"Come on, let's go mine some Blackstone on a nearby planet." Oedmeir climbed down from the spherical controller and stretched on the ground like a cat.
As Oedmeir exerted herself, Lin Fan could hear the crackling of bones throughout her body.
"Should we salvage this stuff, or just let it drift through space?" Lin Fan pointed at the wreckage outside and asked Oedmeir.
"That stuff? Hmm... I don't really want it. It's rather low-quality... But thrift is always a virtue." Oedmeir told Rebecca to gather it up with the giant shields.
Rebecca was clearly somewhat clumsy when controlling the twelve giant shields, like a child who had only just learned how to sweep with a broom.
"I feel like my butt hurts. It's burning, like something bit me."
"That's a daemon mark. Bear with it for now. When that man named Perturabo arrives, I'll use the Gellar Field to cleanse it."
"Oh."
Rebecca roughly gathered the shipwrecks scattered through space, crushing them together with the giant shields. A dense, compact block of compressed scrap was dragged behind the ship by steel cables. Oedmeir intended to process the scrap metal once they reached the surface.
Lin Fan and the others arrived at the coordinates. This star system was cold and lifeless, its central star dim and lightless as it radiated the fading glow of death.
"Back then, the Aeldari Empire had a tourism program that was quite popular on our side." Oedmeir gazed at the dying star, recalling the past with some emotion. "They'd take people all over the Milky Way just to find a dying star and watch how it died."
"Logically speaking, even if a star dies quickly, wouldn't its death still be measured in centuries?"
"That's right. Which is why only especially, especially idle people would sign up