Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

No one is willing to accept this contract. Angseth's heart is broken. It is too difficult for him to make this choice.

If Rasta hadn't instilled the memories of those different timelines into him, he would have immediately rejected the contract, but now he has it.

As for the other cans, they were both looking forward to Angseth's rejection and fearing that he would not agree.

Man is such a contradictory life, unable to let go but also forced to let go.

What interrupted this silence and strange atmosphere was the kitchen.

"You look familiar."

The cans began to distribute the food, and everyone kept silent about the previous topic and contract.

A can was brought over for Rasten's share.

It's not that the Quartermaster looks too cute for the Astartes, but the bowl is small and the portion is small.

The evil god's small dining table was set up and a large bowl of ramen was placed on the table.

The quartermaster turned his head and looked at the noodle bowl.

Then he looked up and looked at the can on the end with a flattering look.

The quartermaster smiled relievedly and took out a fully automatic small water gun.

"I don't eat beef!"

"I eat! I eat!"

Instantly the atmosphere of the entire team became lively again.

The noodles are indeed very strong, steaming hot, and the sounds of eating noodles can be heard one after another.

The bean sprouts are crispy and the green cabbage leaves are fresh and slightly bitter, which adds some variety to the salty and slightly sweet soup.

The meat slices are evenly sliced ​​and fried, giving it the crispiness of fried food and the toughness of being soaked in soup. The soft-boiled omelette coats the already attractive noodles with a golden color, giving it a richer and more flavorful texture.

I ate this bowl of noodles happily until one of the cans was bitten by the noodles.

How exactly did you bite it? If you suck the noodles too quickly, the noodles will bounce up and the soup will come into your eyes.

Even the mighty Astartes of the Empire and the lackeys of the Four Gods of Chaos were unable to stop the existence of their invincible chainsword, and they were beaten by a noodle until they howled.

This is simply impossible! Let’s not talk about the problem of the soup. Let’s ask Astarte about his reaction speed to allow the soup from his noodles to attack him. Did you make it from Catachan wheat? Even if it is made from Catachan wheat, it should be settled when it is cooked.

"I need a pharmacist's treatment!"

That can revealed his wild ambition. He did this because many years ago, he was also eating noodles. The pharmacist ate ramen for the logistics team who was delivering supplies at that time, which made the other party doubt his life.

We are here to bring you food and weapons and equipment and medical supplies.

As a result, we had real delicious food at your place. Isn’t that true?

At that time, there was an auxiliary army who was obsessed with this problem while eating noodles. She was bitten by the noodles. The pharmacist went over and gave her a long eye blow.

A can took the lead, and suddenly a bunch of cans were ready...

"The snow will stop later. After eating the noodles, we will have a snowball fight. Anyone who gets his eyes stained by the noodle soup is not worthy of being on my team."

Rasta ate the fried eggs and pointed at the clever cans with his chopsticks.

The several cans that had been bitten by the noodle soup glared at the wise Astartes who took the lead.

Ramen is eaten very quickly, even if there are two more bowls of noodles from the can, these guys want to do everything fast, faster, faster.

This speed of eating noodles is already the result of the quartermaster teaching them to slow down over and over again.

A bunch of cans were drawn by lot. Those with the number four were in the same team as the Quartermaster, and those without the number four were in the same team as Unseth.

Angseth felt that this captain really didn’t want to be the captain anymore, it was too much!

The other canned reasons are sufficient: You, the captain, are usually closest to the quartermaster, and it’s time to experience the pain of the genetic brothers during the snowball fight.

"Gailin, number four."

Galin became a member of the team fourteen years ago. He was named Galin because it was his mother's name.

"Lorluo, number four."

"Dolotyphon, number four..."

As each of the cans that were drawn began to show the paper in their hands, Angseth gradually realized that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, the draw should be half and half, right?

Why did you all get the No. 4 pick? Wait, what are you writing over there? you tell me! what are you writing? !

Finally, when everyone came to have a snowball fight outside the battleship, Angseth was stunned.

He was alone, standing on the snow, opposite a group of cans gearing up.

This posture scared the Astartes who were bitten by noodles and rushed to wash the dishes without following him.

"This...this is unreasonable..."

Angseth tried to protest. He felt that there must be something shady.

I don’t know if there is some shady story, but a lot of cans have been scattered and started to snowball!

You let Can Can have a snowball fight with fist-sized snowballs? How can it be? Can't you roll one meter in diameter?

Angseth turned around and ran away.

Are you kidding me? Throw the overwhelming one-meter snowball over and bury you alive? How is this different from an avalanche? You thought there was only one round of projection?

The cans were playing in full swing, and Rasta glanced at the egg-sized snowball in his hand.

It seems a little too small and doesn't fit properly.

The surrounding Astartes also noticed that the Quartermaster didn't seem to be very good at snowballing.

Just when they volunteered to help each other get a super suitable snowball.

The quartermaster looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, as if... he seemed to be moving? !

A bunch of cans' expressions changed, and they quickly rolled a bunch of snowballs and put them in front of Him.

Only then did Angseth save his life.

The snowball fight started to change sides, because it was boring to chase the captain away.

When a group of bloodthirsty monsters transformed back into the angels of the empire, the snowball fight was almost over.

"I have sent the coordinates of this planet back to the empire through my avatar. It's time for us to go to the next planet."

Rasta clapped his hands and returned to the battleship.

"How long will you stay this time?"

Angseth summoned his courage, followed, and asked the question that concerned him most.

"Until you get settled."

Guang Yu said, looking somewhere in the starry sky.

The cans have long been accustomed to His actions.

The Imperium would not give them orders when the Quartermasters arrived, for the Emperor's glorious orders were military orders.

The Quartermaster will often look up and know where the next battlefield is, taking his entire squad to a new planet.

The battleship started to move, and Rasta communicated with the battleship's machine soul and told the direction of the destination.

The warship took off, penetrated the sea of ​​clouds and the atmosphere, arrived outside the earth, started the subspace engine, and left the galaxy.

The subspace, which used to be filled with noise all day long, was eerily quiet today. Even without a star torch to guide it or a navigator to lead the way, the battleship was still moving quickly in the subspace.

"I will find the best navigator for you. There are many auxiliary troops who will be willing to accept you. It just depends on whether you can control your temper and live in peace with others."

The Quartermaster yawned. According to the custom in the Ninth Legion, it was time for him to take a nap.

"Our father, you say, he has a pair of wings?"

Angseth suddenly remembered something.

"Yes, that's right."

Speaking of this, I am not sleepy just because of lust.

"Then the winged Babar star you told us before..."

Angseth and several cans began to secretly curse the poison.

When the quartermaster told this story, he also told them that the Babar people were good.

What did their filial sons say?

"No, there must be something wrong with the alien with wings!"

"You are biased. What if there is nothing wrong with him? He became a father at a young age. Have you ever thought about his children?"

"Hmph! Who cares! When we meet, within three rounds, I'll beat him until he calls me daddy!"