Gentlemen, I Like War!

The envoy of the Devourer Imperium, the arrogant Big Tooth, along with its guards, were transformed into exquisitely plated, delicious, and visually appealing dishes in the mouths of humans.

Even those humans whom it looked down upon and considered lowly insects are now sitting at pristine white dining tables, lavishly commenting on the quality of their meat and how it should be cooked!

This is an absolute disgrace to the proud Devourer Civilization!

The messengers sent here have thus transformed into exquisitely plated dishes before the eyes of humankind!

"Master, there's a communication from space; it should be from the Devourer Civilization's fleet," MOSS suddenly said.

"It's finally here."

Alvin tidied up a bit, then turned to the others and said, "Everyone, continue eating. I'm going to take this call."

His witty remarks drew laughter from everyone.

Then, Alvin walked into the United Nations, calmly sat down in a chair, and had MOSS transfer the communications.

A somewhat illusory projection suddenly appeared in front of them, looking no different from Big Tooth, but the other party was wearing clothes made of some special material, suggesting that he was of high status.

"I am Stone Tooth, the supreme commander of the Devourer Imperium's fleet." After introducing himself, the other party stared at Alvin with his amber, vertical pupils. "You killed the envoy of the Devourer Civilization in an almost insulting manner. Don't you deserve an explanation?"

"An explanation? What kind of explanation do you want?"

Alvin crossed his left leg over his right, leaned casually back in his chair, and said lightly, "If you can treat humans as food, why can't humans treat you as food?"

"Let me guess, you must be feeling very uncomfortable right now, right?"

Gazing at the Devourer Imperium projected onto the screen, the fleet's supreme commander, Alvin, sat in his chair, fiddling with a chess piece in front of him, a mocking smile on his face, "From being the high and mighty hunters to suddenly becoming the prey, the enormous gap between you find it hard to accept, isn't it?"

The chill in Stone Tooth's eyes seemed to freeze the air. "This—is different!"

"Oh, it's definitely different." Alvin nodded, quite agreeing. "Your meat is of good quality, very chewy, and the yield is also very high. The only thing I'm not entirely sure about is the reproduction rate. If you have seven or eight piglets per litter, then you can replace pigs and become a stable source of meat for humans."

"Alvin, that's what humans call you, right?" Stone Tooth wasn't angry at Alvin's words, but instead stared at him calmly. "Don't try to provoke me. This communication is on behalf of the Devourer Civilization, proposing a peace treaty to humanity."

"Peace agreement?"

Alvin couldn't help but laugh, "Why the sudden change in attitude? Weren't you just..."

Do you still want to turn humans into poultry?

"Because of you." Stone Tooth paused for a moment, then said, "You, along with those suddenly appearing warriors and that warship, prove that under your leadership, humanity is indeed qualified to fight the Devourer Imperium. Although we will ultimately prevail, our estimates suggest we will lose a large amount of resources, which is not in our best interest."

It paused for a moment, then continued, "So, after discussions in our council, we've decided to make peace with humanity. We will provide humanity with technology, and humanity will provide us with resources. In this way, we can benefit from each other without war. What do you say?"

"Hmm, that's a good suggestion."

Alvin smiled, but before the Devourer fleet commander could speak, he interjected, "But—what I like to do most is say no to those who are self-righteous."

Upon hearing this, the fleet commander of the Devourers' expression suddenly darkened, a hint of coldness flashing in his amber vertical pupils. "Are you playing games with me, human?!"

Alvin leaned back in his chair, toying with the chess piece. "Yes, that's exactly what I need."

Alvin was well aware of the Devourer Civilization's conspiracy. If they agreed to their demands now, it wouldn't be long before humanity lost its will to resist and was gradually Devourer Civilization, reduced to mere domestic fodder.

Domesticated beasts!

The idea is good, but unfortunately the Devourer Civilization doesn't know what kind of universe Alvin comes from, let alone the Imperium of Man!

Peaceful coexistence?

What a joke! The word "Xenomorph" doesn't exist in the dictionary of the Imperium of Man. Only Xenos that are completely extinct are truly good Xenos!

Cooperation is possible, but only if you have the qualifications, like the Eldar and the Necron. Unfortunately, the Devourers' only value, or rather their qualification, is to become the Astra Militarum's new canned food.

That's all.

Don't you want peace?!

Commander Stone Tooth of the Devourer Fleet revealed a look of surprise and astonishment. "We came with sincerity, to avoid provoking a war between two civilizations. Isn't that what you hoped for?"

"No, I think you may have misunderstood."

Alvin, a gentle smile playing on his lips, slowly rose from his chair, gripping the chess piece, a chilling glint in his eyes. "The Imperium never accepts the surrender of Xenos, and our principle towards Xenos is singular—war!"

"Fighting Xenos in space, fighting Xenos on the ground, in amphibious landings, in offensive and defensive battles, in encirclement battles, in annihilation battles, in breakthrough battles, in blitzkrieg!"

"We love war!"

The extremely blissful expression on Alvin's face, in Stone Tooth's eyes, looked like a man-eating Daemon crawling out of a bloody Hell!

It even seemed as if it were having an illusion, as if Alvin's handsome face, by human standards, was shrouded in blood mist, and it saw eight ferocious, roaring, angry, and terrifying faces!

"Madmen—you, not human beings, you're utter madmen!"

At this moment, the commander of the Devourer fleet finally felt the fear and chill that spread from his spine to the top of his head. "What good does this do you? Isn't peace what you crave?"

Yes, from a rational point of view, the fleet commander is right.

The Devourer Imperium acknowledges humanity and is willing to sign a peace treaty with them, exchanging technology for resources. This would avoid war between the two sides and achieve a win-win situation, wouldn't that be more in line with political interests?

But this suggestion was rejected!

Humanity chooses war!

The negotiation resulted in a zero-sum game; of the two civilizations with brilliant histories and originating from the same Earth, only one could survive!

This is undoubtedly the worst-case scenario!

But Alvin's emotions grew increasingly agitated and excited, with veins bulging on his forehead, as if he were in a state of extreme frenzy.

"You're a madman! You're a madman!"

Stone Tooth was terrified by his frenzied behavior; his pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yeah, we're crazy!"

Alvin spread his arms wide, his face contorted with madness, and laughed wildly and viciously, "We love war! Humans—that's the kind of race we are! We won't stop until we've completely annihilated you!"

"On highways, in trenches, in shattered cities, on plains, ice fields, deserts, seas, skies, and the universe—war in every form!"

Bang!!!

He suddenly swung his fist and smashed it across the table.

Its ferocious, blood-red pupils, like those of a raging beast, opened its gaping maw towards the commander of the Devourer Fleet, its saliva dripping with hunger!

"You've messed with the wrong person, the Devourer---"

In the depths of Alvin's pupils, a sea of blood seemed to be churning, a mountain range formed by endless Bone Pile, and on a Brass Throne, the god who ruled over killing laughed wildly.

"Regret? Too late."

"I will personally crush your proud Devourer Civilization, slaughter you all, shatter your warships, and destroy your civilization!"

"I will make you taste what it's like to be treated like livestock, like poultry; I will make you feel the deepest fear in your soul; I will make you regret ever stepping into the Solar System!"

"Are you ready, you beasts?"

Alvin grinned maliciously, slamming the chess piece, Wolf, onto the broken table. "The war—has begun, a war to decide who sits at the table and who becomes food!"

Stone Tooth paused for half a second, then looked down at the table.

The chess piece he was constantly playing with was none other than the "King" in chess, symbolizing the key to victory or defeat in the entire game.

But at that moment, the piece resolutely moved forward!

"Check Mate!"