Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

In the world of radiation, the people of the Pure Blood tribe stood in the sun, each with a bottle of water containing trace amounts of salt distributed by the painter and some agricultural tools such as hoes.

The strong wind swept particles of debris that could be called arsenic sand and slapped them on their protective clothing, and the Geiger index almost approached the safety threshold several times.

Nusgreen handed Sanguinius a set of construction drawings and asked him to allow these people to turn the terrain into a rough draft according to the drawings.

“I can’t be busy expanding outwards for the time being, so I will gradually transform the area near the underground cave into normal land without radiation where crops can be grown.

The power my father gave me carries a lot of knowledge, and it also includes his evil spirit filter, which is a very strange spiritual force field that can distort reality to a certain extent.

Theoretically, I can directly turn an area into a completely radiation-free territory and restore the radioactive elements to their original appearance.

I need you to reclaim these lands. It may be difficult, but it must be done.

You do not have to follow the drawings exactly, but the construction procedures related to the Holy Number Four must be fully in place. This is part of the ceremony.

Finally, I need you to step aside for a moment while you finish what you are doing. "

Nussgreen had already laid out the drawing board and mixed the paints.

Sanguinius listened carefully, not missing any detail of what the painter said.

The people of the Pure Blood Tribe pricked up their ears.

Their greatest pursuit in life, besides following angels, is to change the current cruel environment and have a normal world.

Now, this god who is no different from an angel is about to give them all this. All they need to do is to put in labor that is not life-threatening. It may be hard, but it is very worth it.

Think about it, in the past, without Sanguinius, it would have been much more difficult for them to hunt, and they would have faced the risk of returning empty-handed or even losing their companions.

Every time they go out is a big gamble. Compared with now, their hard work will definitely pay off. How can they not be enthusiastic?

After this reclamation work lasted for several hours, Nusgreen's drawing board showed a scene exactly like the world in front of him.

Sanguinius is the hardest working person, and he basically does the heaviest and hardest work, but compared to his strength, these things seem to have become much easier.

"That's enough, let's take a rest."

Nussgreen stopped the work and asked everyone to leave the construction site in front of them.

The people of the Pure Blood Tribe put away their tools, ran to the side, and drank a little bit of water for themselves carefully and stingily.

It is difficult for people who have not lived under nuclear radiation to taste the difference between radioactive water and clean water.

But the entire population of Babar Planet has evolved this ability due to exposure to nuclear radiation.

Some special cells in their bodies can help them feel the taste of water. The purer the water, the sweeter it is. Water with strong radiation will be bitter, numb, or even sour that they will vomit on the spot.

The water, made even sweeter by a little salt, is so precious.

"What's going on? I'm out of the way here."

Sanguinius came to the painter's side and bent down.

"no problem."

Nussgreen picked up the paint with a brush and began to smear it on the paper.

A few touches of color from plant roots appeared on the drawing board. Then, the artist added a few dots of green to those plant roots.

"This is a plant that has relatively harsh requirements on the environment." The painter explained.

Planet Babar is not without plants, but all of them are extremely harsh. In order to adapt to the cruel environment, they would like to evolve themselves into a poison-quenched chain sword that takes root in the earth.

Sanguinius looked at the few green spots on the painting, and then at the Geiger Indexer.

The pointer now has reached the white area.

The black area is a danger of death, the red area is not suitable for long-term stay, the yellow area is survivable, but the radiation is very strong, and the silver area is suitable for mutants to survive and has a favorable environment.

The entire surface of Babar Star is a yellow area. The underground cave of Pure Blood will wander back and forth between yellow and silver, but the water source has always been a silver area for some reason. It stands to reason that the radiation in the water would be higher.

The white area means there is almost no radiation, and the radiation caused by electronic equipment is stronger than the white area.

The archangel rested his chin on Nusgreen's shoulder and looked at the drawing board.

The other party could provide a good life for his tribe, so Sanguinius decided to close the relationship.

"When will you arrange for me to meet them?"

He felt it necessary to meet the two sisters whom Nusgreen believed were there.

"It's hard to say. Well, let's see what's going on ahead."

The painter urged the good brother to look at the corresponding position in the painting.

The archangel straightened up and looked forward. There were indeed plants taking root in the soil.

"These are peanut sprouts. You can save them for frying at night."

After the painter was sure that he had achieved results, he began to pack up his painting tools.

The mutants nearby were delighted. They had already picked up their farm tools and were ready to continue working. Even Sanguinius felt that he could let his good brother Nusgreen complete the painting today.

"What are you doing?"

Nusgreen reminded these guys who had to work again.

"of course……"

Sanguinius looked at the sky. It was still bright.

"Go home, work eight hours a day, and have an hour's rest in between."

"It's not even eight hours."

"But there are also set working hours."

"Is this how you help us transform the world? Work overtime!"

"Our Court of Dawn is like this. My father once resurrected that world for me. The connection between me and Li Ting allows me to sense what probably happened to her no matter where I am.

As my father's eldest son, I will not disobey any of His will. "

"Please! Please work overtime!"

"Release my legs!"

"I don't!"

Archangel Sanguinius held the painter's leg and refused to let him go. He was even reluctant to pull out the peanut buds.

It’s time to go to work! Gotta work overtime! It’s urgent to transform the world!

"After all, you are a guy who is believed by others and is called a god. Look at your followers. Don't you feel ashamed..."

Nusgreen was almost speechless as he looked at the archangel, who was acting like a scoundrel and had his head raised in aggrieved manner.

"No, no, no, our God would rather lower his posture for us. We will only respect Him more and be more loyal to Him.

So...just work overtime! "

People of pure blood can't wait to give Nusgreen another thigh to embrace.

It was getting dark, but they all still wanted to continue, and even said that they could work in three shifts. Some people took the initiative to ask themselves to work two of the three shifts in a row. Sanguinius was the original body and could sleep without rest. He asked 007!

"Go back to bed, you bastard!"

No matter how elegant he was, the painter became violent and ferociously drove the archangel and his people back to the cave.

"These seedlings must be taken care of by someone..." Someone decided to keep vigil here.

Pulling peanut sprouts and frying them is too luxurious in their opinion, so it is better to let them grow up.

"If you don't leave, I'll bury you in the ground to fertilize the fields!"

The son of lust drove the workaholics back to the underground cave more than a dozen times.

Those who stayed behind have been waiting for a long time. During the meal, the little girl was still guarding the Glory Power Armor.

Nusgreen came to her side and touched the power armor with his fingers.

There is an extra line of words on it, a line of words that is really crooked and totally incompatible with the beauty.

This made the little girl panic. She didn't even notice the sudden change.

"It's not your fault, or rather, it's your luck."

Nussgreen didn't think the word was particularly ugly, he just felt it was unusually kind.

"Really?"

"Really, the first half of this sentence is called Wings of Dawn."

"What about the last half of the sentence?"

"Then you'll have to ask Him yourself in the future."

"Who is He?"

"You will know. Okay, go to bed. You don't have to watch me at night."

After coaxing the little girl to sleep, Nusgreen dove occupied the magpie's nest, and his inner activities were quite rich.

Hahaha, it’s my turn to guard! The power armor made by my father is so beautiful! It's a pity that it's a women's style, otherwise I would also want to wear it.