Clatter, clatter.
The sound of fruit being cut and broken apart rang out. Delia was distributing the fragments of this split-open fruit to the others.
Kaiser Whitefang accepted a slice and put it into his mouth. It was sweet and juicy, its faint fragrance lingering around his teeth and leaving him wanting more.
"This deserves a place in Fenris's Harvest Horn."
"Oh? You rate it that highly?"
Bennett also removed his helmet and put a piece of the flesh into his mouth. His reaction was the same as Kaiser Whitefang's. He nodded in agreement and dropped a fragment into the mead flask he carried with him.
This would add quite a bit to the mead.
The soldiers of the 37th Regiment were practically seeing stars as they ate. In all their lives, they had never tasted anything so delicious. Old Jock felt some regret. After eating something like this, how could he possibly stomach the dehydrated fruits and vegetables aboard the ship?
After entering the hive city, they took in the sights on both sides of the streets and the crowds passing by.
It was obvious that the residents were quite astonished by Kaiser Whitefang and the other Space Marines. Their height, along with their fur-draped, fang-adorned appearance, was truly a rare sight. This style of dress was hardly proper; under the cumbersome religious codes of a shrine world, it could be considered disrespectful toward The Emperor.
As for the Inquisitors and Battle Sisters, the residents merely shook their heads and avoided making eye contact with them.
Vissi frowned faintly. She could tell that the people of this planet feared the Battle Sisters. There had most likely been a riot before, and the Battle Sisters had been the main force suppressing it.
Perhaps they could ask Saint Soap later and