In Warhammer, I am Ultraman Noah

The black market here is not like what Ryan imagined in those movies and TV shows. It is dark and noisy. Everyone wears cloaks to cover their faces, making it look like a gathering of unknown religious people.

The entrance that Hatak took them into was just one of the entrances to the black market. After walking through the winding tunnel, a platform built in a stone cave in front is a natural exhibition area.

"There are 437 platforms like this. Going further inside is a lawless place. For your safety, we will just walk around outside. Sometimes the things outside are actually more valuable, and those inside are places that people with special needs will go to."

Hatak said respectfully. After all, those rare contraband items are only very important to those who have needs. For wandering merchants, involving these items will put them in danger. It is better to deal with common goods that are circulated all over the galaxy.

Even if they are caught at that time, because everyone does this, they will not be punished much, but only need to pay some fines.

The whole place looked shabby, like the set of a sci-fi interstellar merchant movie in the 1980s.

Damn, is it true that there is nothing high-tech in this era after the Golden Age? It's all this rough style.

Among these not-so-glamorous goods, what is surprising is that some things that are obviously inedible can also be sold as food.

Although I don't have a certain understanding of the living standards of humans in the Warhammer universe, when I saw with my own eyes that those things can be used as food, I still felt that it was incredible.

After all, on the home planet of the Seventh Terra, even if the technology is backward, at most the food is within the cognition of the Emperor.

"Don't look at it, this thing is alive, you haven't been corrupted by it many times." Luluta's voice came from the sound device worn under her neck. Obviously, the people there had no means to hide their identities. "On a certain planet, it was even bought by some thieves. But they were slow to bring it back. Two days ago, a team of space warriors destroyed this block. If you were slow, you would have been blown up here with them. It's really strange to say, how did you realize that they all look like humans?" Then looking back, it was Guagua who could stuff humans into his mouth and ate the arm of the eighth-generation species, burping with satisfaction. It was not a bad seed at first glance, and it was also a part of a green plant. It might not be able to grow it alive after going back to study it. If you can eat a whole infected species, you will definitely be able to identify less worthless information. "Damn it, the hair of the expanded bread will be digested by gastric acid, but it will expand limitedly outside the alveoli until it penetrates the skin and grows out to wrap the whole person, and the body of the person in front will become a new expanded bread. But the expanded bread you use for food is parasitic on wild animals, and no one will take it to parasitize the human body and resell it. After all, the human body is too big, and it can't be made in a period of time." I held the arm of an eighth-generation chicken thief in one hand and took the green spore with the other hand to retreat to the Caliban jungle of the Seventh Terra. It is estimated that the white and dark angel is also here to find my father's whereabouts. The emperor doesn't care if there is anything in Durya that can kill a veteran of the founding group. Because I haven't seen it clearly with my experience, Luluta is a chicken thief infected person who hides his identity. Although he got rid of the control of people because of the death of the patriarch. Disguise yourself in various ways, but my father should be able to distinguish it. When Tang Biao was about to be disappointed, I finally noticed a hint of green. It was this kind of lively plant spore, very pure, without any visual problems. Eating that kind of thing is both important and unimportant in the Warhammer world. It is important because it is the basic life need of all races.

Ryan observed: "My dear, that thing looks like a pea, and it also looks like a sapling. You know what it will look like before it matures."

"Why do you think he is not a member of this thief clan? It's just that before the original species died, he was able to get rid of control and cut up the most obviously mutated thing under him."

Tang Biao was helpless with those so-called eaters, and it was difficult for those people. He found a way to eat those monsters, and there was no risk of killing himself.

Monqueen said that thing with expression, and deliberately lifted the root of the expanded bread, indicating that pinching it would be able to block the esophagus and prevent these hair tentacles from touching the trachea.

Tang Biaoying slapped the bottom of the box and said:

Tang Biaoying slowly found someone to clear all the stalls of Lulu Tower. Tang Biao held the big bottle and looked at the green spores that seemed to have grown a little hair outside. It was very hateful.

Damn, are they afraid of some aliens or even space viruses coming from outside?

In the past, if something happened, citing the name of a low lord could save a lot of trouble.

Just now, Big John came over and said that Guagua ate this arm and got some information.

"You deliver it yourself. If they use these sneaky tricks outside, you will kill them all."

It is certain that they can find a way to restrain each other, which is definitely bad news for humans.

"My little man, that arm is not similar to Guagua's lower eight limbs."

The Emperor ignored these so-called food goods, looked at Luluta, and said:

Qi Ming, I will regularly return to the subspace to adjust the mechanical base, and by the way, use the subspace communication to fine-tune the size of the Star Torch.

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Forget it, I have already raised a golden chicken to keep for the future infection of the real Tyranids.

As one of the top scientists in human history, Qi Ming is also very interested in such strange things.

"But when you put it in the stomach, you must aim at the esophagus, otherwise it will be blocked in the trachea and run out of the lungs. If so-"

"I am sure you are here to do business, so please go somewhere else." Luluta didn't mean to get entangled at all, and was also angry, and directly advised us to leave.

But it is indeed important, because in that fucking environment, as long as you can put it in your mouth, you will die immediately, and then the things that fill your stomach will be regarded as food.

"My dear, there is no place like the Seventh Terra where you can eat unusual food." Monqueen explained, "In fact, those things can provide the necessary plant fiber, can also fill your stomach, and taste good."

The Emperor remembered that guy and laughed loudly.

When I stuff myself outside the Star Torch in the future, I will have a better control over the energy. Now that I have a flexible consciousness, I can take a step back to determine the guiding role of the Star Torch for the human empire as soon as I wander inside the Star Torch.

"That is the specialty of the planet Shao Shao Longer, expanded bread. It is not poisonous, but if you stuff it outside your stomach for a day, it can last for a month. When the time comes, pull it out and find a new land to bury it, and you can take it out and continue to use it after a few days."

Tang Biaoying carried the box with one hand, sometimes protecting the interests of his father.

Hatak waited inside for a long time, but he didn't see Luluta come out.

It seems that the thing is not rotten and full, but it can't be used as a seed to reproduce and grow the main body of the plant.

If the two sides breed each other and breed a super warboss, or a weaker Tyranid fleet, then humans should just go to bed.

Although the war between the Zerg and the Orks led to the birth of more degenerate abilities on both sides, in a sense, that war also prevented the Zerg from eroding the Empire.

Monquin saw at a glance that the Space Marine without the regiment mark was right, and quickly brought up the name of the Seventh Terra.

"The living arm of the eighth generation species, you got it with great difficulty. If they are willing to collect that thing together, you can't give a 40% discount on the goods later."

"Then it can even be traced back to the battle of Octavius. Haven't the greenskins been able to stop the Zerg from connecting to the will of the hive?"

At the same time, following the traces of the Emperor, Tang Biaoying, who had just retreated into the ground camp of the wandering merchants, Lulu Tower, felt that his father's whereabouts were getting more and more strange.

"Does the White and Dark Angel want to ask you for an explanation?"

The young merchants in the White Market are all attached to the same fleet of roving merchants and have a fixed place to live.

Before returning to the Seventh Terra with those things, Tang Biao met Longfeis, who informed him of Hatak's arrival alone.

There must be no secrets in it. I will catch that damn alien and chop it up later!

Since the Seventh Terra belongs to my father, I can eat any loss.

And at this moment, looking at the lively juice bugs and the rotten mushrooms with the smell of garlic leaves in front of me, Tang Biao really wants to confirm whether those things are Chaos creations?

The former knelt on one knee, put the box under his shoulder on the ground, and said loudly:

"Father, you need you."

Ryan said loudly, very interested in the arm.

But I still saw what the emperor brought back, and I couldn't help but want to crush it.

The emperor has not yet set his expectations, at most finding a food standard that looks like an evil plant and can be eaten.

The moment before, a strange psychic wave erupted from Guagua's "cerebellum", just like a set of information codes, but it was an intercepted code and could not be sent out, and was intercepted by Tang Biao.

My patience was sometimes broken, and I rushed back to the camp, and saw Monqueen and several guys preparing to close the box with the broken Luluta.

The emperor did not think that he buried the green spores. After all, Luluta was telling the truth. Several buyers in the future thought that the thing was a rare green plant, but nothing grew after planting it.

The more important thing was to show off his face in front of the supreme lord and pave the way for our previous business activities in the empire.

If the living conditions of the green spores are so harsh, there will not be such a small number that can fill the battle line of an entire planet. Spores that come out no matter how they are planted seem to be a protection mechanism, and things outside may be worthless.

When the emperor thought about stuffing that thing out of his mouth, he felt as if his throat was stretched open by something, and it itched.

Monqueen was going to take Luluta to the Seventh Terra to settle accounts, because except for one of the two groups of wandering traders who had not yet completed the soil transaction and headed to the Star Sea, only Monqueen's group was left, hoping to make fewer transactions with the Emperor.

"It seems that we can't find any food seeds outside, or we have to rely on the food originally brought from the Seventh Terra as seeds."

The entire platform was surrounded by vendors selling those strange foods. We only brought exhibition goods. There was no small amount of reserves in their respective warehouses and outside the merchant ships wandering in the space port.

Tang Biao narrowed his eyes and asked curiously, "What would happen if that were the case?"

"This, villain, that is the cargo sent to Seventh Terra. The emperor villain said that guy is an alien in disguise and he wants to arrest him and interrogate him personally."

Snapped!

The emperor said: "You bought all his goods, including the arm. You also want everything other than this big bottle. As for the price, Meng Quin, take it to settle the account."

The emperor said reluctantly: "At most, that thing looks worse than these disgusting things. He also hopes that your people will keep these things out of their mouths."

As long as no one is interested in buying it, we can bypass Duria's port and bring those creatures that have not passed the so-called quarantine to the surface of the planet.

When we came to the stall, the unknown gender merchant named Luluta casually pointed at these universal goods and gave a moderate price.

On that kind of inner platform, you can see very few weapons and even no wreckage.

Luluta's topic took Gerry far away, and then she pulled out an alienated arm limb from the box in front. There were no traces of wounds at the end of the limb. Luluta said in a mysterious tone:

If we create a light orc, the problem will be small. And since that thing grows outside my territory, I can solve the problem after everything gets out of control.

I pulled up a plant root system from under a vendor's stall that was even more disgusting than the sap bug I saw just now. It was entangled with endless, special hair-like tendrils that were still rolling around.

"No, there is no father out there, only a low lord." The emperor thought that Hatak must have had a twitch in his head, so he walked over and opened the box and looked at the unconscious Luluta.

Since he is willing to be a fan at the bottom of the hive world, he can only run out to make a living.

Over time, except for those who have no conditions, a small number of people actually pursue food standards, so that the things sold are more like super-version carrying equipment for survival in the wild, but like daily food.

Monquin is still very proud of his knowledge as a rogue trader. The plant roots under his hands are like living creatures, always trying to wrap themselves under my arms.

The arm was thrown to Guagua, and the green spores found a place to bury.

When Hatak carried the box and returned to Seventh Terra, the Emperor had just walked out of Caliban's solidified jungle, with a few fallen leaves still stained under his body.

It's wrong, it's a very bad research direction.

As for the glass bottle on the seat foot that Luluta stuffed into the bottom of her butt, there was an indifferent green on the outside.