Hannibal's Culinary Lesson

The black Stormbird landed on Planet Four, and Nimrod and Hannibal stepped off the boarding deck.

Nimrod noticed that Hannibal's nose twitched.

"The meat tastes like fungi."

Nimrod looked at Hannibal's expression, which seemed to smell food, and spoke.

"You have a very keen sense of smell."

Hannibal's charming smile was tinged with a hint of gloom.

"Lecter is a world of food scarcity; Mads and I are always hungry."

"So, you understand, hungry people are always very sensitive to food."

Hannibal said somberly, "Lecter have too few Xenos; the Wheel of Fire is heaven."

Nimrod slightly and spoke to Arsena Dunn.

"Holographic scan image."

The Primarch's Attendants raised his left arm and operated the projector embedded in it, projecting a scan of Planet Four in front of the two Primarch.

"Lord Hannibal, Planet Four is the closest of the eight planets to its star. Due to gravity and other factors, the volcanoes on this world are extremely active."

"The land left fertile after volcanic eruptions brought minerals from the Earth's core to the surface, and human colonists established their own territories around these volcanoes, outside the eruption zone."

"After the Orks conquered this world, they also built their strongholds on what were originally human territory."

Hannibal looked at the unfolded holographic image and saw it covered with countless tiny points of light.

After highlighting sixteen of the points of light, the silver-haired Arsena continued.

"The Orks have sixteen large outposts, surrounded by numerous smaller outposts."

Nimrod, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

"Based on the situation on Planet Four, my cleansing plan is divided into two phases."

"The first phase involves capturing large Fortress, followed by a withdrawal from those Fortress."

During his voyage from Terra to the Wheel of Fire, Hannibal heard Suarez and Erlin describe the characteristics of the Ork.

Although the two company commanders had previously experienced smaller-scale battles, they still gained some understanding of the Ork.

Hannibal quickly understood Nimrod's tactical intentions after a moment's thought.

"After withdrawing from the large Fortress, the Orks from the surrounding smaller outposts will definitely flood into the large Fortress, and their fighting will consume a large number of Orks."

"That's right," Nimrod said approvingly, looking at Hannibal. "Once the Orks have decided on a winner, we can then launch an attack on them, who are already exhausted."

Nimrod didn't mention is that this tactic is only suitable for planets like Planet Four, where the number of Ork tribes is large, but not exceeding 100 million.

Ork will grow stronger in battle, and the victorious Ork Warboss will become much stronger, and his tribe will become even more powerful!

This is reflected in the future Octarius.

Nimrod decided to launch an offensive immediately after each stronghold was decided, rather than waiting for a unified leader to emerge.

He adopted this strategy because he was confident in his ability to contain potential threats.

Nimrod said to Hannibal, "In the first phase of the war over the past two months, my legions have already wiped out the three strongholds marked number one, four, and eleven."

Hannibal noticed that three Fortress in the hologram were green, while the other thirteen were red.

"In the second phase of the battle, my legion will launch an offensive against strongholds number three, thirteen, and fourteen."

"The Second Legion is in charge of the offensive on Outpost Two. According to the scan of the Auger Matrix, that outpost is the second largest Ork Fortress."

"Good."

Hannibal maintained his charming smile and readily agreed.

From Nimrod's arrangement, I understood his thoughts. Considering that he had just returned to the Imperium and needed a period of adjustment with the legion, he assigned me to be in charge of the offensive of only one stronghold.

However, considering his honor, he entrusted the largest of the remaining Fortress to the Second Legion.

Nimrod chatted with Hannibal for a while, both teaching him the basics of Imperium of Man and observing and understanding him.

The two Primarch were not separated until the Second Legion's landing ships completed their landing deployment.

Hannibal boarded the Stormbird and flew toward his legion.

Stormbird slowly descended, the Faceless Ones erupted in deafening cheers.

Suarez and Erlin had gathered all the adjutants and captains together, and Hannibal walked up to them.

His eyes swept over the crowd, and upon noticing that each of his offspring carried a steel-forged blade, he spoke with satisfaction.

"You have all been equipped with Bear-Hunting Knife as I requested."

"The primary principle of hunting is timing. When encountering powerful prey, it is not advisable to initiate a hunt at that moment, as the prey's resistance is very strong."

"We must launch a swift and relentless offensive, ruthlessly Weakening our prey until the real hunt begins."

Hannibal looked at Suarez and Erlin, who seemed lost in thought, and said with a smile.

"Set off as a team, and I will personally teach you what true hunting is."

"Tell every Faceless Ones that the one who performs best in the hunt will receive a delicious meal personally prepared by my chef."

Suarez and Erlin felt their throats water; the Primarch's food tasted far better than their rough-and-ready meal.

After the Second Legion assembled, Hannibal gave the order to attack the outer defenses of the stronghold.

He strode forward, walking at the very front of the line, raised his Bolter, and fired a bomb at the Ork.

The Faceless Ones followed the Primarch, raising his Bolter.

The Ork of bullets rained down on the charging orcs, blasting them to pieces.

Two minutes later, Hannibal turned on his Communicator and spoke into the Second Legion's Sonic Array channel.

"Remember, the best time to hunt is when half of the prey is dead; this is a conclusion drawn from Lecter's millennia of experience."

"When half the prey is dead, the least tasty ones have already been eliminated, leaving only the most delicious ones."

"Now, draw your Bear-Hunting Knife."

After Hannibal finished speaking, he first slung his Bolter over his shoulder and drew his Bear-Hunting Knife from his waist.

Like Planet Four, Lecter is also a mountainous world, but unlike Planet Four, it is covered in forests.

Hannibal, such an excellent hunter, preyed on bears in the forest.

When hunting, they use Bear-Hunting Knife.

The Bear-Hunting Knife is similar in appearance to the Old Terra hunting knife of the same name, with a curved blade that provides excellent cutting performance.

When a hunter is chopping, his hand remains balanced so that he doesn't lose his center of gravity and get bitten by his prey.

Hannibal glanced around at his sons, and seeing that they all had their swords drawn, continued speaking.

"The first step in hunting is choosing a target: its body proportions must be appropriate... its flesh should be firm and elastic..."

"None of these indicators are rigid; you must have your own standards for food."

Hannibal listed sixty-eight indicators in a row, explaining their use in relation to the Ork's bodies to aid in the creation of offspring.

He spoke very quickly, finishing his speech in just two minutes.

"Selecting the best prey in the blink of an eye is a huge challenge."

"Ensuring your objectives don't conflict with the Faceless Ones around you, and coordinating your attacks while hunting, is an even greater test."

"But this is something you must overcome to become a truly excellent food hunter."

As Hannibal spoke, he had already chosen his prey.

In the forests of Lecter, Hannibal honed his skills, becoming able to pinpoint the perfect prey from among thousands in an instant.

He wasn't the tallest or strongest Hannibal had ever seen, but he best fit Hannibal's culinary philosophy.

Hannibal spoke to the Faceless Ones via the communications network.

"Next comes the crucial step."

"This is a test of hunting knife skills; we cannot ruin the essence of the dish."

"We must end the life of our prey swiftly; this is the respect we owe to our food."

He licked his lips. "That's also a requirement for deliciousness. Frightened food will secrete hormones such as lactic acid, causing the meat to turn sour."

Hannibal emphasizes the importance of quickly ending the culinary Affliction while dodging the Ork's club.

He swung his Bear-Hunting Knife horizontally, sending the Ork's head flying.

To him, the Ork's armpits smelled the worst and tasted the worst.

But he learned from Suarez and Erlin that Ork were incredibly resilient, and that only by cutting off their heads could they be killed without damaging the rest of their bodies.

Hannibal continued on his way; one Ork was far from enough to satisfy his appetite.

He had never eaten to his heart's content. Seeing the Ork in front of him, his stomach growled with hunger; he needed more food.

Hannibal stopped after beheading five Ork.

He looked around and noticed that officers like Suarez were learning very quickly.

They all found their own favorite food, and even by his discerning gourmet standards, it was delicious.

They used Bear-Hunting Knife to complete the hunt, avoiding weapons such as Power Sword and Chainsword that could damage the food's tissues.

Their swift movements prevented the food from being startled, demonstrating the proper respect they deserved.

Hannibal switched communication channels and gave orders to the team of twenty chefs.

Hannibal's culinary team numbered 260, most of whom were from Lecter, with the rest being outstanding chefs he recruited from Terra.

They all took turns undergoing the reconstructive surgery to ensure that there were always twenty chefs cooking for him.

"Cook food!"

Twenty chefs, along with a thousand Apprentice, began cooking.

Wash, cut into pieces, slice the meat...

Everyone has a clear division of labor.

The aroma of fungi mingled with fresh meat filled the campsite, and the golden steaks glistened enticingly in the sunlight...

Hannibal pointed to the top performers one by one. "Suarez, Erlin..."

He selected over three hundred of his descendants. "You will enjoy the chef's delicious food with me."

The others will eat the food prepared by the Apprentice.

The legion's servants set up folding tables.

The tablecloth on the table was clean and white.

After washing his hands, Hannibal dried them with a white handkerchief.

After he sat down, he wrapped a white napkin around his neck.

Hannibal clasped his hands together and spoke to his sons.

"Before enjoying a meal, we should observe Holy Communion."

He lowered his head slightly. "Thank you the Emperor, for giving me an appetite; thank you, Ork, for being my food!"

Faceless Ones, follow the Primarch and partake in Holy Communion.

Hannibal smiled and picked up the knife.

"Now, let's begin to savor the food."

Twenty-six minutes later, Suarez and Erlin took out white handkerchiefs and wiped their mouths.

They wore satisfied smiles, their eyes meeting as they sat facing each other, reading the same thoughts in each other's eyes.

We used to be too rude and wasteful of food.

We should strive to be as elegant as the Primarch, becoming gourmets.