Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

Rasta brought the topic back to the evil spirit filter.

"My ability can distort people's thoughts and wishes, so sometimes I can make people around me live their lives the way I want.

Their original life path was so painful that they couldn't breathe. I gave them another choice, a choice where they could breathe fresh, clean air in the cesspit galaxy.

But I don't know if this is right or wrong. "

Raste's ability, to put it bluntly, is to make a person make a choice in his heart. The little angel on the left says that he shouldn't do bad things, and the little devil on the right says that he should be happy.

A small light appeared and held the angel and demon under their buttocks, unable to turn over, and told the man that "everything is possible except for virtue."

"That's enough. At least you gave me what you couldn't give me."

Malcador comforted the troubled evil god.

“A long time ago, I hated the Emperor very much. When I became a fellow traveler, I discovered that everything that seemed simple was so difficult.

We are lone travelers in a snowstorm, carrying baggage that we cannot abandon.

When the wind and snow are so strong that you can't see everything in front of you, you can only grit your teeth and move forward unscrupulously toward your goal.

You old man has lived for tens of thousands of years and has been able to endure loneliness. But I can't. I can't do it yet.

I can’t imagine that after I remove the mental filter, these little cans will be as peaceful as before, and will conflicts break out among them.

I am always afraid of losing, but there is always something passing through my fingers like wind and mist. "

Light Desire does not intend to continue to use spiritual filters to distort everyone's thinking, including His own.

One is because the ritual to steal Tzeentch's authority has been more than half completed, and Slaanesh's joyful authority has been completely stolen.

Furthermore, He could not maintain this ability for long, and he no longer wanted to deceive the cans.

"It's already very good. You opened the kindergarten for twenty-six years and allowed them to take care of them for so long."

The emperor gave the last comfort and pulled the old horse to sit next to him to prevent Malcador from comforting Unsidisi.

"The online cloud control time is over, do you guys want to watch the live broadcast?"

Rasta suddenly changed his face. Not emo'ing late at night really didn't fit in with the nostalgic atmosphere of Gutera. He even burned his hands, and he had a brain-dead style like stubbing out cigarette butts with his palms.

"What live broadcast?"

The emperor became a little interested in this term that he had not heard for a long time.

Malcador also broadcast live when he was taking care of the emperor in the second millennium. He was a good cook and a food blogger. Because his appearance was too inhuman, he had to turn on his beauty - this helped him see He looks several times uglier than himself, but even so, he is still known as a good-looking anchor.

Each immortal has its own characteristics, and Malcador is the face of immortality.

"Is the spirit tribe one drunk or something?"

Rasta was a bit difficult to translate the name of the Eldar God of Music.

"Laughing Gaole?"

"I think it's better to call it Xilaile."

"How about calling it Xi Gaole?"

"I think it's better to pronounce it as Xigaoqi."

"Why don't we just call it a laughing climax? Bean sprout cake is also fine."

"..." The Emperor and Malcador both looked at the God of Black Cars.

"I mean, it's funny when the comedy climaxes, and who makes his name so difficult to pronounce in Chinese."

Guangyu still likes to communicate with the Emperor, the Forbidden Army and Malcador in Chinese. He knows Gothic, but he doesn't like to use it very much.

"Speaking of which, do you have any wine here?"

The Emperor, Lord of Mankind, licked his lips.

"Do you have a long pipe? The old one..."

Macado is also a little itchy. He likes to lazily drag his long sleeves and take a puff of dry cigarettes, which makes him smell a bit astringent.

"Okay, okay! On the surface, you are clean and majestic, but secretly you smoke and drink! And you said that you and Salish are not the same person! Get out! Smoking, alcohol, and gambling are prohibited in the Court of Dawn!"

Guang Yu cursed, these two actually wanted these things from him.

"You don't understand, good wine can relieve sorrow."

The emperor was very melancholy, but in fact he liked fine wine very much. In the original timeline, Fulgrim even discussed the ancient Terran brewing techniques with him.

Malcador, on the other hand, was too busy. He had been busy for so long and wanted to relax and get some nicotine, even though nicotine had no effect on him, an immortal.

In order to prevent the prevalence of hedonism from breeding Slaanesh, the empire has banned the cultivation of tobacco, and there is not enough food to eat. Where will the land be used to grow tobacco?

However, there are natural plants similar to tobacco in the millions of worlds in the empire.

As soon as the cans discover these plants, they will ask the auxiliary troops to stay away and burn them directly with fire-breathing weapons.

Their power armor can completely block the smoke and prevent it from being inhaled into the lungs.

"only this!"

Rasta threw a large bottle of Coke into the Emperor's arms.

Then he threw a large cup of fruit dessert in front of Macado.

A vacation has to look like a vacation after all.

It's just stove potatoes and cola desserts, but they don't look right, but they don't have gastrointestinal discomfort, so they can eat them casually.

Rasta stretched out his hand and separated a void on the wall, and a performance that happened an unknown number of light-years away was projected onto the wall.

Guangyu suddenly said something more, he pointed at the emperor and asked Malcador.

"What were you doing when this old guy turned into a woman to pursue the daughter of a noble family?"

The decadent middle-aged man suddenly felt a chill running down his back. He was young and ignorant. Why do you, the wicked evil god, bring this up?

Malcador thought about it for a moment.

"It doesn't take long to forget your friends. She only lasted five years."

That's right, it's only one thousand eight hundred and thirty-six days, fourteen hours, forty minutes, and twelve seconds.

Then Ma Xiang continued to eat desserts and look at the pictures on the wall.

Except that the Emperor's expression was not very good, nothing seemed to be wrong.

Guang Yu also watched the live broadcast of the Eldar Tribe.

This is an empty Eldar indoor square.

Dazzling lights, tens of thousands of people in the square auditorium are packed, every bean sprout is looking forward to it.

Their Eldar world relies on soul stones to avoid the soul capture of Shaleshi Slaanesh, and they have been living here for a long time.

They have almost no contact with the outside world. Currently, because they are far away from the empire's expedition route, they have not yet faced off against the empire's cans.

They are either black bean sprouts or ordinary Eldar.

But for the fourth time they were favored by the Eldar gods.

The Laughing God is the only Eldar god who can often protect the bean sprouts from being corrupted by Chaos.

His most loyal followers are Hua Douya, a group of Eldar who paint themselves as clowns, and are a group of the top assassins in the galaxy.

What these flower bean sprouts are best at is creating tense drama in battles.

But more often than not, he is touring various Eldar worlds, using the drama of the Eldar's fall in the past to warn the current bean sprouts not to degenerate into purple bean sprouts.

Occasionally, he will perform some major events happening in the galaxy and tell the bean sprouts in the closed world what is happening outside.

The last time they came to this world, the flower bean sprouts performed the emperor's old story of eating alone, and the human empire began an expedition to find out where the original body was going.

This time, they were a bit stressed.

The mortal enemy of the Eldar is Slaanesh Shalesh, and now, a new god is born to divide the power of Slaanesh and become the positive god of art in the real universe.

What they want to perform is the birth of the God of Art.

They wanted to give the Eldar a glimmer of hope by singing the praises of the great Lord God of Art.

Perhaps, through the painter, the bean sprouts can find a way to escape Salish's table without the need for soul stones.

It's just that this drama is terrible.

Because it involves the Dragon Lord, Shaleshi, the terrifying being pretending to be Slaanesh, and the newly born god of art.

No matter which one, they can beat the shit out of the Laughing God Bean Sprout Cake.