“There is only one way to find out whether they taste more like crispy duck or river shrimp,” Pei Xuan said with a bright laugh, stepping back up onto the bridge of the Dry-Well Express No. 1. “And that’s to fry up a hundred billion of them and let the whole sector vote!”
“Vote with our stomachs! I vote for both!” General Tie Zhan roared, banging his iron chest plate as he marched back toward his flagship cruiser. “All fifty thousand Civic Patrol Cruisers, form a ten-system construction screen! Escort the Void Whales and the rail-laying trains into Systems 41 through 50!”
“Wait, Lord Pei!” Elder Guan Shan hurried up the steps of the command car, his half-regrown left arm waving frantically. Even though he had just tasted how miraculous the locust meat was, fifty years of cautious governance made his scalp tingle. “The main swarms are currently resting around System #48, digesting the last of our planetary forests! If we fly into Systems 41 to 50 and plant new crops right now, the fragrance of fresh Spirit Qi will draw at least a hundred billion Star-Locusts straight toward us! Even a Rank 8 cultivator’s hands would cramp up before killing one percent of a swarm that big!”
