Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light.

Chapter 187 The Fairy Tale of Lust
  Eventually, these mortals were rescued and accepted the spiritual comfort of the new quartermaster.

This ability, which is exactly the same as the material provider, allows these cans to confirm that the person in front of them is indeed his clone.

The Ninth Army Corps went deep behind enemy lines and found it difficult to obtain information and communicate with the outside world.

Those squads that have not come into contact with other legions do not even know that under the guidance of the Astartes Master, the cans of other legions no longer exclude them.

The Emperor's Radiance erased the memories of these mortals being attacked by the Astartes and watched them leave and return to the village.

Finally, surrounded by the cans, they returned to the battleship.

The cans stared at Him, with mixed emotions and they didn't know what to say.

The cans brought out the heating equipment, filling the surroundings with warmth.

"Can you...can you take off your scarf?"

Unseth made this request with all the canned expectations.

Emperor Glory untied his scarf, his disheveled hair was slightly messy, and his dark blue eyes were raised, as if looking at the souls of these cans.

That familiar face was like a powerful hammer of maximum tonnage hitting their hearts.

They also confirmed that the other party should not be their material provider.

The reason is simple. Their material provider said that He hates ornaments including necklaces and rings to be worn on Himself.

On the glorious left earlobe of the emperor in front of him, there was a copper earring, which looked like a vampire fang.

Canned people don't know they are smart but they are fooled by their cleverness.

The Emperor's Glory once used the same method to deceive a disciple named Doan. The other party asked him for a necklace as an anklet, and he wore it for twenty-six years.

The cans, who were as disappointed as they were protective, asked the new quartermaster to do nothing.

They just quietly took out the food from the food warehouse and started cooking.

A simple dinner was quickly delivered to Emperor Glory.

All the cans also had a portion of food placed in front of them, but none moved, waiting for Him to begin.

He looked at the two cutlery items on his plate.

This is what He taught these cans to repurpose.

He pushed aside the knife and fork—the plate was a little too big for Him.

Picking up the chopsticks, Emperor Glory began to eat.

Suddenly, all the cans seemed to be lit up somewhere in their memory, and they started to eat as if they were encouraged.

When their blood thirst is obviously aroused, they will find ordinary food extremely unpalatable and unable to eat it.

The fried noodles still taste the same - Emperor Guanghui commented.

He still used some condiments in the fried noodles, such as celery and scallions that he didn’t like to eat.

When the condiments piled up into a hill, Angseth deftly scooped the hill into his plate until a can protested.

Their provider was often a picky eater, so the can started taking shifts eating foods that the provider picked out that they didn't like.

To be honest, the empire has no plans to grow spices and condiments.

Most spices come from newly discovered planets.

These things are valuable to canners.

After finishing a whole plate of fried noodles, Emperor Guanghui put the plate aside, and then.

"Hiccup~"

"Water! Water! Water!"

A pile of cans began to worry, fearing that the porcelain would break again.

This night without fighting was obviously very relaxing, but the cans felt tired and fulfilled.

Their worry about the porcelain even made them temporarily forget their blood thirst.

"How many clones did the empire have..."

Angseth still couldn't bear to ask the question, but he couldn't bear to finish it.

"I don't know, but it seems like every legion has some."

The Emperor's Glory answered calmly. He dug into his small bag for a long time and finally took out a pack of spicy chips and handed it to Angseth.

Angseth took the snack blankly and cast an impossible look at him.

"We all share the same memories, Captain Unseth."

The Emperor's Glory broke through this canned defense at every turn.

Everything in front of you must be done.

He had to approach these cans in a strange yet familiar persona, in order to relieve some of their pure dependence.

Because of his self-defeating discovery, in the future timeline, there are cans of the Ninth Legion who do not recognize Sanguinius but only recognize him.

How do you say this? The Sixth Evil God is the Primarch of the Ninth Legion? The emperor must not smile crookedly?
  "So...I am not...that..."

Angseth began to feel guilty for his indifference during their initial meeting.

The other cans also blamed themselves like children who had done something wrong.

With the same blood and memory, even if they can't completely treat each other as the original quartermasters, they can no longer feel how far apart they are.

It is a tradition for the material provider to give out snacks before telling stories, and He is already familiar with what kind of snacks or fruits everyone likes to eat. “Vann, your cookies.”

Emperor's Glory called out the name of a can.

The group of cans began to follow their memories and recall what they had done when they received the snacks.

Vann came to the quartermaster, took a box of cookies, then knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.

Emperor Glory stood up, stretched out his hand that was a little small for the cans, and touched his head.

Fann suddenly seemed to have taken stimulants and ran away holding the cookies.

As usual, there was a can who wanted to snatch his cookies.

Unseth opened his eyes wide before Emperor Glory called out the next name.

Then he remembered that there was such a ceremony for receiving snacks, and he immediately knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.

"You are more forgetful than me."

Guang Yu smiled and touched his head.

There seems to be no deep meaning in this sentence, Angseth always felt that something was wrong.

But the Quartermaster's "Next" and the urging of the other Gene Brothers tell him to walk away immediately.

"Xia Keli, chocolate wafers."

Another can came forward and was touched on the head.

This is the tradition of the Ninth Legion.

The quartermaster told them stories such as "The immortal caressed my head, and I was blessed with immortality by tying my hair."

So they asked the quartermaster if he could give them a "top" blessing once a day.

The quartermaster originally planned to refuse, but unfortunately all the cans looked at him helplessly.

It became a tradition for them, and even when new cans arrived during that time, they thought it was a great tradition.

They have no idea that this tradition has formed a subspace projection.

Anything involving light and desire, the end of chaos, will become a ritual as long as there is regularity and scale.

The evil god caressed my head, and I was blessed with immortality by tying my hair!
  The average lifespan of an Astartes is about a thousand years, and the Ninth Legion has a longer lifespan due to Sanguinius's powerful vitality.

As for the cans of the Ninth Legion that received the evil god's caress, as long as they did not die in battle, each of them would still be within the shelf life of the can after 10,000 years.

When all the cans were touched, Emperor Glory hesitated.

"Well, can we not draw a lottery?"

"no!"

Carnival time for cans!

Guangyu began to grind his teeth in anger, and the sound of grinding reached the ears of the cans.

Angseth began to take out the lottery machine that had not been used for too long.

"Whoever draws number 44 will be today's lucky winner! No arguments allowed!"

After the leader of the pity team warned the cans, he nervously turned off the machine.

On the machine, steel balls with numbers began to roll.

The steel ball rolled around in a big circle and finally selected a lucky person among a bunch of names.

"It's me! I'm the one chosen!"

The can named Yolly stood up, excited and incoherent.

He trotted to the Quartermaster and removed the power armor from his arms.

"Manicure or head licking?"

Guangyu pursed his lips, feeling aggrieved.

This is a collective welfare that can be obtained shamelessly.

Can the evil god not be too cute in their eyes? So they have long wanted to rua.

The others were evil-hearted but not courageous, but one of them insisted on being miserable to the quartermaster and to the military doctor in a war when he still had 0.4 of his own left.

After being deceived into getting a head pat, the guy suddenly said, "You want us to touch your head, not you to touch ours."

If one can takes the lead, the evil trend cannot be stopped, and suddenly a bunch of cans are doing the same thing.

In the end, it became a hellish tradition of drawing a raffle or having your nails cut before telling a story.

"Touch... let's get my nails done."

With big blue eyes staring at him, the honest can was deceived by the evil god pretending to be pitiful.

Not wanting to be touched, the evil god immediately took out his nail clippers and began to trim the fingernails of the can.

Quiet night, swaying firelight, bright white moon, world-covering snow and stubborn rocky sides outcropping the ground.

The nails were quickly trimmed, and Yoli returned to his seat and sat down.

Guang Yu took out his fairy tale book.

(End of this chapter)