Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

There was no room for maneuver, what Rasta said was kill.

Fabius has no value here and makes Him sick.

The empire is so bad that the word "good" cannot be associated with it.

And what Fabius did would not be tolerated by the empire.

From the perspective of an onlooker, it seemed that the future Chief Pharmacist of the Third Legion did nothing wrong.

But all kinds of cruel, dirty and disgusting experiments were developed by this beast.

Humans felt that what the demons had done was outraged by everyone, but the demons actually felt that these humans who had betrayed the empire were ten times more cruel and twisted than they were.

Fabius is the beast who provides all the extremely inhumane technical support to these cans of chaos.

The so-called kindness, faith, or anything positive does not exist here in Fabius.

He can treat anyone he catches in the most cruel way for his experiments.

This is not a guy who can be forgiven.

Among the many experiments conducted by the Skinner, the creation of the Chaos Can was extremely disgusting.

After this bastard betrayed the empire, even he didn't join the Four Gods.

In Rasta's opinion, this is a piece of garbage that does not have the power of the Four Gods, but has committed no less evil deeds and sins than the Four Gods. The sooner it is eliminated, the better.

The Prime Minister of the Empire stared at the Sixth Evil God for a while while leaning on his cane, and finally sighed.

He also heard a little bit about the relationship between the Third Legion and Light Desire.

Because Rasta never concealed this.

Fabius could be executed directly after entering the Third Legion, and the empire would not know how he died.

But Guangyu came and told Machado directly that Fabius was not qualified to set foot on the battleship of the Third Legion.

At the same time, it also gives Malcador and the Emperor a face: I want to kill this man, I tell you.

"Of course, no problem. Can you tell me what he did in future generations?"

Malcador seemed so old that he would die suddenly after taking two steps. He was pacing back and forth with difficulty, and the crutches were more like a part of his body than his legs.

"A guest of Chaos, conducting various human transformation experiments, producing fallen Astartes in extremely heretical ways for the Lord of Chaos, cloning the original body, and squeezing out every ounce of his talent for the pernicious empire..."

One by one, Rasta revealed the good deeds Fabius had done in later generations.

The psychological control that Alpharius learned from Malcador was obviously very effective, and there was no movement on the surface.

Krasta could hear the voices in his mind. This true Primarch wanted to kill the beast with his own hands.

The value of the experiments performed by Fabius was far from worth the sins he committed.

If too many people use this to tell Guang Yu that Fabius is actually right, he will feel that the empire is so bad that it is hopeless and it would be better to destroy it directly.

Malcador did see some clues from Fabius, but the information sent by the people below talked about a genius with outstanding talents as a pharmacist.

"I still need to deal with a lot of things. I will give Alpharius an order and he will take you to deal with that guy."

Malcador sat back down and began his daily routine.

Raste glanced at the piles of files on and under Malcador's desk, and suddenly his head felt heavy.

He and Alpharius left here, but before leaving, he muttered something to himself.

"Hey! Strawberries with leaves!"

Machado paused while handling government affairs.

You shameless bastard, you see everything, right?

Holy Terra, every inch of land is precious. After the unification war, this is the sacred place and hometown of mankind.

The evil god and the Primarch walked across the Emperor's lands, across the skies, past huge ships, and in the airports of outer space.

It seemed that the spaceship was very close, but that was because the spacecraft was too huge. With the original body's eyesight, it was impossible to even see anyone in the airport or on the ship.

“Every year, humans sell all their properties on alien planets in order to pursue the glory of the Emperor and return to their homeland.

They spent everything and returned to Terra, but at most they got a small house, not even a house. "

Alpharius thought that Light Desire didn't know these things.

"Um."

The terrible thing nodded.

Malcador's orders were supreme in Terra at this moment.

Alpharius took his pass and had an unimpeded journey.

Alpharius was never able to arouse the evil god's interest in chatting with him, so he simply asked straight to the point.

"My respected uncle, I would like to know, in your opinion, how far apart I am now compared to my other Primarch brothers who have received your education."

Alpharius is a guy who cares about himself very much, and he also wants others to care about him.

When the Empire trumpeted that Horus was the First Returned Primarch, he was about to explode with anger, but Malcador told him to hold it back.

The child's desire to compare is clearly reflected in him.

Rasta stopped, trying to find something to say to comfort the little guy.

Ultimately, He failed.

"The gap between you and them is probably a few hundred million points."

He couldn't tell Alpharius directly. Loken, the tenth captain of the Luna Wolves, or Matthew, the future first captain of the Word Bearers, could jump out and kill him within a few rounds. The primarch shits himself.

That would hurt the child's self-esteem too much.

"A little? How much is that?"

Alpharius still wanted to break the casserole and ask the question.

Helpless, Rasta stretched out his right hand, leaving a little space between his index finger and thumb.

"Just a few hundred million."

Alpharius was silent.

Because he saw something on the fingertips of the evil god, which was the phantom of the entire solar system.

Maybe he was exaggerating, but the gap between himself and those brothers seemed to be ridiculously large.

"Why?"

The child, who was a little mentally unbalanced, got into trouble. He was trained like a dog under Malcador, but in the end he was not as good as those brothers.

"I'm telling you this because you didn't let your genetic offspring dress up like you and play a little game with me of guessing who Alpharius is.

As for why, it’s hard to explain, your heart is tugging left and right.

The Emperor tells you that there are no gods in the galaxy, and the Empire has no need for gods.

And they acquiesced in the existence of a god, which is me.

But in your eyes, there seems to be nothing remarkable about me.

My many incarnations throughout the galaxy, in your view you can also do it through the many doubles of the Alpha Legion, you can also have an Alpharius for all legions.

The only thing you think is great about me is probably that I can provide an endless supply of supplies to all legions.

In your heart, the Emperor is more like a god than me. You even doubt that I can break a mountain, while the Emperor can even flatten a large enough mountain range with his spiritual power.

That's your bias, kid. "

Rasta didn't show enough power for this little guy to see.

In Alpharius's mind, the Emperor was ranked first, followed by Malcador, and then his uncle Rasta.

Because Malcador's psychic powers are also very powerful, in order to inspire this guy, Malcador showed his power to Alpharius.

So much so that Alpharius suspected that his mentor was also a god, but Malcador seemed to be very old.

To a certain extent, Malcador is indeed like a god.

He sat on the torture instrument called the golden toilet without any regrets, and with the qualifications of a mortal, he was as good as a god.