Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

The title of four-winged angel made the little girl nervous and a little embarrassed.

The God of Angels is the name of Sanguinius, and he only has one pair of wings. She suddenly had a four-winged angel, which made her feel a little...

"I still feel like I'm not..."

"Why not? He is an archangel, you are a four-winged angel, and the archangel is the head of all angels.

You already carry his genetic blood, you are his follower, and you are already bound to him.

I have activated your angel bloodline. When you see him again, you will even have some kind of reaction.

Or are you unwilling to follow him? "

Rasta was extremely patient.

"But……"

She still felt that following Sanguinius was too far away and too difficult.

"You have to do anything before you know it. If you are always timid, you will not get anything. You will only have regrets. You have already been lonely once.

You should have seen that you were so powerful when you came back from the future. Unfortunately, in your life, you only touched him at the last moment through that glorious power armor.

Think about it, you can even transcend time and space by following him. You are a well-deserved angel. Your power and excellence are far beyond your imagination.

What's wrong with a child being greedy? You just want to be close to your father. "

Rasta had no intention of hiding something from her.

"that's me?"

The little girl, who had always been hesitant and timid, was not sure.

In her opinion, the owner of the Glory Power Armor is mysterious and powerful, and he is respected by the entire Pure Blood Tribe.

There is a huge difference between her and this little mutant who just got the qualification to protect the Glory power armor.

"That's you! You prayed to the most cruel and terrifying thing in the entire galaxy, and you returned from the future to the present.

You are not even afraid of that terrible thing, so why should you be afraid of the accusations made by the people in your tribe? "

Rasta said, taking out a poke ball.

This elf ball has been given a certain concept by Him. Only specific people can use it and conquer the original body.

The specific person is right in front of you.

He gave the Poké Ball to the little girl.

"Here is this for you. When your genetic father becomes a dark angel next time and cannot control himself, or is seriously injured, throw this at him. The fighting instinct of the gene seed will tell you what happens next."

It makes sense for the little angel to use the elf ball to conquer the archangel.

The little girl who took the elf ball finally summoned up the courage.

"The name Thirteen doesn't sound good, and it also looks like a number. I want to give you a new name."

Raste mentioned the temporary name given to the four-winged angel by the Pure Blood Tribe.

On Babar Planet, it is extremely difficult for a child to live to adulthood. In many cases, they will not be given a name before they reach adulthood, but will be given a number to indicate which generation the child is. born.

Being able to have a formal name in advance is a good wish for the children of the Pure Blood Tribe.

But now, what is giving the blessing is the pinnacle of the entire real universe.

Thirteen didn’t know Rasta’s identity, but she looked forward to this good wish.

"From today on, your name is Holy Lena. You are the four-winged descendant of the Archangel and his guardian angel. You can achieve the extravagant wishes in your heart."

Rasta gave the final encouragement, and he had already felt the other party's active heart.

Holy Lena wanted to be a little more greedy.

"Well, please, can I use this thing to conquer others?"

She remembered a particularly good person.

"Do you mean?"

Raste thought that the little angel wanted to use this to conquer the enemy or other primarchs.

"There is a god named Painter in our tribe. I like him very much. I want to use this to conquer him. I want to marry him and make him mine..."

Holy Lena began to describe the beautiful scene she had envisioned.

"..."

Guangyu's mouth opened wide, unable to speak for a long time.

No, you used my Poke Ball to abduct my child, and you still want advice from me? Have you inherited Sanguinius' evil ways?

"I want to marry him. After all, he is the first person who doesn't dislike my ears. He is also very good. In terms of body shape, he is not like the God of Angels..."

The words of tiger and wolf jumped out from the mouth of Holy Lena.

Only then did Rasta realize that the person in front of him was a child who grew up on a cruel planet.

In order to grow up in such a hell, these children have already imagined a life for themselves, and their mentality is very precocious.

"No, you can't tell me this!"

Rasta directly covered his ears and stopped listening!

Whether it was that his child was going to be abducted, that as an old father he was going to die alone, or that the little angel's words made him unable to listen anymore.

Holy Lena, who actually knew that the so-called far distance around the world was right in front of her, was amused by the childish god.

Rasta no longer covered her ears.

"Next time I take you out to play with your two uncles, you should go back first."

Rasta opened the Ashes Gate and sent the little Babar star back.

On the sea of ​​clouds, He turned back into a young man and rolled around on the ground.

"This is not possible! This is not possible! She is the descendant of Sanguinius. If she marries Nusgreen, wouldn't it mean that I and Igubigu's son are of the same generation!

no! I can't bear this big loss! can not eat! I have to think of a way..."

Star Babar, underground cave of the Pure Blood Tribe.

"Boom!"

On the stone wall of the underground cave, a drop of water fell into the sink.

Holy Lena opened her eyes, and her five senses were as clear as if she were a disabled person before.

The sound of dripping water from a far away source became extremely clear to her.

She sat up and took out a poke ball from her arms.

Apple is gone! Four apples, gone!

But everything that just happened was actually real.

"Have you met my father?"

Nusgreen whispered resentfully from behind her.

The four-winged angel was startled, and then turned back to look at the painter who refused to sleep.

In other words, there was Sanguinius pretending to sleep.

She and Sanguinius now had a special connection.

Even though she was transformed into the demonic version of Asterta and the light-desired version of the living saint by a special transformation surgery performed by Light Desire, she is indeed the genetic descendant of Sanguinius.

The connection between the genetic father and the genetic offspring allows father and daughter to feel each other's presence.

Facing the painter's question, Saint Lena nodded and admitted the matter.

In fact, Nusgreen misses his father a little bit.

"Did He ever mention me or anything about me?"

Faced with this problem, Holy Lena chose to accept the evil god's suggestion. She already knew the identity of the pale god.

She mustered up the courage, a little angel with great selfishness.

"He asked you to marry me!"

"Huh?!" Nusgreen leaned back tactically.

Sanguinius almost rolled off the bed, but even though he could hold back, his wings flapped.

"So, can you sleep with me tonight?"

Holy Lena launched her passionate pursuit.

Nusgreen refused to be a beast and waved his hands repeatedly.

Sanguinius was ready to beat up his good brother, he was very protective.

Holy Lena did not follow martial ethics, so she made a sneak attack and knocked the elf ball on Nusgreen's head.

In the Archangel's shock and confusion, the painter turned into a stream of light and was taken into the elf ball.

Holy Lena hugged the elf ball and fell asleep peacefully and sweetly.