Half of the cans began to fall asleep. They slept soundly because they had not slept in a long time due to the blood thirst.
The other half of the cans refused to sleep no matter what, and even took turns standing guard outside the quartermaster’s cabin.
No way, last time for some reason the whole team and all the cans fell asleep together, and when they woke up, they encountered their most terrifying nightmare since they were born.
These genes are inherited from the cans of Archangel, the most powerful original body. Their combat power can be said to be first-rate among all Astartes, but a certain aspect of their hearts is still fragile.
Early the next morning, the canned food that woke up was exchanged for the canned food that kept watch.
Guangyu slept until noon – because both shifts would get enough sleep.
Cans don’t need much sleep, and the next time they need sleep may not be for several days.
After Rasta got up, Angseth came over and asked Rasta what he wanted to eat.
Guang Yu came to the observation window of the battleship and looked at the snowstorm in the sky.
The calm moonlight last night was just last night, the weather is unpredictable.
“Cook some hot food, the snow will stop in about an hour.”
In fact, whether it snows heavily or not, it has no effect on these cans. Even in space, they can survive with power armor.
“How about ramen?”
The cans who actively research various delicacies to ward off blood thirst are all top chefs.
Rasta once suspected that the reason why these cans were so thirsty for blood was because the food distributed by the empire was not for human consumption – and that was already the most delicious food for the cans.
Because these cans usually require some special material powder to stabilize body density.
While waiting for the meal, the cans quietly accompanied the quartermaster to watch the heavy snow outside.
“I found your father a long time ago.”
Emperor Glory said so.
The cans were stunned for a moment.
Indeed, before the arrival of the Quartermaster, they were very eager for the arrival of the Gene Father, which would make them feel spiritually dependent.
“Like you, he has blood thirst, but like you, he used his courage to fight against the fate that might lead to darkness.”
All Astartes warships originally did not have such a thing as a kitchen, but after the quartermaster arrived, they packed one out as required.
They remembered what the other party said: “Eating hot food like human food can make you look more like a human being with feelings, rather than a cold machine that can only fight and die.”
The team’s kitchen is not far from here. With the Astartes’ power armor system and their extraordinary hearing, even several chefs who are preparing all the canned food at the same time can hear these sounds.
In order to prevent himself from eating mortals again, the team had no mortal servants and auxiliary troops. They had food warehouses and refused to send supplies from above.
In fact, twenty years ago, no one would send supplies to these vampires, they were notorious.
Each can’s expression was very tangled. To be honest, their impression and expectations of the Gene Father were getting lower and lower. Instead, their desire for the Quartermaster was getting stronger and stronger.
They wanted to follow Him until death.
The quartermaster’s expression was extremely lonely and sad. Then, he seemed to have thought of something very important and suddenly raised his head!
This move touched the hearts of all canned people.
“Don’t put green onions!”
“…”
As expected, he is a quartermaster, his words are often astonishing, and his taste is as good as ever.
After Guang Yu said this, he lowered his head, as if he wanted to continue talking about business.
He said in a low tone: “My noodles should be cooked stronger, add more mint, the omelette should not be mushy, and the soup should be pure enough to look pretty…”
Fortunately, the cans were mentally prepared this time, and they had already remembered the taste of the quartermaster.
“False mission!” The cans in the kitchen have already put the noodles into the pot.
You can suspect that the emotional intelligence of the cans is low, but you cannot doubt the efficiency of the cans, especially on such small things.
Thinking it was winter, the quartermaster took out a bunch of sugar oranges and distributed them one by one.
The canners took the oranges and threw them directly into their mouths. Some peeled them and ate the skin first and then the pulp. Some ate the pulp first and then the peel.
All the canned fruits that Rasta had seen were basically eaten with the peels. He himself did not eat the peels, and there would be cans or auxiliary mortals who would take the remaining peels and pound them into jam to eat.
Because the staple food of the empire is the whole corn plant, whether it is the corn leaves or the tough husk of the corn plant, they are all broken into military rations for you to eat.
That’s it! It is still often unable to be supplied to the battlefield in time. Canners and auxiliary troops must also learn to identify whether alien food is edible. Unlucky guys are often pushed out as tasters, unless the pharmacist is talented enough to quickly identify the food. Toxicity to humans.
Before the golden age of mankind began, all human beings had already completed genetic modification, reactivating a certain genetic segment of human beings so that they would not need to take in necessary vitamins regularly.
Scurvy, which began during the great voyages of ancient Terra, is almost ingrained in human memory. This is the earliest genetic modification.
Auxiliary mortals and some Astartes would collect the fruit seeds and make them into amulets to carry with them.
This kind of emotional sustenance is not surprising. Don’t say you are a person from the 30th millennium. Even if you are an ancient Terran who travels to the 30th or 40th millennium, you suddenly meet in this cruel hell. Arrived familiar fruit.
After carefully tasting them, you will also collect the seeds. It doesn’t matter whether you plant them or not, it is a thought, and it is the genetic memory of human beings as a farming civilization.
The cans have almost forgotten about the father of genes.
The entire empire was so indifferent to them that they seemed to hate them to the core. Wherever they went, they felt like they belonged to the empire but were rejected by any other legion or organization in the empire.
Only the quartermaster accepted them and taught them to become human beings again.
In the endless darkness, the star torch of the soul lit up, and the cans of the Ninth Legion were like moths flying into the flame.
“Our genetic father, what kind of person is he…”
Angseth asked this question, but it was obvious that his feelings were not deep.
Because in their eyes, the Quartermaster is irreplaceable and no one can do it better than him.
Heretical as the idea might be, they still believed – the Emperor could do no better than the Quartermaster!
“He is the most powerful Primarch, the most perfect son of the Emperor. He has the most handsome appearance, noble temperament, powerful strength and terrifying vitality.
His courage and righteous heart are as dazzling as the sun. He has a pair of white wings that are stretched out wide enough, which were born just to embrace you. “
