Crunchy Sea Overlord Lake
Sicarius's tone was filled with remorse, as if he were correcting an unforgivable mistake:
"That was a name personally chosen by our great Gene-Father, Lord Guilliman!"
How brilliant, how creative, how it reflects our parents' foresight and deep care for us!
Can't you feel the wisdom and... warmth contained within it?
He straightened his chest, and that expression of pride and elation—the kind that said, "Only I truly understand my father"—once again appeared on his face.
It's as if Guilliman didn't choose the name of a canned food item, but rather some philosophical maxim that reveals a universal truth.
(In the distance, Calgar is directing the cleanup of the battlefield, Malum has just finished teaching Titus, and Titus has finally resolved his misunderstanding with Landros.)
Almost simultaneously, they felt a chill run down their spines for no apparent reason, and involuntarily spat inwardly: (Sicarius /that guy/ the Second Company is talking nonsense again!)
"Well..."
Dante was caught Sicarius's sudden enthusiasm for "rectifying" his name.
He looked at the other person's resolute stance, as if to say, "Don't even think about eating if you don't call me by the right name."
Feeling the urge within his body still screaming for more energy and that strange sense of peace, he was caught in a fierce internal struggle.
Great Gene-Father! Please... please forgive me just one more time!
He prayed humbly in his heart again, truly forced by circumstances. This... this 'Daddy's Meat Sauce'... it... it's so delicious and so useful!
I... I need it!
This time, there was no Sanguinius response from the depths of his soul, only a profound silence, seemingly tinged with a sense of speechlessness.
Sanguinius:...
(This kid, all for a bit of food... oh well, let him be.)
After struggling for a moment, he looked at Sicarius's unyielding gaze and saw that the other man might be carrying even more cans of food.
Dante eventually compromised, albeit only partially.
He spoke with difficulty, his voice strained and strained, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with extreme reluctance and shame:
"Um... ' Sea Overlord Paste '... give me another one!"
He deliberately omitted the prefix "fragrant and crispy," which gave him goosebumps, and only said the latter part, as if this would lessen his guilt about "going along with the crowd."
Sicarius frowned, seemingly still somewhat dissatisfied with Dante's "incomplete address".
But seeing the other person's longing eyes, he still took out another jar of "Sanguinius Sauce" from his supply bag and handed it over.
"Here you go! Remember, it's ' Crunchy Sea Overlord Paste '!"
He couldn't help but emphasize it again.
Dante snatched the can and devoured it with lightning speed.
One can, two cans, three cans...
He ate four or five more cans in a row until his intense hunger and the need to suppress his "Red Thirst" were fully satisfied.
Only then did he lie down contentedly and without any regard for appearances on the cold rock behind him, letting out a long sigh of relief.
A warm current flowed through my body, my strength was replenished, and I felt a peace in my heart I had never experienced before.
He gazed at the gradually clearing crimson sky over Baal and murmured to himself:
"This time... even if I really die... it'll be worth the price of admission..."
This sentiment was half a joke, and half a genuine sense of satisfaction after experiencing life and death and enjoying a delicious meal.
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a voice, tinged with obvious mockery yet as vast as the Whisper of the starry sea, appeared.
The message resounded directly in his mind; it was a Psionic Energy transmission from Lord Regent Guilliman:
Little glutton~ Enjoying your food, huh? Want to take some with you?
Don't worry, you won't die.
The voice paused, then took on an unquestionable, capitalist-like "smile," saying, "You'd better obediently work for me for thousands or tens of thousands more years as an illegal laborer!"
The Imperium's pension... that's a long way off.
Dante: "..."
He lay there, and suddenly the delicious food he had just eaten didn't seem so appealing anymore; instead, he felt a little choked up.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield...
On a relatively clean, flat area that had been cleared, Titus had just mastered the ability to fly and whose body was surging with new power, stood.
With immense excitement and awe, he finally stood before the Gene-Father.
Guilliman did not float high in the sky as before, but stood quietly on the ground, like a blue-gold mountain supporting the heavens and the earth.
He was listening to Calgar and Marus's brief report on the battle damage and subsequent deployment.
But as Titus approached, he slightly raised his hand to signal a halt, turning his gaze to his son who had just experienced a phoenix-like rebirth.
flight.
Yes, thanks to the sacred blood of Guilliman, which contains the essence of "Vitruvian" and the authority of the Smart Atoms.
Under the direct guidance and catalysis of the Lord Regent's Psionic Energy.
Titus was not only forcibly pulled back from the brink of death, but also skipped the "Primaris" upgrade process that ordinary Astartes warriors need years of training and adaptation to complete.
Its powerful and robust Smart Atoms properties are like the most precise nanomachines.
Under the direct control of Guilliman's Psionic Energy, Titus's body underwent the deepest optimization and reconstruction.
This saves him at least a decade or more of growth and adaptation time.
This directly elevated his life form and potential combat power to a level approaching that of legendary company commanders like Calgar and Marus!
"The great Gene-Father!"
Titus stopped ten paces from Guilliman and knelt down on one knee without hesitation.
His head was bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, yet incredibly loud:
"Welcome... to this era ten thousand years in the future! Your loyal descendants... have finally... been able to see you in person once again! And bask in your glory!"