Across the starry battlefield of System #81, the aroma of Old Guo’s Slow-Braised Fire-Worm Over Rice drifted right through the open visors of the 100,000 Elite Golden-Crow Warriors.
Several thousand chariot soldiers who had been marching since dawn without breakfast involuntarily swallowed their saliva.
“General...” a young chariot captain in the front row whispered, sniffing the air as his stomach let out a loud gurgle. “Are... are they really braising our sacred Star-Eating Fire Worms with soy sauce and star-anise? Why does it smell ten times better than the Ancestral Nest’s royal banquet?”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”
Great General Jin Xiao’s roar shook the starry void as veins bulged like earthworms across his forehead.
He stared at the hundred orange-vested Void Whales patting their round bellies, then at the crates of Grade A5 Boneless Fire-Worm Sirloin stacking up neatly behind Pei Xuan’s train, and finally at the Ancient Void Whale King, who was still tapping its brass vacuum snout and begging him for more worms.
Ten thousand years of the Golden-Crow Sun Clan’s terrifying reputation as the overlords of the hundred solar systems had just been slurped up like a bowl of cheap street noodles! If Jin Xiao retreated back to System #91 after losing all 1,000 Fire Worms in under three minutes without even scratching a single pipe on Pei Xuan’s boiler, the Patriarch wouldn’t just execute him—the Patriarch would roast his soul in the Nine-Sun Furnace for a million years!
