You Don't Have Some Bizarre Bloodline Flowing Through You, Do You?

Ultramarines are powerful, but this art style... is this really the atmosphere one would expect from a brutal, dark Milky Way, a battlefield of life and death?

Why do they seem to be having more fun fighting than the Orks?

Laughing loudly, they tore the swarm of insects in half, even picking out some of the chewy parts and stuffing them into their mouths!

These things are called Space Marines?!

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were Khorne's Chosen!

Do these guys have the blood of some god of war flowing through their veins?!

However, the increasingly intense hunger in his stomach and his body's thirst for energy left him no time to dwell on or criticize.

He prayed silently again, this time with even more unspeakable apology:

Great Gene-Father... please forgive your unworthy offspring... I did not intend to accept this... uh... this supplement with a potentially flawed naming convention...

But I desperately need to replenish my strength... I feel like I'm about to starve to death, dying of weakness on this land I just managed to defend...

Please... understand my difficulties...

As if in response to his conflicted and apologetic prayer, a warm, familiar one, imbued with boundless compassion and a hint of...

A subtle, helpless voice, like the softest feather, brushed against the depths of his soul:

It's alright, child... I understand... your difficulties.

Eat up, replenishing your energy is the important thing.

It's Sanguinius!

Although it was only a message conveyed through residual thoughts, it felt incredibly real.

Today, Dante can be considered, in some ways, Living Saint unique to Sanguinius.

Over the millennia in the Warp, Sanguinius's manipulation of Psionic Energy became increasingly sophisticated.

With the tacit approval of the Gene-Father, Dante's guilt was immediately lessened.

He took a deep breath, and with an almost martyr-like determination, used his still-functioning fingers to grip the pull tab on the edge of the can.

With a soft "click," the seal was opened.

A rich, almost overwhelming aroma of steam, a blend of savory meaty fragrance, a hint of fresh herbs, and a subtle, indescribable warmth and sweetness, like the scent of golden wheat fields under the sun.

It suddenly gushed out of the jar and landed directly on Dante's face!

Dante's one eye widened for a split second.

This taste...

It was completely different from the strange or unpleasant smell he had expected.

The aroma was so domineering and alluring that it instantly activated his superhuman sense of smell, which he possessed as Space Marines, and stirred every energy-craving cell in his body.

He could feel the corrosive digestive juices being secreted at an unprecedented rate inside his mouth, even making a slight "gurgling" sound.

The aroma... was surprisingly... very rich and enticing.

Dante steadied himself and no longer hesitated.

He picked up a simple folding alloy spoon fixed to the inside of the jar lid, and scooped up a full spoonful of meat paste that was an enticing dark red color, with a delicate and thick texture, and was slightly steaming.

With a determined heart and closed eyes, I put the spoon into my mouth.

The next moment--

Dante's one eye suddenly widened!

His pupils even contracted slightly.

Fragrant!!!

An indescribable, exquisitely delicious flavor exploded on his taste buds!

It's not just the rich flavor of meat, but also the complex layers of flavor from a blend of various spices and natural ingredients. It's perfectly balanced between salty and savory, with a sweet aftertaste and a touch of just the right amount of spiciness and sweetness to stimulate the appetite.

Its texture is delicate and smooth, requiring almost no chewing, and it slides down the esophagus with a pleasant warmth.

It smells so good!! It tastes so good!!!

Dante felt that in his 1,500 years of life (including when he was still a mortal), he had never tasted such sweet food that could so directly soothe his soul!

This has transcended the category of ordinary "nutritional supplements"; it's simply... a divine delicacy!

Even more surprising changes followed.

The warm, mushy meat paste was almost instantly and efficiently broken down and absorbed by his enhanced stomach.

It transforms into streams of pure and gentle warmth, quickly flowing to every part of the body, nourishing the wounded and bruised.

The fatigue was dispelled, and the tingling and itching sensation at the wound site seemed to have intensified slightly.

Most importantly—that Red Thirst that has plagued the offspring of the Blood Angels for millennia, like a leech clinging to their bones!

And the Black Rage lurking deep within one's bloodline, easily unleashed!

At that moment, it seemed to calm down and weaken significantly, just like morning mist being directly exposed to sunlight!

A long-lost sense of inner peace and contentment replaced the anxiety and emptiness that often lingered.

Dante no longer cared about manners, restraint, or his complaints about the canned food's name!

He suddenly lowered his head, cupped the can in both hands, and swung the alloy spoon around, leaving afterimages.

He scooped up large mouthfuls of the dark red, delicious meat paste, stuffed them into his mouth, and began to swallow it frantically!

Their posture was like that of a gluttonous beast that had been starving for a thousand years, or Space Wolves drinking the wine of victory, unrestrained and bold.

The dignified and composed demeanor of the Blood Angels Chapter Master was completely gone.

Once the can was empty, he didn't hesitate to bring the opening to his mouth and forcefully tilt the can over.

He shoveled in the last bit of meat paste residue, his tongue deftly sweeping across the sides of the jar to make sure not a drop was left.

Finally, still savoring the taste, he stuck out his tongue and carefully licked away the last trace of dark red on the corner of his mouth, as if it were the most precious nectar in the world.

"Smack!"

He casually, yet with an inexplicable air of arrogance, tossed the empty can back into the arms of the still somewhat dazed Sicarius.

"That canned food from Daddy! Give me another one! No! Several more cans!"

Dante's voice was somewhat hoarse from swallowing too quickly, but it was filled with an undeniable urgency.

Sicarius hurriedly caught the empty jar, and upon hearing Dante's address, his handsome face immediately contorted as if he had been "desecrated."

"I already said it's called ' Sanguinius Sauce '! Or you can respectfully call it by its other name, ' Crunchy Sea Overlord Paste '!"