Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

"Oh, I always feel like it's not enough for two people."

Lust ignored the Emperor's wrath.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened the Ashes Door and pulled out the Pink Forbidden Army.

"My lord!"

The pink imperial army bows to the entire garden baby army.

He had no disrespect for the Emperor's decadent appearance. The Lord of Mankind had been tired for too long.

"I'll give you Macado's memories of the past few days, and you can help him handle his government affairs. This young couple..."

Guang Yu realized that his wording was wrong and choked.

Then He said: "Let the Prime Minister Regent meet with the Lord of Mankind to talk about important matters."

This excuse is high-sounding and impeccable.

"According to your will."

The Pink Imperial Army walked into the Ashes Gate, and soon after, the rickety old horse walked out with a cane.

"We are both like this, why do you still need to pretend to be so senile?"

Rasta threw the game server to Ma Xiang.

After hesitating for a moment, Ma Xiang gently tapped the ground with his crutch.

Soon, a young man who painted a girl and pretended to be a boy put away the crutch that had turned into a small umbrella and came to sit down by the fire.

The three major leaders of the empire are gathered together, but the style is not quite right.

The glory of the empire that looked down upon the gods in the midst of chaos—a boy with black hair and eyes.

The emperor who led the human empire to expand its territory—a decadent and numb middle-aged man.

The imperial regent who has strength and means - Strawberry Flavor Ma Xiangzhi.

The Emperor informed Malcador of Rasta's temporary inability to create matter in a short code language that only the two of them could understand.

"Hasn't your ability to create matter temporarily reached its upper limit? Why haven't I received any requests for subspace material support?"

Malcador frowned and took the potatoes peeled by the emperor, lady...

Ah no, he elegantly wrapped the hot potatoes in a small handkerchief, held the handkerchief in his hands, and ate it in small bites.

"You think I'm stupid! I produced supplies four months in advance, plus reborn and blessed an entire planet, and then they were drained."

Raste's words were not polite.

Malcador was furious: "With your lavish attitude, this planet has given you blessings, and that space station has provided water to the void. I am really impressed that you can last for twenty-six years!"

Aren't you stupid? Do you think anyone would squeeze themselves to death like this? "

"Yes, I spent half the timeline watching this old guy sit on the golden toilet and get drained!

There is no trace of flesh and blood on his body, which is much worse than mine. People call him the Corpse King!

Fortunately for him, at least he was able to breathe, but there was a fool who was even more outrageous. He rushed to sit on the toilet, admiring the kindness of his father and his filial piety, and then burned himself until there was only a little bit of dregs left.

It's okay to have a little bit of dregs left. After all, he is an immortal, and even a little bit of dregs can be resurrected.

As a result, the fool gave the old man the last bit of his scum and died with nothing left.

Tell me, how do these two fools have the right to criticize me? "

Guang Yu has seen the timeline. Most of the timeline is about Malcador draining himself dry. The last bit of spiritual energy must be used to heal the emperor's wounds.

There is only one timeline where Malcador turns against the enemy and drains the Emperor dry.

That's not right either.

The Emperor's inner thoughts in that timeline were slightly deviated. After the Primarch's plan to rebel against the Webway failed, he poured all his psychic energy into Malcador, died on the spot and transformed into the Dark Lord.

The Milky Way fell into absolute darkness, and the stars became the source of erupting darkness. The less than ten trillion surviving human beings became deformed into dark creatures in the real universe, real galactic demons, hunting all life and even each other. Plant the flag of the fifth evil god everywhere in the ashes of the galaxy.

Malcador was promoted to the most powerful demon prince, and according to the ceremony, he was promoted to the supreme archon of the minor god.

The empire is still there, but it has become the Chaos Empire, and this time it has really set the galaxy on fire!

"Four months of reserves are pretty good. Thank you for your efforts. Leave the rest to the Empire."

Malcador couldn't reconcile himself to the evil god's gift.

"No, I have my own plan. I can continue to provide an endless supply of materials to the empire, and I can even do it once and for all at some point in the future.

In addition, the Primarch of the Second Legion only has one timeline future, and I cannot change it.

He intends to honor me and return me to the way I was when chaos was raging, turning the galaxy into a vacuum galaxy without any life, including evil gods, mortals, demons, and machines. He fanatically prays to the suffering people in every world. People admire this idea and use it to strengthen me.

I have completely sealed him, and his thoughts cannot be changed, because the suffering in the galaxy will always exist, and his genetic defect is that he cannot bear the filth of life like maggots.

The primarch of the Eleventh Legion has two futures. One is to try to turn the galaxy into a programmed universe, allowing everyone to become a member of the electronic script, or to turn everyone into mechanical life, so that everything can be transformed. Life becomes Necron.

Although there is still war, there is absolutely no subspace. This also makes me very distressed. I can't teach it, I can't teach it at all.

I can't take care of these two problem children like yours, and they will die if I leave them to you. It's really difficult to handle. "

Rasta was a little irritated because it was difficult for him to explain to the Second Legion and the Eleventh Legion.

Their master was still saying with a smile just now, I will find the original body for you.

The next moment, tell them: Your father asked me to make frozen meat and put it next to your other uncle.

Is this ridiculous?

"When the two of them returned, were you in such bad shape that you couldn't maintain the evil spirit filter?"

The Emperor became concerned about Siddisi's health.

The Evil God's mental filter is the ability that the Sixth Evil God uses to stabilize his own mind and also change reality and other people's thinking.

Without this ability, the Sixth Evil God would have been tortured by the pain brought by the Milky Way and evaporated from the galaxy.

“Yes, but it’s not a matter of maintenance, but I think the mental filter is unfair to everyone.

In the past, I regarded you as a tool to complete my treatment.

I don't know why I feel pain when I see kind people being hurt, even if I hate myself for being like this.

Whether as a human or as a god..."

Raste's eyes lost their light, he lowered his head, and the firelight reflected on his face. At this moment, he was human.

"You have stricter requirements on yourself than I do..."

The Emperor also looked at this fire. It was like an empire. It required the three of them to constantly add fuel to the fire in order to survive.

"What can I do? My empathy is a disease, an incurable disease that will plague me forever."

The pale boy stretched out his hand, trying to touch the warmth of the fire, but the next moment, his fingers were burned.

Malcador grabbed his hand and tried to heal it with psychic energy.

He became Him again and the scar on his finger healed naturally.

The atmosphere of the fireside chat became extremely depressing until someone spoke up.

"When will you let go?"

The emperor's tone was sour.