What the Hell Is All This?!

The Lamenters nearby snapped out of their daze, trembling all over, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

Could today's meal be a trap? There are only 82 of them left Lamenters; are they all going to perish here?

Those Lamenters wanted to cry but couldn't, their hearts filled with regret. Why were they so stubborn? Would calling him "uncle" have cost them a piece of their flesh?

Why bother listening to this deadly secret and putting yourself in such a precarious position?

With the Emperor above, they are utterly loyal to the Imperium of Man!

I only wish to die on the battlefield, my soul returning to the Golden Throne!

Seeing the anxious and tearful expressions on the faces of these little ones, Guilliman smiled helplessly.

He knew in his heart that further explanation would be futile at this point. To deal with these stubborn little guys, he had to come up with something that could capture their attention.

With a thought, an invisible Psionic Energy power quietly stirred, and all the metal lids containing food in the hall were lifted, revealing huge bowls underneath.

The bowl is filled with bubbling, bright red broth, floating chunks of red meat, and tender, specially cultivated shoots and fresh, vibrant green vegetables.

Large slices of various animal offal are also added, all gathered in one pot, instantly releasing a rich and spicy aroma.

The powerful and impactful aroma instantly swept through every corner of the banquet hall, its domineering presence irresistible.

These large bowls were specially made for Space Marines; each one can hold a full twenty kilograms of food, a truly generous portion.

The spicy and savory aroma suddenly filled the nostrils of all the Lamenters, while the two Ultramarines standing by remained calm.

My father had already recreated traditional dishes for them many times, so they were immune to the temptation. At most, they would still have a slight craving.

But the Lamenters was quite different; the aroma was simply too tempting. For hundreds of years, they had never seen such a brightly colored and enticingly fragrant food.

More importantly, there seemed to be some special substance in the food that was frantically stimulating their bodies, even their latent Red Thirst was beginning to stir and become more and more obvious.

I want to eat! I crave it like crazy! My body is screaming and roaring instinctively, and my reason is almost being devoured by this desire.

In the shadows of the ceiling, Cypher couldn't help but shift his body, finally frowning as he pulled out a nutritional biscuit and shoved it into his mouth, swallowing it whole.

The aroma was simply irresistible; for ten thousand years, he had never tasted such a tempting flavor.

In the past ten thousand years, the best thing he had ever eaten was canned roasted Ant-Cow.

The situation of those Lamenters was not much different; in their limited lives, they forcibly suppressed their appetites in order to quench their Red Thirst.

Normally, he could only fill his stomach with tasteless nutritional paste, but at this moment, his tight self-control was really about to break.

"Everyone, please return to your seats."

Guilliman smiled and said, "This is a dish I specially developed for you; I think it should suit my nephews' tastes."

As soon as the words were spoken, Psionic Energy energy was activated once more, and a large bowl floated out of thin air in front of each Lamenters, with matching chopsticks placed beside it.

Malakim swallowed hard, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. Looking at the two small wooden sticks beside the bowl, he somehow figured out how to use them without being taught.

He looked up at Guilliman, his voice trembling with barely concealed excitement:

"The Great Lord of the Ultramarines..."

Guilliman raised an eyebrow, deliberately drawing out his words: "Second..."

No, no, no! Uncle! My own uncle!

Malakim hurriedly changed his story, fearing that he might reveal some shocking secret, and then eagerly pressed for more details:

What's the name of this dish?

This is extremely important to us, to all the Lamenters, no, to all those who inherit the bloodline of the Blood Angels!

"This is called Spicy Blood Curd, a traditional dish from Old Terra."

Guilliman explained with a smile, "There's no need to feel guilty. Our ancestors were already consuming this 20,000 years ago. I'm just replicating it."

"If you wish to eat this in the future, I can give you the recipe. This will not go against the Emperor's wishes at all; on the contrary, it is a sacred act of commemorating our ancestors."

"So that's how it is!" Malakim's eyes burned with excitement, unable to contain his emotions.

"Eat quickly."

Guilliman was the first to pick up his chopsticks, taking a piece of duck blood and putting it in his mouth.

One bite and you're greeted with a spicy, savory, and flavorful taste, smooth and bouncy – truly worthy of his creation!

He had barely started eating Lamenters around him could no longer contain themselves.

Almost simultaneously, they picked up their chopsticks, grabbed the bright red blood clots from the bowl, and stuffed them into their mouths in large mouthfuls.

They wolfed down their food, as if they wanted to swallow their tongues as well.

Guilliman watched the children wolf down their food and nodded in satisfaction.

As long as it doesn't involve human blood, it's fine; you can eat the blood of other animals if you want.

To put it bluntly, this is all protein and can also supplement trace elements such as calcium, iron, and zinc. So what right does it have to be called heresy?

To ensure these children eat and drink well and receive adequate nutrition.

He specially added pig's blood, sheep's blood, cow's blood, chicken's blood, and duck's blood to this Spicy Blood Curd, making sure the children could have their fill!

When Guilliman was watching Warhammer, he thought the Red Thirst genetic disease was really bizarre.

Given the Space Marines ' style—they're willing to devour an enemy's brains to read their memories—what's wrong with drinking a little blood and being called heretical?

Even ordinary people eat Corpse Starch on a regular basis.

Just like there's no wife in wife cake, no son in clay pot rice, and no cake in cow dung cake.

There's no starch in Corpse Starch!

They still eat it without hesitation, which cannot be called heresy.

These Space Marines, who should have been more brutal than ordinary humans, became stricter with themselves.

Besides, humans do raise livestock specifically for meat, like the Ant-Cow, which is a creature with strong vitality.

Drain some blood to make blood tofu or nourishing blood, and let the Blood Angels have a couple of sips while fighting, guaranteeing even stronger combat power!

Relieve Red Thirst and suppress Black Rage!

This instantly transforms all members of the Blood Angels into top-tier melee units!

So, to take care of these good young men, Guilliman specially recreated this traditional Chinese dish from Old Terra, Spicy Blood Curd, for them.

I guarantee they'll eat it without feeling guilty at all!

After they've eaten and drunk their fill, hehehe...

What form the Gene-seed within your body ultimately take is not something you can decide for yourself.

He was the good uncle of the Lamenters, and also the good brother and close friend of Sanguinius.

Guilliman decided to help these kids level up.

Adding some of our own genetic information to their bodies during the upgrade process is a last resort!

Sanguinius, you can stay in the Warp in peace. I will raise your child!

Angels in the Warp:...

Khorne: Want to join me now?

Sanguinius: Should I be called Blood Angels or Red Angel?

Khorne: The Blood Angels is better, after all, I also have the nickname Blood God.

Sanguinius: Get lost! You actually chose it? You think you can just show off your abilities?!

Khorne:...

What utter garbage!