Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

"At that moment, humans will ascend, surpassing the ancient saints, surpassing the Eldar..."

Luang Lu was immersed in his own fantasy, which was the dream he showed to the emperor and also to himself.

"What about you! Tell me where is your place?! I think the Emperor sat on that toilet for the sake of humanity, so where will you sit?"

Horus suddenly brought up a topic that the Sixth Evil God had always avoided.

Rasta fell silent, half of his plan seemed to be ruined.

Otherwise, there would be no plans for the future King of Creation and Divine Blood Heaven. That would not be part of the plan to steal the power of the Four Gods and ascend to glory.

"Horus, there is a price for stealing the power of the Four Gods.

It is impossible for Ibosas to really carry the power of Slaanesh. In fact, the power of pleasure has always been here with me, and I am purifying it.

Although I am very attracted to you, I will not let you have such a strong desire for me.

All this is just because I have been the source of pleasure for a period of time, and there is always dirt leaking out during the purification process.

But I have restrained all this, and I have been rejecting you, which is also part of the purification.

From now on, you will never have any excessive desire for me, because the ascension ceremony has come to an end.

Art, knowledge, power, life, each of them needs to be purified before I can give pure authority to the new god of the empire.

After I'm done with all this, I'll go into chaos.

The four gods will compete with you for authority, so I need to kill them countless times in the subspace, so that they will reincarnate in death and resurrection forever, and have no energy to interfere with all this.

The only truly living god in Chaos will be me.

Every forty-four years, I will slaughter all the lesser gods. For the rest of the time, I will sit in the resurrection spring of four old people and enjoy the pleasure of torturing the spring.

I won't sit on that throne, no, I don't have the consciousness of the emperor, I am a selfish evil god. "

Light Desire used words that sounded as acceptable as possible, and he expressed his despicableness.

"So Fulgrim treats me because of your Slaanesh Authority Purification Ceremony..."

Horus couldn't accept this heavy topic, so she simply changed the topic.

"Well, this, actually, is...her original person."

Guangyu lowered his head and was very depressed, because this made him a little confused about how to arrange the position of the phoenix.

After the imperial gods are established, Fulgrim cannot be given a tea art god.

"The position of the Emperor of Humanity belongs to the so-called Sanguinius in your mouth. So, who will succeed you and continue to guide the light chasers? After you enter Chaos, I think you should have the opportunity to come to reality with your incarnation. nothing."

Horus wanted to know if he was qualified to take over the position of the Lord of Lights and become the leader of all the Primarchs and Disciples of Light.

"Unfortunately, Horus, the new desire for light is not you."

Rasta did not give her any comfort, and directly told the truth coldly.

"I have actually known for a long time that I am not that person, because you said when we first met that I don't have many of the qualities you like. I want to know who the person you chose is. ”

Horus was also ready to start her own plan. She wanted to prevent something from happening, at least not to let the Godfather embark on a lonely journey to Chaos.

"His name is Angron, a child who is not outstanding among all the original bodies, and it is difficult to find a shining point."

Raste's eyes drifted to the distant stars.

"Why?"

"Because he is very similar to me. He and I are almost the same person..."

The desire for light requires the power of the Lord of Red Sand, the power that can soothe people's hearts.

Angron was His favorite child among the Primarchs, His eldest son among the Primarchs.

Angron would take on the role of maintaining the balance among the gods of the Empire.

Without the Butcher's Nails, without the Emperor destroying the value and meaning of life over and over again, coupled with the wholehearted cultivation of lust for light.

This Primarch will become a true angel - a messenger of light and lust.

Babar star.

Holding a giant sword in hand, Ibosas approached the God of Art at the end of the horizon step by step in the wild sand storm.

But with its power, the distance that can be reached in one giant leap seems to be out of reach for eternity.

This is the suppression of the gods by the demons, a truly world-wide difference.

The pure authority purified by light desire is continuously pouring into the painter's body, making him sublime.

"Come! Face me! The real god! The being with the true power of Ellores, the most beloved child of Lust, come! Face me, the ant!"

The powerlessness and grief made Ibosas become hysterical.

"OK!"

At the end of the horizon, a piece of drawing paper floated over, with this sentence on it.

Ibosas didn't even need to think about it to know that the other party threw the paper before it opened its mouth.

The opponent already has the foundation of the Chaos Lord God, but his power and divinity are too weak.

The strong wind subsided, the sun shone brightly, and the drawing paper disappeared at the end of the sky, blowing to the entire Milky Way.

Ibosas held the giant sword in his hand and charged and swung it in the way it thought was most enjoyable.

The painter stood motionless.

In an instant, the abyss of gambling swept across a long distance and plunged the giant sword into the painter's body.

But, did it really penetrate?

The moment the giant sword touched "Nusgreen", it immediately turned into butterflies all over the sky.

Overwhelmed by the splendor, Ibosas threw away the giant sword in his hand and pounced on the "Son of Light Desire", using his hands, claws and tail as weapons.

Its anger was vented. After a long time, it felt that the "painter" was finally dead.

It also stood up and looked at the sun and the planet Baal in the sky.

It laughed, crying while laughing.

The butterfly flew back again, climbed onto its body, and began to gnaw on this sinful body.

Ibosas died in the mouth of the seemingly beautiful but actually dangerous insect.

The picture was pulled up, and then pulled up again.

The second Chaos Lord of the real universe was looking at his painting.

From beginning to end, Ibosas had never really reached the planet Babal.

It just walked into the painting of the God of Art, and received the last battle given by the God of Art in this painting.

The planet Baal and the sun it saw were just the two eyes of Nusgrin.

The painter slowly put away all the painting tools.

Then He stood up, tapped his fingers, and opened a door of ash that belonged to Him. This was the authority given to Him by Rast.

Nusgrin walked in, and slowly climbed up the long steps to the gods, stepping on the drawings.

At this moment, these drawings were being stared at by too many beings.

Endless One Talaxin, Laughing God, Emperor, Void Dragon...

Wherever these powerful beings in the galaxy were, they saw the new god ascend to the throne.

In order to prevent ordinary people from seeing him and dying or going crazy, Nusgrin did not convey the concept of His ascension to the unbearable beings.

The painter climbed forty-four long steps and finally came to Him.

The Son of Light Desire knelt at the feet of Light Desire.

He helped Him up.

"Everything goes well."

"Everything goes well."

After Nusgrin stood up, he walked towards the giant sword transformed from the spine of Elorus.

The moment His fingers touched the giant sword, the spine giant sword separated from the altar of the no man's land by itself.

The long steps of drawing paper began to fly up one by one, and finally arrived in front of Nusgrin.

They folded and assembled themselves, and finally became a scabbard.

The God of Art did not know what the highest achievement of art was.

But He trapped killing, death and blood with the combination of paint, paper and pen.