Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

Sanguinius was inexplicably led astray by the Son of Lust, and started fighting with him.

Nusgren still underestimated Sanguinius's sense of responsibility and his lower limit as a primarch.

This archangel was born to be a scheming person. In the original timeline, everyone thought that he was the most suitable person to be the war commander, but he only wanted to be a theatergoer and refused to take the role.

And in the battlemaster selection, he supported one thing with his front foot and another with his back foot, which made the cat Pokémon who wanted to be the warmaster most look at him with resentful eyes, and he really became a resentful woman.

There are some things that Sanguinius can really do.

For example, as a child who is just one month old, he can cry loudly after being bullied!

"Wow!"

Angel's Tears fell, and Nusgreen was dumbfounded.

He could no longer use deception to quickly bring this guy back to the Court of Dawn.

So he began to beg for mercy.

"Okay, okay, my fault, my fault, these things are all for you, free of charge, you don't need to follow me!"

The archangel seemed to come from a famous basin in Holy Terra. His face changed on the spot, his smile bright and sunny.

"You told me earlier, you wasted so much water on me. By the way, remember to replenish the chocolate for me too."

Sanguinius, a Babarian, has very little water to drink every day. After all, due to environmental constraints, he can only rely on the powerful control ability of the original body to lock in body moisture.

It's not like Fulgrim in Cornis, it's so juicy that it squirts.

Nusgreen collected everything on the ground into the painting, sighing as he collected it.

"No wonder that blue-haired man said that you are particularly suitable to be my father's child. Your sense of responsibility, care for others, your own bright qualities, and your nature to guide others to become light chasers are really...

Oh, why don't you help me clean it up? Once you've packed it up, I'll just give you the painting. "

The painter looked up and saw the unhelpful guy talking nonsense.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." Gourmet Sanguinius smiled "shyly".

The Archangel and the Painter, who were eating and walking, began to return to the Pure Blood Tribe.

Nusgreen was ready for a long-term war, and he planned to spend more time abducting the other party.

Since inducements don't work and logic doesn't make sense, we can only accumulate feelings first. You must also have feelings before you can play the emotional card.

"What was that... from before?"

Sanguinius spoke of Skarbrand.

"How should I put it? It's a lost dog, you just need to know that it's here to tie you up.

Look, that guy who is weaker than me wants to kidnap you, but what about me? I am so strong, but I still give you good words and give you so much food, which shows how excellent my family education is..."

Nuss Green kept saying one thing: "How wonderful my father was."

He wanted to bring out the emperor again to compare, so as to make the lust for light even more majestic.

"The father you think is not good, he will think your wings are superfluous and are caused by mutation.

It's obviously so cute and good-looking.

My father would probably jump on the table and praise you for how beautiful your wings are, but that tough-talking guy would just look at you and shake his head, putting great psychological pressure on you.

have a look! have a look! What is domestic cold violence? And let me tell you, you still have some children under his control. Not only are they not guaranteed food and drink every day, but they are also despised by everyone. Every day, they pray to you who they have never met in the most terrifying corner.

Just like that, they still have to face the pitiable situation of being eliminated and killed by your so-called father at any time..."

As Nusgreen talked, he couldn't go on.

Because Sanguinius stopped.

Occasionally when the archangel is sleeping, he can bless his genetic descendants through light desire and share their dreams with those who have also received something from light desire.

But this commonality is one-way. Those Astartes who live in fear and despair, without the essence of subspace and the ability to predict, cannot see their genetic father.

"I know that your father has taken care of them, and there are several lights in their hearts. The brightest place is a figure who is not tall but majestic enough..."

Sanguinius actually knew about the lust for light, but it was quite difficult for him to make the choice to devote himself to the lust for light.

While the two were traveling, members of the Pure Blood Tribe came over on a rusty two-person motorcycle with the same color as the engine on the ground.

After placing the child, they immediately came to the aid of their god.

The blood connected the planet Baal and the sun. For them, it was too scary. Their angel god encountered a divine battle!

Sanguinius' size is evident in the desert.

These mutants, who were ready to take off their protective clothing at any time and fight with the archangel's enemies, suddenly cheered with joy.

They really sacrifice their lives to benefit each other.

Taking off the protective clothing makes it easier to fight, but the terrible radiation will directly kill at least 30% of them.

Those who survive will also suffer from radiation sickness and suffer for a lifetime.

As the bikes came to a stop, the mutants met their god, their undisputed god.

Faced with the temptations of Khorne and Lust, Sanguinius never abandoned them who were deformed and had nothing.

For it was they, deformed and destitute, who raised the Primarch.

In order to make his followers lower their guard against Nusgreen, he introduced painters.

"This is my savior. I encountered a terrible and powerful enemy, thanks to him."

Nusgreen gave his name to these mutants.

I was nervous when I came, but I was overjoyed when I went back.

The Pure Blood Tribe is rooted in an underground cave. The temperature here is relatively suitable. The most important thing is that there is groundwater that is not seriously polluted.

There is not much water produced every day, not as good as the rainfall in Phoenix, but it is more stable.

This is the fundamental reason why the Pure Blood Tribe can survive and continue to thrive.

The archangel asked for chocolates and candies in advance, and when he was worshiped and surrounded by children after entering the cave, he distributed these irresistible items to the children.

After getting the candies, and with the reminder from their parents, they remembered that they should remain reverent to God and not offend Him.

So these children approached Nusgreen with curiosity.

"Are you...and our god brothers?"

A little girl looked at Nusgren, who was very similar to Sanguinius in many places, and couldn't help but become curious.

"How should I put it, not real brothers, but better than real brothers."

"Then are you an angel of light or an angel of darkness?"

"No, you misunderstood, I am not an angel, I am a big devil, wow! I want to eat children!"

"Hahaha……"

The son of lust chased the little girl with two pairs of ears and started playing around.

This caused Sanguinius to lower his last guard against Nusgren.

He has always been worried that this mysterious and powerful painter will have some kind of dislike for his children who were mutated by radiation.

The leader of the Pure Blood Tribe came over to warn the other children.

"This is also a god, keep reverent!"

Sanguinius described a "God War" to them, and the power of Nusgreen was revealed by the Archangel.

"Are you a god?"

The family education that the little girl received since childhood told her that she must fear and believe in God.

The distance between mortals and gods made the little girl put away her playful thoughts and prepare to salute.

"Yes, I am a god! I am the god who loves children the most! Especially the ones with so many cute little ears. Don't run away, let me rub them!"