Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 560: Charcoal-grilled Salamander

Serve the food?

Frankly speaking, those space Romans were probably foodies, or even pretty foodies.

But Guilliman is not actually among them, because the Primarch's demand for food is not that high, and secondly, Guilliman prefers to immerse himself in documents.

This matter is almost a consensus within the Empire, and Mr. Guilliman has an obsessive passion for documents.

But few people know that the Regent loves to eat, but he often doesn't have time to eat.

Whether it was the Great Crusade era in the early days of the Empire, as the Lord of Macragge he needed to expand and manage the Five Hundred Worlds.

It was during the Horus Heresy, after his hegemony had been established.

Guilliman had no time to eat anything, and even in the later stages of the Horus Heresy, the Regent went several months without a proper meal.

Under such circumstances, Guilliman can still maintain sufficient body functions. Perhaps for the Primarch, the so-called balanced diet is bullshit.

As we all know, humans are unable to produce protein and vitamins. Energy can be obtained through starch or directly ingesting sugar and fat, but it is not possible to construct protein and vitamins for the body.

Without protein, humans cannot maintain muscle density and cannot ensure the activity of physical capabilities.

Vitamins are factors that ensure the normal functioning of many body indicators.

But many animals can actually produce their own protein and vitamins. In other words, they can directly supplement all the nutrients their bodies need through a monotonous diet, such as plants.

If we use a human analogy, this person only needs to eat starch in his life, that is, foods such as rice or flour. In the 40th millennium of human civilization, there are even more incredible foods such as starch blocks.

Beings like Guilliman are probably such people. They don't need to think so much, and they don't even need to eat a lot. They only need a little starch to maintain the normal activities of their huge bodies.

In his next life, Taylor needs to consume 2000 kcal of calories a day, and his diet must include plants, salt, starch, meat, fruits, nuts, etc.

In comparison, it is extremely delicate.

In addition, the underlying code designed by the Emperor for the Primarchs is to have a soul and willpower that is more powerful than the body.

Such a design not only allows them to control their own bodies, but also allows them to better resist the invasion of chaos and adapt to the information dislocation caused by their long lifespan.

Their strong willpower makes them different from ordinary people in power. They do not need to satisfy their needs with endless material desires, and they will not mobilize all materials to create inexplicable things.

Unlike so many rulers throughout human history, they were not obsessed with material comforts, but were instead dedicated to fulfilling the destiny designed for them by the Emperor.

This has led many people to believe that the Primarchs do not need to satisfy their appetites. After all, they look so pure and flawless, just like the perfect rulers in human fantasy.

Even figures like Caesar, Alexander, Genghis Khan, and Napoleon could hardly compare with them. It is obvious that the limits that mortals can reach have been easily trampled upon by the Primarchs.

But now Taylor was a little confused when he saw Guilliman eating the grilled steak with his mouth full of oil.

The steak was also very strange. The lines on it were like frosted meat, with the snow-white color spreading out against the meat color, representing the perfect fusion of fat and muscle.

But the overall color contrast is sharp.

Let me put it this way, the gap between normal fat and meat should be a mixture of crystal clear and grilled color, but the meat here looks as strange as a ruby.

The fatty areas are like flaws in a gem, while the meat has almost no texture, more like intricate gem facets.

At first glance, it didn't even look like food, but rather a work of art. But Taylor knew one thing: the brave die of overeating, the timid die of starvation!
He picked up his knife and fork, cut the steak, and swallowed it.

When you put the steak in your mouth, you will first feel a spicy sensation, which means that the meat seems to contain irritating substances, which may be substances similar to capsaicin, or it may be a mild toxin.

Then there's the rich, sulphurous, meaty aroma that tastes like a roast meat evenly rubbed with spices and coated in a rich, spicy gravy.

The taste is tender first, then soft, and finally fragrant. It is very gentle, yet very strong.

Swallow it all together with the taste of salt and gunpowder, the spiciness and the aroma of meat.

"Huh..." Taylor let out a long sigh and asked, "What is this thing that's so powerful?"

Guilliman wiped his mouth and smiled. "This is my prey, a specialty of Nocturne, the Salamander."

"It's a giant lizard covered in a substance similar to obsidian. It can grow to about 10 meters in size. I heard the largest recorded capture was by the Emperor, and it was a full 15 meters long."

"But the monster was thrown into the magma by accident."

"So the effective record is my brother Vukan's 13 meters."

"But Vukan himself admitted that he saw his father carrying the monster, climbing up the crater."

"At the same time, I was invited by the Vulkan brothers to come here for a salamander hunt, because this is not only the style and ritual of their tribe, but also their way of hospitality."

Taylor asked at an inopportune moment. "So how big is the one on our table?"

Guilliman blushed and replied, "9 meters."

This is normal because salamanders are social animals, and secondly, they have high mobility and combat capabilities.

Those behemoths can withstand the scorching heat of magma, and most weapons and equipment are useless to them.

During the Nocturne Ritual, both Vulkan and the Emperor went hunting with their bare hands.

Guilliman also wanted to emulate his brother and father, but he soon realized that he was a little overconfident.

He was not adapted to the climate of Nocturne, and was not familiar with the things there. Finally, a 13-meter giant monster that he had his eyes on escaped, so he had to settle for the next best thing and choose an adult one.

This also shows the imperfect side of Guilliman's character, that is, if the matter does not involve important situations, the Primarch's character will become careless and rough.

Unexpectedly cute?
Taylor said worriedly as he looked at the meat on the plate.

"In other words, the Lord Regent is using this kind of food to entertain his distinguished guests?"

"I thought I'd get something as big as Vukan."

Guilliman replied. "I'm unfamiliar with the place. There's nothing I can do."

Taylor laughed at this. "I know, I was just kidding."

"My friend, you have become diplomatic and able to admit your failures."

Guilliman replied with a wry smile. "From you."

(End of this chapter)