Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

The demon prince of lust.

At this moment, they are abducting a child who is just over thirty days old.

Yes, even though Sanguinius is several meters tall, when he spreads his wings, he feels more oppressive than other Primarchs.

But he really only climbed out of the training cabin not long ago.

If Rasta were here, she would have already been clamoring for a full-moon banquet for him.

Full Moon Wine invites Trazin first because the red envelope will be bigger.

During the dinner, Guang Yu wanted to sit at the same table with four old guys. There was no other reason. The main reason was that the main dishes on this table were more delicious.

Maybe Khorne would ask Light to stand up before the meal, then sit down himself, and say that everyone here is rubbish!

"I know what you are thinking. Do you think your father is someone else?"

As a son of lust for light, Nusgreen must learn some ancestral skills.

Sanguinius nodded. His father was an old corn farmer who refused to admit that he was a god.

“First, let’s take a look at what makes you unique.

Do mortals have such power as you? "

"No...no way..."

Sanguinius, who had just become a full moon, was definitely inexperienced compared to a painter who had been working in Liting for so many years.

"Very well, your strength, intelligence, size, growth speed, and your ability to fly that does not actually rely on wings all prove that you are not a mortal!

Then the answer is obvious, you! A son of God! "

As Nusgreen said this, he took out an oversized lollipop from the drawing paper and handed it to the imperial child.

Sugar is a very precious energy on the Babar planet, and the Archangel has no reason to refuse.

The colorful giant lollipop happened to be the normal size in Sanguinius's hand. He hesitated and put it into his mouth. The next moment, the body function of the original body that could squeeze out every ounce of energy from food began to operate.

The archangel's pupils were dilating with the joy brought by the sugar.

This seems to taste very good!

The painter certainly didn't expect a lollipop to abduct the most powerful Primarch.

"I think that since you met a person who you thought was your father under the influence of certain abilities, then you should have heard him talking to himself. He said that he was not a god."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Sanguinius, who was busy eating a lollipop, nodded repeatedly and said nothing.

In the radiating environment of Babar Star, it is very luxurious to not starve to death. There is no delicious food. This lollipop can be said to be a dimensionality-reducing blow to the Archangel.

"Think about it, you are a child of God, and he is not a God, but my father is a true Lord God who has always been paying attention to you.

So, my father is your father, is there any problem? "

Nusgreen said as he touched the angel's wings again.

Sanguinius took out the lollipop and said to the painter.

"Well, the wings are a very sensitive part."

"Oh, sorry."

"Then can you take your hand back?"

"I'll give you two pieces of chocolate and let me touch them for a while."

"What is chocolate?"

The artist took out two pieces of black chocolate with an extremely silky texture and handed them to the poor child who had grown up eating mutated beast meat.

"Well……"

The dilated pupils shrank again, the archangel's hand caressed his cheek, and his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

After swallowing the two pieces of chocolate, he proposed a trade request.

"One hundred and thirty pieces of chocolate, I can touch them for you for a day!"

Sanguinius sold his body so that the people of his tribe could enjoy the same thing.

What he is doing now is just like what the emperor did before the city of Rome was founded. It can be said that he is inheriting his father's legacy.

"make a deal!"

Both parties to the transaction were secretly laughing at themselves for taking advantage.

Sanguinius's mental activity: Hey hey hey, my bottom line is one third!

Nusgreen said calmly: This brother is so easy to bully. I was going to give it to you. I didn’t give anyone food anywhere. I was going to give you cake.

"I still can't go with you."

After receiving the benefit, Sanguinius turned against him on the spot.

He said: "What you said does make sense, but I need to take care of the people on this planet, and I feel my fateful connection with them.

They can't lose me, and I can't lose them. "

The archangel was pretending to be stupid, not really stupid. Although he was still young, he was not fooled by a lollipop.

"Oh, that's a pity. I won't touch you anymore. I'll just pay the cat petting fee and leave."

Nusgreen took out the drawing paper and started shaking it on the ground.

A basket of apples fell, red and juicy.

The artist tried hard to show that there were too many things in the warehouse and I needed to find them.

So a box of ice cream fell out, a trio of taro, vanilla and chocolate flavors...

Nusgreen seemed to hear the sound of swallowing when he dropped out a few more bottles of Coke.

He was so lustful that he covered the ground so much that there was no room for anything in front of him or behind him.

Then he handed a whole plate of roast chicken to the Emperor of the Second Reich.

"Give...to me?!"

The hopeless one-month-old baby stared closely at the plate of roast chicken, and tears flowed from the corners of his mouth unconsciously.

"No, no, no! I just asked you to take it for me. I have no place to put it."

Still rummaging, the painter placed two plates of bolognese and mashed potatoes in the empty space on the roast chicken plate.

Under this abominable torture, the archangel didn't show much grievance on the surface.

But the pair of wings that wanted to fold and unfold but always felt like they couldn't move anywhere betrayed him.

Up until this moment, he had actually been able to endure it. Yes, he still had strong self-control.

Until Nusgreen started to eat while looking for it.

The Primarch's vision and senses were extremely acute.

The reaction speed of an Astartes can make him recall his life several times in a few seconds, let alone Sanguinius.

He has imagined the taste of these foods tens of thousands of times.

curiosity! There was also the child's shortcoming of being greedy, which tortured him all over.

This made him feel that the torture of blood thirst was not so terrible.

Sanguinius couldn't help it when the other man showed off his pancakes.

"You could obviously take it out immediately, but you deliberately never find it!"

The mind could not keep up with the speed of physical development, and the archangel had tears in his eyes.

Nusgreen stopped pretending to be a nice guy. He rolled pancakes into shredded potatoes and then verbally bullied the Five Gods.

"You just know! Let me tell you, I can search for ten years, but I still can't find those more than one hundred chocolates! Now I owe the money, and I am the boss!"

"Then I'm going to use these to pay off the debt!"

The archangel prepared to take off on the spot, holding the things in his hands and running away.

"That won't work, I'll do whatever I tell you."

How could Nusgreen let him off so easily?

"you are bullying me!"

Sanguinius was finally affected by the painter's spiritual filter of the evil son of lust for light.

"I just bullied you! Can you beat me? Hey, hey, I just saved you! I didn't even charge!

I am a serious and good person! There is no one better than me!

What, do you want to shake your parents? Then let me tell you, my father is much better than you think your father is!

Moreover, my father loves his children very much, but your father is not like that. He just uses his children as tools! "

Nussgreen once again took the topic astray.

What is this called? A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, a good primarch should recognize a good father, and an archangel should follow the desire of the little light!