Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

Of course, the cost is also high. After all, once the cannons roar, gold is worth a fortune, and the expenses of military operations are not low at all.

If this land-based ship weren't primarily a transport vessel capable of recouping its costs through transport operations, the maintenance alone would constitute the Xia Group's biggest bad debt.

However, the arrival of the Aretosha also resolved the biggest difference and gap between the Xia Group and the top-tier groups in Terra: they did not have their own fleet of land-based ships and armed warships.

Therefore, they are considered by companies like Thor to be merely a bottom-tier or top-tier second-rate group among first-class companies.

[PS]

The Aretosha patrol ship ojpg

Chapter Fifty-Two: Startled Awake from Deathbed

Chapter 52

Chernobog, an eastern Ursus city, is an ancient Ursus city built entirely on the ruins of an ancient mobile city, especially its core area.

Layer upon layer of decks, along with various illegal buildings and makeshift shacks constructed over the past century, form a maze-like structure. No one knows what lies beneath the upper decks.

Ancient shelters, abandoned cabins from antiquity, slums from modern times, and modern transport decks and sewers are all intertwined and piled up in a chaotic and irregular manner. Even with the original city government blueprints, it would be impossible to find a way forward.

Only the rats that live underground year-round know how to navigate these paths. At the very bottom of the deck is Chernobog's power core, a system that no one knows how to maintain, and of course, it doesn't need maintenance.

At the lowest deck, the stench of rotting corpses haunted the pipes, and the faint light from overhead flickered in and out under the ventilation fans. This was a paradise for "rats," whether they were real rats or people being treated like rats.

“I’ve never felt comfortable here…” The operator in the Yeti outfit gripped her weapon tightly. “Malice is everywhere.”

"Don't speak, pass through quietly," the man codenamed Ace whispered. "We have our mission." The group walked through the dark underground passage, with rats lurking at both ends staring intently at them.

The uniform professional equipment seemed to make them hesitate, unsure whether to take action. Rats living underground often only have one chance; once they fail, the only outcome is death.

"The elevator's not far..." Kal'tsit, shrouded in a thick cloak, loosened her hat. "Get these guys out of here!"

The monster clinging to the spine crawled out of the collar, and the Originium particles in the air quickly gathered, forming a demonic shape before disappearing into the darkness. Soon after, the screams and cries of the rats could be heard.

The so-called elevator is an ancient lift with an unknown history. Almost every era of Terra machinery can be found on it, with cables intertwined with old gear chains. The newest feature is a door lock that requires card authentication.

"Beep—" The old ID card was affixed to the machine, and the door opened.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time." The operators filed in, leaving two to guard the area.

It must be said that Lao Xia equipped the Yetis with very complete gear. Under the illumination of the high-lumen tactical flashlight, the shadows in the darkness did not dare to show their faces at all.

No one would think that the strangely shaped guns in their hands were just toys. In this kind of lower-level city, no weapon is a toy. Bluffing is useless. The corpses that died due to misjudgment almost filled the lowest level of the abandoned corpse area.

This is the location of the suspension system near the mobile city's walking mechanism. Once a body is thrown down here, it will disappear between the huge tracks and machinery, and then be easily crushed during the migration, becoming one with the soil, and no one will be able to find it again.

The elevator continued downwards and soon arrived at the lowest level of the entire mobile city. Compared to the filth and chaos above, this place was relatively clean.

The passageway is made of high-strength polymer. Although it still bears obvious signs of time, the water that leaked down from above left yellowish streaks on the walls, and the floor was pitted and covered with dust and a little moss.

There was complete silence, not a sound, except for the crisp sound of Kal'tsit's high heels on the floor, as if walking through a long corridor of echoes, which was somewhat eerie.

"Beep—" The arched door at the end of the corridor opened, revealing the decontamination passage behind it. The ancient machinery had long since lost its function, and the nozzles on the wall only emitted a few strained roars, without spraying out any decontamination liquid.

"Ace" "Understood—" The disinfection procedure was not executed, and the error kept looping, causing the terminal gate to never open. However, this did not stop the group.

The burly operative pulled out a crowbar, skillfully wedged it into the door crack, and forcefully pried the door open. Judging from the smoothness of the pry and the obvious deformation on the door, this was not their first time doing this.

Behind the door was a circular hall surrounded by bright windows, offering a neat and slightly futuristic cityscape. However, judging from the occasional flashing stripes, it was just a pre-recorded scene.

In the center of the hall is a massive, pillar-like structure, with thick pipes and cables tangled together like a spider web; this is the core that supplies power to the entire mobile city.

Below the device is a ring of hibernation chambers arranged in a petal-like pattern. Most of them are covered in dust and severely damaged, but one of them still has a green light on.

"drop--"

"Detected, Senior Research Director, Kal'tsit..."

"Open the pod." "Executing hibernation termination procedure." The hibernation pod slowly opened, revealing a human body inside that looked like a mosquito wrapped in amber, with layers of healing gel covering him.

"Take the Doctor with you, let's go out and contact the ground team to prepare transportation. We'll return to Rhodes Island as quickly as possible."

Kal'tsit gave the order, her gaze falling on the device above the hibernation pod, something she hadn't quite understood before.

Although the documents and descriptions unearthed indicate that this was a "home-use medical device" used by the ancient inhabitants of the past, the energy output level clearly exceeds the concept of a home-use device.

Having dealt with Lao Xia's group quite a bit, she has gradually come to understand some of the techniques and devices used by the ancient people.

For example, "home therapy device" refers to the hibernation chamber shown in the bottom circle, which may have actually been a portable medical pod for home use in the past.

After all, Old Xia's workshop also has something with a different design but similar function.

The mobile city is actually powered by the backup power source of this ancient clinic, or rather, hospital: two sets of fusion generators. Similarly, Old Xia has several more, and even Kal'tsit knows how to refuel them.

"I wonder how much fuel is left..." Perhaps the ancestors did not abandon it hastily when they left, but rather evacuated in an orderly manner.

The fuel tanks on the walls were almost completely full, but the green lights on most of the fuel rods had disappeared, indicating that the nuclear fuel inside had been completely exhausted.

“If…” Kal’tsit looked at the wall full of unfamiliar devices and hesitated for a moment. What would happen if all these spare fuel rods were pulled out? Especially those that still had remnants supplying the two reactors that were already overloaded.

"Could the whole city suddenly lose power?" Chernobog is one of the few cities directly under the Emperor, or rather, a newly rich city belonging to the Emperor's faction. It is mainly based on new industries and is also a place where the infected are severely oppressed. Their new industries rely most on this almost inexhaustible energy source.

They encountered few obstacles on the way back, after all, Kal'tsit had arranged a full support team.

Moreover, the equipment has been upgraded to the technological weapons provided by Lao Xia, and there are some audacious guys who want to take a gamble.

After all, the average lifespan of those living here is probably only two or three years. Death might sometimes be a relief for them; rationality simply doesn't exist in some people's minds.

The feeling of dying soon after being starving for several days, without finding a way to get some food or something to exchange for food, is something that people who spend their days in front of a computer, eating their fill and pointing fingers, don't understand.

So, when they left, there were several emaciated corpses at the elevator entrance, as well as some weapons made from scrap metal and parts. These attackers had all been dealt with by the Snow Rabbit rifle; the power of the tower-type thermal rounds was devastating to unprotected human bodies.

Snowfield, Rhodes Island Dockyard, Medical Department. Today was another easy day. The only person who came for treatment this morning was a farmhand who broke his leg. He was on his way to take care of cloudberries when he rolled down the slope and broke his leg.

Compared to the frequent workplace injuries sustained a few days ago while assisting with the processing of parts for the Aretosha's modification, this injury was relatively easy to treat. Dr. Warfarin set the patient's bone, put on a cast, and the morning's work was over. The patient could now relax in the office for a while.

The number of injured and sick people on the farm is quite large, perhaps even more than in some cities.

After all, many infected people in the city cannot afford medical treatment, but here, both infected people and ordinary people generally have some spare money to see a doctor.

As a result, the number of patients seeking medical treatment increased exponentially. During the cold snap in spring, the medical department on Rhodes Island was packed with people suffering from colds. In order to prevent an outbreak of influenza, the medical staff had to implement isolation measures.

In summer, several workers were brought in from time to time from the workshop suffering from heatstroke; in autumn, they were bitten by poisonous insects; and during harvest, they were cut by leaves. In winter, there were eight hundred cases of frostbite and alcohol poisoning.

In addition, there are workplace injuries, falls, fights, and food poisoning from eating mushrooms, which are common throughout the year.

According to Dr. Warfarin's experience, these patients are found in most cities in Ursus.

Basically, they are simply carried away, and the family members either give up treatment or stay at home for a few days to wait for their own immune system to fight it off.

Especially in summer, when girls wear light and pretty dresses, we see several guys with bruises and swelling every day, making you exclaim, "They're so damn energetic!"

People infected elsewhere don't have this much energy; they have to do everything they can just to survive.

"What a peaceful day—" From the window of the medical office, one can see the farm in the distance. The infected warlock is operating a simple Originium machine, scattering something across the fields. Colorless and odorless smoke drifts into the fields, killing pests, insect eggs, and weed seeds blown by the wind, preparing for the next planting.

Further away, thick smoke billowed from the chimneys of a food processing street, processing the harvested wheat and rice into bread, rice noodles, and various brewed products. Amiya Logistics' movers were bundling a large box of black bread, which was needed by towns in the Helag region and cities in south-central Ursus, as well as some goods ordered by merchants from towns under Duke Kosichear's command in the east.

Farm-grown rye bread, known for its quality and affordability, is popular because it uses whole wheat flour, including husk flour, and is flavored with a small amount of dried raspberries.

Of course, it tastes worse than the large bread made with tema, but its strange flavor, which is improved by grinding the bran and husk powder instead of adding sawdust, is also a major feature.

Along with "Red Dragon Vodka," which is also made from potatoes from the same farm, it is listed as one of the two daily necessities that make an Ursus man complete. The shipment volume is so large that it is almost exceeding the farm's production capacity.

To meet everyone's needs, Talulah even considered using Old Xia's organic sauce synthesizer to do this, directly synthesizing food nutrients.

For example, starch and protein are things that the Covenant can produce—but this is no longer simply a supply issue.

Just as many hybrid crops are not actually produced for human consumption but for industrial use, thus freeing up excess capacity to produce those delicious but low-yield crops, this synthetic technology in the Covenant is indeed for emergency and purely industrial use.

Of course, Covenant agricultural products are relatively expensive, and the production end only accounts for less than 1/5 of the cost. Of the remaining 4/5, more than half is in the transportation end. Imagine the cost of a watermelon being delivered to you from 20 light-years away through a stargate, a jump that takes 70 hours.

Even on agricultural planets where it's native, there's so much of this stuff that you could feed it to pigs. On consumer planets, it still costs over 5 star coins per pound, especially in places that are really far away, where the price might double.

As for synthetic food... well, to put it another way, it's more like the reaction of, "What? I can only eat synthetic food now? Is this colony going to go bankrupt?!"

After all, reality isn't a game of StarCraft... People always strive to be different in order to achieve self-realization. Expecting them to tolerate "efficiency" like game NPCs is like expecting them not to eat at all.

After staring blankly at the farm work for a while, the silver-haired, petite doctor picked up the thermos on the table and walked to the device in the corner. This "blood-making machine" was something she had forcibly dragged from the blood bank under the pretext of making it convenient to test blood types and match blood on-site.

Of course, it is indeed used in daily blood matching work, and in order to prevent blood clotting, it is also equipped with a full set of blood transfusion and shock heating equipment, which can give patients the best blood transfusion experience.

The doctor skillfully pulled out a separate tube from the equipment, connected it to a homemade pressurizing device, and aimed the small nozzle at the end at the cup. "Hiss!"

The pressurized blood rushed into the thermos, filling the air with an extremely pungent, rusty smell, as if someone had opened a slaughterhouse there.

"A little anticoagulant, 1.5mg of Originium coagulant, and a little more..." The action resembled brewing tea, adding chemicals to prevent the blood from quickly coagulating into blood curd, while filtering out the Originium particles and leaving a layer of sediment at the bottom of the cup.

The doctor lifted the filter and flung all the settled Originium particles and the gelatinous components from the blood into the medical waste bin. After feeling it was about right, he took a glass rod, stirred it, and took a small sip. "Hmm, type O blood is smoother than type AB. High-glycemic blood tastes very sweet, and it doesn't have that disgusting, greasy taste of those fat guys' blood..."

The Blood Demon Doctor sat back down at her desk. Now that her desires were satisfied, she looked just like any other doctor, with a beautiful face, fair skin, and a quiet demeanor.

It must be said that the installation of this device has greatly reduced the number of times doctors have been forced to undergo blood addiction treatment while hanging on the bridge. It has also made the number of times she has tried to attack Rhodes Island operators and send them to the examination table extremely small. Most of the time, she can obtain their consent in a reasonable manner before doing so. Of course, if they refuse, she will still forcibly kidnap them.

The only problem is that equipment wear and tear has increased by 300% and the consumption of raw materials for tissue culture hematopoiesis has more than doubled. There are strange, inexplicable, and unnatural losses that no one dares to ask or say anything about.

"Doctor, emergency! Come quick!"

"I'll be right there, send me the patient's information..." The doctor took a deep breath, his restless desires instantly subsiding. He then screwed on the cap, put on his white coat, and rushed out.

For a blood demon, satisfying its desires completely would result in at least one death. If it wanted to be completely satiated and had no desire to drink blood for several days, the number of people it could kill would be simply outrageous.

However, on Rhode Island, "completely satisfying one's desires" means having a cup of water from a 1L thermos, while "completely being full" means drinking eight cups of this kind of large thermos a day, just like a normal person drinks water.

Forget about the idea of ​​drinking blood; after testing other Blood Demons, they were in the same state as the old monk—"without any worldly desires."

"Patient's condition!?"

"The situation is relatively stable at the moment, but if we don't provide immediate emergency care..."

Who is the patient?

"PhD!"

"Pfft!" Warfarin almost slipped and fell to the floor. "That old cat finally wants to let this guy out?"

"Don't ask so many questions, doctor..."

"Yes, prepare the operating room and ICU immediately!"

Chapter 53 Demon

Chapter 53