Sanguinius Sauce!

The meal was incredibly enjoyable!

The Lamenters crowd looked as if they hadn't had a decent meal in centuries.

They shoveled the Spicy Blood Curd into their mouths like madmen, the heavy swallowing sounds echoing in their throats, their eyes filled with ultimate pleasure and satisfaction.

Cool!

That was awesome!

Every bite of spicy and savory flavor fills your stomach, and every cell and crevice in your body rejoices, as if parched, barren land has been nourished by sweet rain, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort and pleasure.

The rich and abundant energy of blood and qi slid down his throat into his body, and was instantly absorbed by the Space Marines's powerful physique, nourishing every inch of his muscles.

Those old wounds hidden in the crevices of the bones, the exhaustion accumulated from days of fighting, and even the long-term tension caused by Red Thirst and restlessness.

Nourished by bowls of piping hot and fragrant Spicy Blood Curd, all the discomfort was soothed and dissipated, leaving only a feeling of complete comfort and abundant energy.

Malakim rubbed his reddened eyes hard, reluctantly putting down the third empty large bowl in front of him. There was still a clot of blood stuck in his throat, and he was so full that he couldn't eat another bite.

This food is impeccable in terms of taste alone, with layers of spiciness, numbing sensation, and savory aroma that are so enticing that they leave one completely intoxicated.

For those of their Blood Angels bloodline, it was an ultimate delicacy, precisely matching the needs deep within their bloodline and perfectly soothing their restless Red Thirst.

He felt as if he had wasted the previous few hundred years, never having known that there was such wonderful food in the world that could satisfy both the desire for food and the basic needs of the blood.

"Great Lord Robert!"

Malakim's voice was filled with lingering excitement and heartfelt respect. "No one could have imagined that you actually conquered the Red Thirst!"

Although this genetic defect has not been eradicated at its root, it has provided us with an unprecedented solution!

From now on, the warriors of the entire Lamenters will have a much lighter burden on their shoulders, no longer needing to spend most of their energy suppressing their thirst for blood.

If conditions permit, we would like to perform this eating ritual once a week!

Having said that, he solemnly knelt on one knee before Guilliman, his admiration coming from the bottom of his heart—this man before him possessed not only unparalleled fighting prowess, but also a magnanimous heart and Farsight that transcended his time. This kindness was enough for all those Lamenters to remember for a lifetime.

Guilliman looked at the respectfully bowing giant before him and smiled gently:

"While Spicy Blood Curd is delicious, it shouldn't be eaten in excess. I've also prepared more portable supplies for you, so you can replenish your bodies and keep your Red Thirst during the battles to come."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tightly sealed blood bag appeared in his palm. The blood plasma inside was a rich, dark red, faintly exuding vitality.

"This contains the mixed blood of various creatures, including Orks ones and Tyranids."

As we set off from the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar toward the Great Rift, we passed several planets conquered by the Tyranids, and my offspring wiped out large numbers of the Tyranids.

Their blood contains extremely rich biomass, which, when mixed with the blood of Orks animals and the essence of other livestock, can perfectly meet the physical needs of the Blood Angels bloodline.

Equip it on Power Armour so it can be readily available for use during wartime.

"This... this is truly amazing!" Malakim's eyes lit up, and his hands trembled as he took the blood bag. Instantly, he realized the weight of the bag—this meant that in future battles, they would no longer be distracted by sudden Red Thirst, nor would they need to suppress the restlessness of their bloodline to be distracted, allowing them to unleash their full combat power.

He had originally planned to have everyone eat a hearty meal of Spicy Blood Curd before each battle to keep Red Thirst, but now that he had this portable blood bag, he could be fully prepared at any time.

This preparation method looks simple, and the process isn't particularly complicated, but for all the bloodline inheritors of the Blood Angels, it is a treasure that can rewrite their Destiny!

Malakim bowed again, his tone even more respectful. "We humbly request that you name it! From now on, before each use of this sacred object, we will silently recite the name you have chosen and offer you our sincerest blessings from the bottom of our hearts!"

"You want me to name it?" Guilliman stroked his chin, a hint of mischievous amusement flashing in his eyes. He already had a suitable name in mind, which, though slightly playful, was quite fitting upon closer inspection.

He raised the blood bag in his hand, his voice suddenly becoming loud and clear, resounding throughout the entire banquet hall:

"Your Gene-Father is Sanguinius, and this thing was created to relieve the suffering of his offspring, so it should naturally be named after him."

This is made from various kinds of blood plasma. The word "plasma" is a homophone for "sauce." It is a gift I offer to my brother to protect his descendants from the torment of Red Thirst, so I call it— Sanguinius Sauce!

As soon as the words were spoken, Lamenters in the hall knelt down and loudly praised the perfection of the name.

It inherits the glory of Sanguinius, the Gene-Father, and can also alleviate the suffering of genetic diseases in the bloodline of the Blood Angels.

What's even more remarkable is that Lord Guilliman, having accomplished such a great feat that benefited the entire bloodline, did not claim credit for it, but instead attributed the honor to Sanguinius.

Such magnanimity earned him even greater respect from everyone.

"Lord Guilliman is great!" The shouts of praise echoed through the hall, making the dome creak slightly.

In the 41st millennium, 999 of the 40K, this "Sanguinius Sauce," which would later become popular among all the Blood Angels and their subgroups, was born.

This was a great invention worthy of being recorded in the annals of Imperium of Man; the Red Thirst that had caused countless Blood Angels unbearable agony was now a thing of the past.

Every Blood Angels can replenish its bloodline through it and face its need for blood openly—this is not heresy. As early as ten thousand years ago, the Old Terra people already knew how to use blood plasma to make various kinds of food.

In the years that followed, the bloodline of the Blood Angels was able to grow truly freely, its combat power no longer constrained, becoming an even sharper weapon for the Imperium of Man to protect its territory.

Even the Imperium's official records were revised due to this change, with a new the Fall of Sanguinius added:

Sanguinius was severely injured by Horus, but it was a deliberate act, intended to leave a secret clue for posterity, helping his brother Guilliman develop Sanguinius Sauce to protect his offspring.

In the Warp, Sanguinius gazed in the direction of the Material Universe, the holy light surrounding him nearly bursting, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

"..."

This holy angel had never been so eager to break through the barriers of the Warp and rush to Guilliman.

He slammed a punch into his usually gentle and refined face!