Chapter 126 126, Praise the Empire

The Battle of Baal was over, the Empire once again won a great victory, and the expeditionary fleet also won a short rest time for itself.

The Mechanical Great Sage Gris, together with Cawl, boarded the spacecraft of the Mechanicus and went to the Baal galaxy and the surrounding star fields. Those worlds that had experienced the war with Leviathan and were covered with a large amount of biomass on the surface still needed their transformation.

Under the technical transformation of the Mechanicus, these worlds that were devastated by the war will become beautiful and rich imperial pearls.

In the office of the Primarch on the Fire of the Heart.

At this moment, Dukel was sitting in a chair, looking at the desk in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed.

He looked a little unhappy, and a little speechless.

And what could make the great Primarch show such an expression——

was the neatly arranged Tyranid Zerg dolls that almost filled his entire desk.

Tyranid worms, warrior worms, digging pythons, hive tyrants, worm saints, Norda messengers. Each doll is different, and just a cursory look shows that there are already hundreds of Tyranids on the table.

These are all the Doom Slayers who have killed on the battlefield.

Now they are made into lifelike dolls and neatly placed on the desk.

Looking at these weird and hideous Tyranid dolls with exquisite workmanship, even the paint colors on them are restored one to one.

The primarch frowned even tighter.

"My Lord, these are the loyalty offered to you by the Doom Slayers, I hope you will be happy about this."

Aifilal stood in front of the desk and said seriously.

As she spoke, a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her mouth, but she quickly suppressed it.

Yes, she is a nun, she has received professional training, has a strong willpower, and will never laugh easily.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking about? Why don't you say anything? Are you moved?" The black-haired and black-eyed Shivara was not so restrained. She covered her mouth and chuckled.

"I am not a laughing person by nature."

Duke said sullenly. While speaking, he quietly pushed away these one-to-one restored Tyranid dolls and ordered,

"Put all these on the cabinet."

"I think Doom and the others are still too idle."

Duke looked at the dolls in front of him and commented sharply on his offspring.

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In the mechanical workshop on the Soul Fire.

With the large number of 'Soul Series' Second Legion weapons put into production, this mechanical workshop is also gradually expanding and its scale is growing.

At this moment, on the endless assembly line, the Doom Slayers operated mechanical arms to quickly assemble the mechanical creations on the assembly line, and used the abilities inherited from the original body's genes to activate the "psychic sensors" on these equipment - their movements were extremely skillful, and their expressions were numb, like tireless machines.

While operating the complex machinery, they chatted,

"Doom, do you think father will like the dolls we made?"

"Of course!" After talking about this topic, Doom suddenly became energetic, and his numb expression instantly cheered up,

"Any ugly thing is beautiful after being made into a doll! Besides, the Lord of the Second Legion did not blame us for this. If my father did not blame us, it means he agreed!"

"Doom, you are the first offspring after the resurrection of the Gene Father, what you said must make sense."

After hearing his words, the Doom Slayers around him also nodded in agreement.

"Doom, then, can we get out of the assembly line?"

When someone asked this question, all the Doom Soldier were excited and looked over with expectation.

"Well, we now have more than 200 brothers. When this number exceeds the legion establishment, maybe..."

"Maybe we can leave the assembly line?" A soldier asked excitedly.

"Maybe we will be transferred to the next assembly line."

Doom continued, "I saw the secretary of the scientific research team yesterday. He came here with a thick stack of design drawings. The expansion speed of this mechanical workshop far exceeds the birth of our brothers."

"In other words, there will never be enough manpower?"

"Let's still look forward to the arrival of the next war."

"When will the Heart Network release the mission of the subspace? I would rather fight with the demons there for 10,000 years than stay on this dark assembly line."

The Doom Soldier was dejected.

If there are still humans in this universe who are eager for war, the Second Legion must be included.

For them, these former Kriegs and now Doom Slayers are like returning home, compared to the dark assembly line and the bloody and cruel battlefield.

"Actually, there is a way to leave the assembly line."

Just as everyone was lamenting, Doom suddenly spoke.

"What is the way?"

"Hasn't the mission of guarding the Archangel been issued in the Heart Network? As long as you accept the mission to guard His Highness Sanguinius, you can leave here."

Doom's voice sounded again.

"Forget it then."

"I suddenly feel that the assembly line is also good, really."

"His Highness Sanguinius is also good, but I'm really not good at taking care of people."

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In the temple church of the Blood Angels on the main star of Baal.

Little Sanguinius sat on the high throne. Under the steps of the throne, the twenty-two chapter masters who belonged to the Blood Angels and survived the Battle of Baal knelt on one knee in an orderly manner, with pious faces.

"Father, we failed to follow your morality and protect what you wanted to protect."

"We are losers and have failed the holy blood in our bodies."

"Cadian should not have fallen. Our selfishness and short-sightedness eventually led to a disaster."

"We."

The Blood Angels bowed their heads and confessed under the throne, both to their Holy Father and to themselves.

Huahua--

Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings sounded above the throne.

Dante, who was bowing his head and confessing, suddenly felt a palm on his head,

"There is no need to repent for this. You have done well and do not need to be forgiven."

The generous and warm voice flowed in the hearts of every Blood Angel like a clear spring. The descendants of Sanguinius suddenly looked up and burst into tears after hearing the voice.

-This voice is not the tender voice of a child, but that of an adult, and the emotions revealed in it are like a kind elder.

When they looked up, they saw that the young face of Sanguinius showed a maturity and compassion that was inconsistent with his physical age.

The voice continued,

"Everyone has made wrong choices. No one can be perfect. Even my father, the savior of mankind, the great Holy Emperor, has never done this. Poor children, we just need to do our best within our abilities, that's enough."

"You are all my proud descendants."

When the voice fell, Dante felt the palm above his head removed, and the young Sanguinius also fell to the ground.

"May the blood of Sanguinius be worthy!"

"May the blood of Sanguinius be worthy!"

"May the blood of Sanguinius be worthy!"

"May the blood of Sanguinius be worthy!"

The blood angels shouted in unison, and the sound resounded throughout the city, so that every human here could hear it clearly.

"Angels, what's going on?" Someone heard the shouting and asked in shock.

"They," a blind old lady sitting on the street answered cheerfully,

"Angels, you got what you wanted."

"The holy wings spread again, the archangels come to the world, and all the haze of despair will be dispelled."

The old lady sang a nursery rhyme of Baal in a low voice.

In the temple, when the shouts of the blood angels gradually subsided,

"Dante, I have an idea."

The mature voice disappeared, and little Sanguinius said in his childish voice.

"Father, the Blood Angels will obey any of your wishes and carry out your will until eternity."

"I want to go to the 'Delicious Food' of the Son of the People!"

Little Sanguinius said seriously, swallowing his saliva unconsciously while speaking.

"Ah? But His Highness Dukel has told you not to eat too much." Dante knelt on one knee and said hesitantly.

"So, Dante, what you just said was all lies, right?"

Little Sanguinius looked at him with a little disappointment, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Just this one look, Dante felt that he was simply guilty of death and deserved the most severe punishment in the universe.

"My Lord, we dare not deceive you, so we will prepare for your trip now."

He answered with fear and trepidation.

"Also, bring more food to the nuns, cover their mouths, and tell them to keep this secret from Duker!"

"Yes, obey your will!"

After finishing the morning prayer, the Blood Angels were busy again.

Soon, the people on Baal saw a huge array of aircraft heading towards the sky.

After seeing this scene, every imperial man showed a sincere smile on his face.

They knew that these angels went to the sky again to taste the legendary delicious food.

Duker did not hide the news of the Archangel's return.

Guilliman even intended to publicize this matter.

For the Empire in the Dark Ages, the return of little Sanguinius is like a warm light seen in the cold despair.

For this reason, the Primarch also arranged a large number of guards around the Archangel.

After all, Sanguinius is too popular.

Whether they were bathing in the warm sunshine or in the secret darkness, they were all watching his every move.

The task of protecting the Archangel's safety has become the top priority.

At present, this task is almost contracted by the combat sisters in the Heart Network.

The sisters of the expeditionary corps showed great enthusiasm for this task, and they were happy to protect the safety of the Archangel.

Even if they were just hiding and could not have direct contact with little Sanguinius.

Everyone loves little Sanguinius.

Except for Dukel. There are also his descendants, the Doom Soldier.

They don't hate the Archangel, but they really don't know how to get along with children, so they show obvious resistance.

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In the outer orbit, the warships belonging to the Sons of the People quietly floated in the cold and dark space. But the fireworks emanating from them made this empty universe less lonely.

Dukel had never expected that after the expeditionary corps allocated them ten moon-class cruisers, they would directly transform one of them into a space cafeteria.

The 'Delicious Food', a five-kilometer-long moon-class cruiser, was now filled with the rich aroma of rice in every corner.

"It smells so good, how did the Sons of the People come up with this?"

"Is this food? This is actually food? What we have eaten before is nothing?"

"Eating, it's great!"

Countless diners of the expeditionary corps gave unanimous praise here and lingered here.

Perhaps the experience of starvation in the outer galaxy of Baal caused a psychological shadow on the Sons of the People. After the Battle of Baal, these space warriors developed a strong interest in cooking.

Not only did the Sons of the People master cooking skills that were close to the peak of human beings, but even hundreds of millions of mortal servants were trained by them to become chefs.

Not only did they take the initiative to provide food for the expedition fleet,

they even provided takeaway services-

Yes, in non-war periods, the hundreds of fighters assigned to them were used to deliver takeaways

And in order to protect the safety of the food, the Sons of the People will personally serve as deliverymen, escorting the food with live ammunition.

Space Marines, delivery boys, two unrelated professions were forcibly merged together.

And the things they did that made Duker feel outrageous were far more than that.

They seemed very happy to expand the types of ingredients-even their gluttonous eyes were set on the Tyranids.

But this idea was severely stopped by the biological sages of the Mechanicus before it was implemented.

Even though the biological sages repeatedly emphasized that the Tyranids were inedible, eating the flesh and blood of the Zerg would cause terrible mutations.

But they still did not give up.

They always believed that they could use their superb cooking skills to remove the inedible parts of the Tyranids.

Dukel still remembers that the commander of the People's Sons described in his office with confidence how delicious the meat of the Tyranids looked.

If the Primarch had not seen those disgusting bugs with his own eyes, he would have thought that the other party was describing some kind of seafood.

How outrageous.

The Tyranids have eaten countless star systems.

Perhaps with the ancient wisdom of the Great Devourer, it was not expected that one day in the galaxy, someone would want to take a bite of it, and was seriously considering the cooking steps.

On the battleship Delicious Food, in the endless kitchen.

In order to meet the huge demand for food, tens of thousands of chefs are cooking here non-stop at the same time.

The scene is quite spectacular at first glance.

Suddenly, someone in the corner asked,

"Where is our forging brother? Isn't he going to help in the kitchen?"

"He can't learn the great art of cooking, so what can he do in the kitchen?"

"Where did he go?"

"He was taken to the Fire of the Heart. His Highness Dukel arranged him to work in the mechanical workshop, where he can use his blacksmith skills."

"Is that so? That's pretty good."

"Yes, our life now is something I never dreamed of before."

The two people in the conversation sighed. For most people in the empire, especially mortals, being able to come to the expedition fleet and get a job is already a wonderful life that they could never imagine.

"Praise the empire, praise the primarch."

Everyone who can live peacefully here, away from despair and darkness, sincerely praises.