke indifferently, without much fluctuation in his tone, as if he was used to it, as if the deceased had no blood relationship with him at all.

Rather, the word "father" seems a bit insignificant, perhaps a word brought to the Catachans by outsiders, perhaps a relic of the Dark Ages, like the dirt on those scarlet Catachan red ribbons, which will disappear with a single wipe.

The young warrior climbed out of Frenstein at this moment and waved at the metal fortress. When the people above confirmed the identity of the visitor, the metal door slowly opened.

At first glance, this place doesn't look much different from the common fortresses in the Empire, and in fact it is. It is hard to imagine that the Catachans were born in such an environment.

But Taylor realized that there were no young children here, but only soldiers and reserve soldiers, and basically no elderly people.

When Frenstein entered the fortress, they were surrounded by people like some strange thing.

They were basically all heavily bronzed, with short hair, muscular and sharp, but still far inferior to the warriors Taylor had seen.

They were not as xenophobic and harsh as the Military Affairs Department or outsiders imagined. Instead, they took the initiative to bring food.

It's just that those wriggling white pieces of meat make it hard to think of them as food.

Taylor asked the soldiers worriedly, "What is this?"

A Catachan said sternly. "Catachan demon."

Taylor swallowed and said, "No need to heat it?"

The young Catachan warrior asked. "What's heating?"

The Catachan veteran nearby said, "Heating is a method used by the gentle aliens. I've heard some Martians who've come here say that."

"Those cyborgs with so little flesh that they don't even care about plants told me that the Catachans' short lifespan is related to the raw food they eat."

"I think they're talking nonsense. Isn't anything roasted over fire just charcoal?"

He picked up the piece of white raw meat that was almost as thick as his fist, cut off a whole piece with a Catachan knife, and swallowed it whole, leaving the gourmet Taylor stunned.

As a "northerner", he has always been averse to eating raw food, and heavyweights like Catachan demons are probably much more stimulating than ant beef.

He looked at the wriggling white flesh with a slight hesitation, then sighed.

"Okay, I know this thing is edible, so I guess dinner can wait until later. Our top priority right now should be preparing for war."

"war?"

This word is like a drop of water falling on the frozen lake, causing ripples.

The "hospitable" Catachans shed their savage skins and quickly invited Taylor to their headquarters.

Because even if they were Catachan, they knew it very well.

When an outsider comes here and speaks the word war in Gothic, it means that the Emperor needs them.

What's more, Taylor is a famous imperial hero and can be considered the spokesperson for the Emperor's will.

The world is chaotic and crazy now, but the Catachans know that his promise is the only one in the universe that cannot be betrayed.

The Emperor came here during the Great Crusade.

They have not forgotten those scenes to this day and have kept them in their hearts.

And Taylor had to thank the Emperor again.

To save myself from the fate of eating Catachan devil sashimi...

(End of this chapter)