In the game "Super God": 800 Astartes at the start!

"An existence that unexpectedly traveled through time, the Primarch of the Human Empire, awakened the genes of the Galactic Force, and leads eight hundred of his genetic offspring, the Astartes..."

"Interesting, some discrepancies in the information."

Angel Yan discovered that the information about Saint Gilles that she read on Earth was somewhat different from the information she read from the sacred treasury of knowledge.

Angel Yan then casually uploaded the information she had read from Earth into the sacred treasury of knowledge.

"Interesting. I'll go meet him later." With that thought, Angel Yan stopped reading the data, turned around, and began to carry out her task.

Saint Gilles, who was studying technology at the base, had no idea what was happening here. Even if he did know, he wouldn't care. After all, Angel Yan's arrival would give him another chance to win a prize, saving him the trouble of searching again.

"It's lunchtime, want to go to the cafeteria together?" Lianfeng asked, looking at the tall figure beside her.

"Eating? Sure, it's a good opportunity to try the food on Earth now. The food ten thousand years from now is... well, let's just say it's not what it's like. Many of Earth's plants and animals have already gone extinct due to war."

Saint Gilles hasn't tasted Earth's delicacies for centuries, and now he misses them terribly.

Saint Gilles smiled gently at Lianfeng and asked, "By the way, are the food supplies sufficient? I plan to invite my descendants to taste the delicacies of China from tens of thousands of years ago."

"Of course, we have plenty of food reserves," Lianfeng smiled dismissively. No matter how much the Astartes could eat, how much could they possibly consume?

Upon hearing Lianfeng's affirmative reply, Saint Gilles nodded and simultaneously informed his genetic offspring via the psionic network to come and dine together.

As Space Marines, they don't need to eat every day, and even when they do, it's high-energy food. However, it's rare to have a period of rest without fighting, so it's not bad for the genetic offspring of the Lamenters Chapter to experience the life of ordinary people.

After all these years of fighting, can't we at least enjoy ourselves a little?

Upon hearing in the psionic network that the Astartes would be able to dine with their genetic father, they were immediately filled with joy and excitement.

Saint Gilles was genuinely worried that they were becoming Horusian, so he blurted out, "Father loves me."

Upon arriving at the mess hall, Saint Gilles found it already filled with his genetic offspring. He noticed his company commanders sitting together, leaving one empty seat, clearly reserved for their genetic father.

Saint Gilles gasped. To be honest, he regretted it a little. This was too enthusiastic. In the Warhammer world, the Blood Angels were already enthusiastic, but now they had become enthusiastic weepers.

"By the way, should we change the chapter title back to something like Holy Blood Angels..."

My mind was racing with thoughts, but in reality, not even half a second had passed.

"Father."

"Primarch."

........

His offspring greeted him warmly, and Saint Gilles returned a gentle smile, a smile that made them even more joyful and excited.

Finally, Saint Gilles picked up his special plate and began selecting food at the serving window.

A feeling of returning to school flashed through Saint Gilles' mind.

"Your offspring are very welcoming to you," Lianfeng said as she selected food.

Upon hearing Lianfeng's words, Saint Gilles paused slightly, recalling their ordeal and the oath he had made under Baal. He slowly said, "I once swore under the skies of Baal to my children that I would love them forever, love my children forever, until eternity."

"They have been freed from the crimson thirst of their genes, and the torment of their black fury rarely erupts. They have suffered countless slanders, insults, and defamations, but they have never betrayed humanity. They have always kept their oath, fighting for humanity and for the light. I am proud of my sons."

"I am happy to see them living a peaceful life. I had thought about the days after the war ended during the Great Expedition."

The noise in the restaurant wasn't loud, and Saint Gilles didn't deliberately turn the volume up or down. The Astartes, with their superhuman hearing, clearly heard the words of the Father of Genetics.

Sure enough, my father loves me!

This idea popped into the minds of many Astartes simultaneously.

Soon, Saint Gilles had chosen his food, but he did not accept the high-energy cubes offered by the cafeteria staff. After all, Saint Gilles was eating now only to savor the taste of the food, not to replenish his energy.

Lianfeng found a seat and sat down, while Saint Gilles ate with his children.

"Alright, my sons, no need to wait any longer, let's dig in and enjoy the food of Guterra."

Hearing Saint Gilles' gentle voice, the Astartes began to pick up their chopsticks and savor the delicacies of Earth.

Saint Gillespie also started eating; there was little conversation in the dining hall, only the rustling of food being eaten.

After lunch, Saint Gilles returned to the training ground with his offspring, where they would practice their psionic abilities together in the afternoon.

Saint Gilles and his offspring sat cross-legged together in the training ground, communicating with each other through the psionic network.

In the afternoon, Saint Gilles also discussed the future direction of the warband with his sons.

First, it will revert to the Legion system and be renamed Blood Angels. The paint scheme and banner will also be updated accordingly, but some elements of the Lamenters Chapter will be retained.

The next step was to form the Holy Blood Guard, also known as the Primitive Guard, by selecting the champions from each company.

In terms of supplies, the Super Soldier Corps and the military provided a lot. The replaced gene seed, Saint Gilles, was returned to the system space. In addition, a batch of gene seeds was produced to restore the legion's strength to 25.

However, this was a bit of a headache for Saint Gilles, since the mortality rate for recruiting soldiers from Astartes was indeed quite high. Even if recruits underwent the original Astartes modification surgery, the mortality rate was still around 60%.

This is still based on the probability of future humans being genetically modified to be far more powerful than current humans.

Furthermore, Saint Gilles didn't want to use trashy recruits like death row inmates; good-looking guys were preferred.

At this point, Saint Gilles was in a bind, unable to use the cloning technology from the spacefaring technology he possessed, since there were precedents in the Empire where people who wanted to clone humans and transform them into Astartes had all failed.

The age range for Astartes surgery is 10 to 16 years old. If you take this request to the military to ask for people, even if the military agrees, it will be difficult to successfully recruit them. After all, what ordinary person would send their child to undergo a modification surgery with a mortality rate as high as 60%?

After all, they are currently unaware of the alien invasion.

At this point, an idea popped into Saint Gilles' mind.