Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

"Your mentor Malcador is indeed an extremely powerful being in both his mind and himself. I admire him for his courage to take on responsibilities that are not his own. What he gets is completely out of proportion to what he pays."

Rasta no longer concealed his power, and directly told the thinnest and shortest primarch in front of him one thing, that is, he could see through his mind.

Alpharius is not stupid, he knows what Light Desire is saying to him.

"You are becoming jealous of your other brothers' power, Alpharius.

In fact, you are lucky. Among all the primarchs of all legions, you and your 20th legion have the most stable genes.

Your other brothers all suffer from genetic defects.

In the same way, strong strength and the toughest will also mean the greatest responsibility.

For example, your mentor Macado, I really admire him, he can sit at that table and work hard day and night. "

Guangyu was still worried that Alpharius would react back and forth, so he simply gave him a few words of sincere advice.

"I understand, uncle, what you mean is that with great power comes great responsibility!"

"?!"

Rasta looked at the stunted guy with questions on his face.

OK OK! My Sixth Evil God hasn't offered sacrifices to heaven yet, so you can't help but give me this, right?

You want to be Spider-Man, right? Why don't you take your brother Conrad Coates' job as Batman?

Are you going to come out of the alley crying and hug me on the street and cry uncle?

Rubbing his temples, Rasta decided to give this little guy some benefit.

He himself felt that he was too partial.

"Okay, don't look at me like that. I can see it even through the mask. Tell me what you want. Treat it as a greeting gift. Maybe I will satisfy you."

Guang Yu is determined to give the little guy some power or knowledge.

Unexpectedly, the child's wish is simple and simple, sincere and difficult to achieve.

"I want a mother."

Alpharius, who had never felt true father's love and thought that maybe mother's love would get him more attention, was like a sapling in a violent storm, standing there with his whole body beaten wet, waiting for someone to pull him into the warmth. In the hut, dry your hair and wrap yourself in a blanket.

"..."

Rasta thought about it.

Everything Erda did seemed to have no impact on Alpharius. After all, the child was blown away by the subspace storm and fell directly in front of the Emperor who was in the toilet.

Erda therefore seemed to have no sin against Alpharius.

But in fact, Alpharius and Omega are one soul and two bodies.

These two guys together are a true Primarch.

In the original blueprint of the original body, the existence of the two of them is that one soul controls the bodies of the two original bodies to complete the most intimate combat cooperation to achieve a combat effect of one plus one greater than three.

Korda's storm call caused Alpharius' soul to be torn apart, making it difficult for them to be as powerful as originally expected.

Alpharius originally joined forces with Omega at the same time, and might have been able to take down all the Primarchs except Sanguinius, but after their souls were torn apart, they always felt that they were already a disgrace to the Primarchs.

"What do you want your mother to be like?"

Rasta hesitated for a moment, but decided to satisfy the poor child.

Alpharius tried hard to describe Malcador in the opposite direction of what he knew.

"It's better to be able to take care of people, instead of keeping a straight face all day long, being too serious and scary, being able to cook, looking at least a little cute, and at least liking cute things..."

Guang Yu glanced in the direction of Malcador's office, and then sighed.

Well, after being tortured into this state by Malcador who had to disguise himself, the ideal type turned out to be Malcador’s true self.

"If you can't do it, just give up."

Rasta stood on tiptoe and patted the child's shoulder, which was within reach after he bent down. He thought that he would never be able to see the Macado in his father's eyes in this life.

"You are actually very confused, right?"

The road from the Palace of Terra to the destination is indeed very far for ordinary mortals, but for a primarch and an evil god, it is so close that it can be said that it is right in front of you.

But this journey has really become long.

Guang Yu explained his confusion to Alpharius.

"You have carried out many missions and seen many things on Terra or elsewhere.

You can't understand why some people betray the empire, and you can't explain why they turn to heretics even though they don't seem so unforgivable.

These are all the confusions you had when you were young. As you grow older, develop your three views, and build a high castle with the education given to you by the empire, you will feel that all this is natural, but you are not at that point yet. .

I've also had this confusion.

I don't understand why in an agricultural world, a world where the entire planet is one giant farmland, people would starve to death.

I also need to select some people there and let them become material providers.

The high-pressure and cruelty of the human empire forces people to give up every ounce of warmth and love in their hearts.

The empire requires many people to love the empire instead of their families, relatives and friends.

Faith also demands that you love it when it tortures everyone around you who you love.

Many, many people finally chose to obey their faith, obey the empire, and obey this cold and painful world.

But there are always people who are unwilling to give in. They cannot sit back and watch their relatives being fed to dogs while they are still alive.

They might be able to endure being whipped, hungry and sick and suffering.

But they cannot afford to watch their descendants and relatives continue to endure this endless reincarnation.

If a person cannot protect his family well, he will still be forced to love the empire by the empire that tortures him.

Who can do it?

Imagine, Alpharius, that you are an Imperial serf and that you have dedicated everything you have to the Empire.

Your family loves you very much, and you love them very much.

But just because they can't farm, your elders can obviously live for ten years or more without rest.

However, the nobles of the empire publicly drag your relatives to feed the dogs on the grounds that they cannot create labor value.

They will force you to open your eyes wide and watch all this happen, and any resistance on your part will result in a severe beating.

Because they want to engrave this servility into your genes and let you pass it on.

That's why when you see so many rebellions in this empire, you will also be confused as to why some of the people you suppress don't seem to deserve to die.

I didn't want to care about you originally, after all, your teacher is Machado.

But I don’t know why, but I always feel that it’s my fault for not preventing you from forming your three views now.

So, disguise one of your descendants as you and send it to Malcador to teach you for the time being. I want to take you out for a walk after dealing with Fabius.

Look at the world I want to accomplish. "