Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

Luojia was a Primarch after all, so of course he wouldn't be brought down by an ordinary fragmentation grenade.

The problem is, this is a grenade that has been collected by Trazin and has been stored since the distant ancient Terra period. It already has some special bonus.

So when the thing rolled to Lorgar's feet, alarm bells went off in the Primarch's mind.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kojiro, we prohibit prop competition!"

The Necron stepped forward to put away the dumb thunder. To be honest, if this thing could really explode, its power would definitely be extraordinary.

In the 30th millennium of Idealism, a grenade that had been left for so long and might have entrusted the will of Gu Terra, who was missed by countless civilians in the empire, probably had a subspace projection.

As long as someone thinks about Gu Terra's "backward weapons", a will bonus will be added to it.

"Then, what doesn't count as a prop contest?"

Rasta expressed dissatisfaction.

"At least, at least it has to be considered alive."

The Necron referee did not dare to offend his immediate superior.

"Then, does this count as a Pokémon? It doesn't count as an item competition, it doesn't count!"

Rasta grabbed a Catachan souvenir from the bag and approached it in front of the Necron.

"If I say no, can you use some recovery energy to revive me?"

The Necron glanced at the little Catachan toad, already thinking about whether a living metal body would be useful.

Catachan toads rarely appear outside of Catachan. If this thing is slightly stimulated, it will drag others to death.

It was able to grow in Catachan because everything in the entire Catachan ecosystem knew not to irritate it.

This thing is domineering throughout the entire jungle planet. After all, it has the most poisonous toxicity inside and outside the subspace.

Its terrifying power does not lie in the explosion. The explosion only sends its body fluids and fragments farther. Its power comes from its toxicity.

It doesn’t matter whether you have a void shield, ceramic steel, living metal, demon skin, or even a battleship deck.

In a word, everyone below the lesser gods will die!

Before the appearance of Light Desire, there were no secondary gods in the entire galaxy. This thing was simply invincible.

Raste left for Catachan last night.

He wanted to see if Catachan's planetary will could be replicated throughout the galaxy.

In various timelines, this planet defeated Chaos, defeated the Orcs, defeated the Tyranids, defeated the Eldar, defeated the Tau Mighty, and finally even defeated the Necrons. fragments of the Star God.

The Catachan jungle warriors proved that humans can adapt to this environment.

Since Light Desire felt the exhaustion of power, it has been looking for a way out for mankind.

He has seen many tragedies in different timelines.

For example, in the original timeline, the cans who had fallen into Chaos were carrying the head of the Son of Guilliman, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Another example is that in the changed timeline, most of the descendants of Konrad Curze and Angron died in a pool of blood due to the conflict between the two genetic fathers. Their swords faced each other.

These cans are now called Mr. Rasta.

Each can has a lifespan of a thousand years, and with the special care of Light Desire, they can even live for more than four thousand years.

Rasta has repaired some of the genetic defects of the Night Lords, and they are not so messy.

These cans are good at creating darkness and fear, used to hunt enemies.

In fact, they are more afraid of the dark than others. If they are sent to an absolutely dark environment without the auxiliary vision system of power armor, they will immediately panic.

If someone starts attacking, they will attack everything they can in the dark, regardless of friend or foe.

Taking care of these cans was quite troublesome, but fortunately Rasta tried his best to patiently correct these guys.

The countless incarnations of light desire must look for every possibility to get the galaxy out of the cesspool situation.

He spent a lot of effort to capture one Catachan toad alive, and the others all exploded.

Therefore, he planned to give this thing to the emperor and let him use it as overtime pay for Trazin.

Time is getting tighter, and the production of the web channel must be accelerated.

Everything may not happen as it did in the original timeline.

A live, collectible toad of Catachan, the pink figurine king will immediately crawl out of his dynastic tomb, crying and begging the Emperor for a quick price.

Rasta cannot trade with Trazin.

The Emperor could bear to be disgusted with treating Trazin as a "dead ghost in space~", the price was reasonable, and the transaction was happy.

Here in Guangyu, the overlord of the Nehlak dynasty looks like a feast of ribs that can be squeezed out with a hydraulic press.

Trazin is rich, but he doesn't give the Sixth Evil God a clone, a Hierophant-level armor, and a Necron army every time.

Now he wears a hooded cloak in the Nehrak Dynasty - to hide his girlish pink.

Raste finally held back, not being so wicked as to give Luojia a small Catachan reset shock.

Just in case, Luo Jia started to ask.

“Can you Rockets play fair?

The last time I captured my father directly, this time I threw a grenade. Do you have the nerve to call yourself a Pokémon trainer?

Can everyone show off their Poké Balls publicly? "

He also gave it a try. Anyway, there was no risk or loss in trying.

"OK!"

Rasta opened the bag, and the names on the elf balls came into Luojia's eyes one by one.

It seems... no problem!

Lorga was relieved, and he also showed his Poké Ball.

At the beginning of the second round, Lorga still let Team Rocket go first, he wanted to fight back.

"It's decided to be you, Gardevoir!"

This time, Raste threw a Poké Ball in a proper manner.

In the Poké Ball, a Gardevoir that was proper but familiar to Lorga jumped out.

Lorga was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Mom?"

The male mother Gardevoir was extremely excited, and shouted "gar" and "gar".

In Lorga's eyes, Mr. Kojiro, the captain of Team Rocket, was becoming less and less human!

He said angrily: "Why don't you let my father Matthew come out to fight me?"

"Really?"

Raste seemed to really want to catch Matthew in the backstage and throw him to the competition field.

Lorga, who was a little suffocated, finally understood the reason that he couldn't give in to the other party even a little bit.

Damn! Why does Team Rocket feel even more shameless than the four most evil Pokémon trainers?

While thinking about this problem with a headache, Lorgar threw out the Pokémon he had evolved for half a year.

"It's decided to be you, Gardevoir!"

He threw it out, and then realized that it was wrong. He used someone else's daughter to hit someone else's father.

The two Gardevoirs looked at each other.

Rast issued an order to avoid the situation of father and daughter killing each other.

"Gardevoir! Use the Poké Ball to directly attack the wild enemy trainer!"

Lorgar: "?!"