Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

It didn't even take an hour for Hain to go from the battle to the return.

Silindo, who could cause the Kikutsuki and the two frigates of the Heath family an extremely headache and trouble, was thrown in front of the Emperor and Rasta by the executioner.

Igubigu stared at Wusidixi closely to prevent this wicked thing from actually saying "Tell me, did the emperor send you here?", and then after getting a damn affirmative answer, he dragged himself to the chaos for a while. A civil war between the Garden Baby Legion.

This guy wanted to beat himself up for more than a day or two. Whenever people in the empire were suffering because of the Emperor, He would grit his teeth and want to drag Old Man Huang out and beat him until Malcador didn't recognize him.

And Malcador said that he knew the Emperor even when he turned to ashes.

Silindo was at a loss at this moment. He looked at the emperor wearing Zhenyi armor in disbelief.

The halo behind the head, the laurel wreath made of laurel branches on the top of the head, and the golden armor full of sacred aura.

The Emperor's Sword was not removed by the Emperor, and was the only characteristic of the Master of Mankind that Silindor did not find.

Alpharius followed the two evil gods and looked at the mortal with cold eyes.

Why……

Why would the great Emperor, Lord of Mankind, side with these heretics, with a false god.

"Are you a descendant of Loughlin Merton?"

The emperor's majestic voice sounded.

One of his qualities is that when someone of a certain stature sees him, his image will change into what the other person thinks an emperor should be like.

At this moment, Silindo saw him as a human god with infinite brilliance and full of special effects.

Although the Emperor has always rejected the idea that he is a god, how many people in the empire take it seriously?

Oh, Malcador doesn't regard him as a god, Malcador regards him as a thing that is not a thing! Or rather, a pet? Cat owner?

"I am, the great lord of mankind, I am Silin Domelton, I..."

Silindo's mind was completely unable to understand what was going on.

But the Emperor spoke, and as the most loyal believer, Silindor wanted him to know his name and his loyalty.

But the emperor interrupted him ruthlessly.

"The contract I signed with Hulin is abolished from today. You are no longer a rogue trader, nor a member of the human empire. Your family will be liquidated and deprived of wealth, privileges and status according to different crimes."

The Emperor's ruthlessness was demonstrated in this moment.

He actually had feelings for these sons of the Primarch, but not deeply, so much so that it seemed like he was using them like tools.

But against the rogue traders, he was really using tools to maintain the empire.

The Rogue Traders had already obtained transcendent privileges, and the generous rewards were worthy of them, but they provoked powerful enemies for the empire for no reason. This was a crime they could not repay with merit.

"No, no! The Lord of Humanity, the King of Holy Terra, my Lord..."

Silindo could not accept this reality, he was abandoned by his faith!

Guang Yu wanted to squat down, but this guy suddenly looked at him with hatred in his eyes.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

The executioner put his foot on Silindo's back, immobilizing the offender.

"You false god! You have deceived the great Emperor!"

Silindo stubbornly believed that he was not wrong and that the emperor was just deceived by the illusion.

He said: "The Emperor will eventually see your face clearly, and the Emperor's radiance will judge you!"

Silindor still believes that the Emperor's Radiance is part of the Emperor.

"I'm sorry, who are you talking about? The Emperor's radiance is judging me?"

Rasta smacked her lips, not knowing how to judge herself.

He turned around and walked away, calling the emperor from a distance: "Hey, stop here, I haven't asked him if he was sent by you? What are you guilty of? You must have something in your heart, eat a branch from me!"

The people around looked at Silindo like they were idiots.

The executioner released his feet and inflicted mental punishment on him.

"My Lord is the Emperor's Glory, or in other words, the Emperor's Glory is just an identity that facilitates His movement within the empire!

The Court of Dawn is the glorious place He gave to the Milky Way. This place is another Terra in a sense, but I think this place is even more sacred!

Mortals, be burned with your sins and souls! "

The executioner took the recording paper from the black-robed disciple with both hands and unfolded it in front of Silindo and his followers.

Lust of light has spread its influence, and true heresy begins to burn from soul to body.

After this execution, the child's play invasion of the Court of Dawn ended.

Next is supper time.

Everyone in the Court of Dawn gradually got used to the habit of eating late at night.

Alpharius felt that his face was a little red, mainly because he had just eaten it not long ago, and now it was served again.

Fortunately, he was placed on the side of the Heath family, and Selinla didn't know that the Primarch in front of her was considered a big loser by the Court of Dawn.

Rasta and the Emperor were chatting in the private room, but their late night snack was relatively shabby compared to others.

A stove roasting a few potatoes with spiced paprika on the side.

"I think this is to your liking. Try it. It tastes like a serious ancient Terra."

Guang Yu picked up a baked potato and carefully peeled it.

The Emperor sighed and removed Shinichi's armor, revealing his hands.

His height quickly shrank, becoming almost the same as that of a human boy, Rasta.

Psionics are a wonderful thing, and even the Primarch can use them to make himself larger.

Not to mention the Emperor.

"Do you have enough potatoes? I'm afraid there won't be enough."

To be honest, it had been too long since the Emperor had tasted this.

Around the second millennium, because he lived too long and another generation of relatives and friends died of old age, he began to wander around the world.

During that time, potatoes were developing crazily in Europe, and he ate potatoes wherever he went.

Later, when he was in a restaurant or somewhere, he heard someone singing Happy Birthday in exchange for a side of mashed potatoes. It took so long that he even forgot about it.

Macado was wandering with him, and the angry Ma Xiang said he wanted to eat beans, stewed green beans, or stewed peas.

As a result, the Potato Emperor took out two potato seeds, and Macado screamed: "You and the potato go over there!"

Around the stove, roasting potatoes in an era when electric lights were not common, was the Emperor's precious treasure and his memory of the real Terra. The current Terra was just the corpse of the Earth.

"To be honest, I initially thought about making potatoes the main crop in the empire, because I didn't think I'd get tired of them. I ate potatoes with every meal for ten or eleven years.

But the agricultural department of the empire told me that it was a dream. They had produced whole-plant edible corn. After that, I gave up the idea. "

The Emperor was now a weathered middle-aged Terran psychic.

After peeling a baked potato with emotion, he was about to sigh that his skills were still new.

"thank you!"

Guang Yu ate the food in his mouth, held the food in his hand, and grabbed the emperor's food.