Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

The sixth evil god continued to use puppet strings to control Sanake, who was indulging in happiness, to perform a drama.

He was very proud and boasted to the Emperor and Malcador.

"See? See? This is how terrible this evil god is!

I snatched Aisha away a long time ago, but this little bean sprout didn't know it yet! And I was going to pick one from the Aida Eldar to implant in the spine of the god as a chess piece, and she thought I gave it to her and was grateful to me!

Hehehe! Who in the world is as evil as me?!"

The Emperor and Malcador looked at this evil god who was not very smart, and looked at each other in silence.

No, you call this corruption, deception and evil?

Maybe because he thought Wu Xidisi was stupid and easier to deceive now, the Emperor asked Him to corrupt himself.

"Leader of the Legion! Please corrupt me, I don't ask for much, just give me a Yin and Yang Qi Bottle and a Purple Gold Gourd! If possible, I would like to reward the Death Note!"

Yigubigu's words were sincere and his attitude was impeccable.

Malcador thought for a moment and remembered what this thing was, but he was not stupid, so of course he knew that this was another skin-changing prop of Dora Light Desire.

"Okay!"

Raste controlled the puppet string with one hand and stretched out the other hand. He could have changed directly, but he chose to blow on his hand.

The evil god's bad taste made Malcador and Igubigu's blood pressure rise a little.

However, when the Taoist gourd with flowing light and purple clouds inlaid with gold stars appeared in Raste's hand, Malcador was still reserved. He just took a look and looked away. He still had a little face.

The emperor was shameless, and he had lost all his face long ago.

When I met Malcador, he was a dragon-slaying hero.

What dragon was he slaying? The main body of the Void Dragon that the Necrons would turn around and leave after seeing it from a distance - this most powerful star god still has some fragments scattered in the galaxy.

Yes, the medieval psychic boy, single-handedly subdued the largest main body fragment of the strongest star god that the entire Necrons race was afraid of.

No matter how many shameless means he used during the period, he must have shamelessly opened a lot of cheats. That was 30,000 years ago, not the grown-up emperor now.

The Void Dragon probably dreams of nightmare combos and mental attacks when he was captured by the Emperor every day in the past 30,000 years on Mars.

The Lord of Mankind took the purple gold gourd from Guangyu's hand, feeling a little unreal.

This is Guangyu's full-strength attack. If it is used as a hidden weapon, it can directly kill all the enemies chasing inside and outside the subspace.

Before, Dora Guangyu told the Emperor that he could not interfere too much in the development of mankind, so it was impossible to give the Emperor such a prop, but now...

The Emperor weighed the purple gold gourd in his hand, hesitated for a while, and then asked the legion commander.

"Is your gourd fake?"

"If you don't want it, give it back to me!"

Guangyu stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

The Emperor quickly put it behind him, but he was still worried, so he looked at Lao Ma.

Malcador directly held the dessert spoon as a weapon, staring at the Emperor with a covetous look.

The Emperor stood up, walked out of the private room, raised the gourd, and shouted to his good son in the distance.

"Alpharius!"

The Primarch, who was eating frantically under Serinla's silent gaze, put down the food in his hand and was about to agree and salute, but the next moment, he turned into a stream of purple-gold light and was taken away by the gourd in the Emperor's hand.

After inspecting the goods, the Emperor poured out Alpharius again, returned to the private room with satisfaction, and did not forget to close the door.

With this artifact in hand, the Warp Zero Yuan Shopping is just around the corner!

Alas, should I patronize Nurgle's house or Tzeentch's house first? So tangled.

The moment the Emperor lowered his head, he was stunned.

Because Malcador also had a purple-gold gourd in his hand, which was even more beautiful than his.

"Come on! Try to subdue me again!"

This was what Malcador had just asked Guang Yu for.

"Malcador?"

The Emperor also wanted to see if the gourd in his hand could work on an immortal of the level of Ma Xiang.

He shook the purple gold gourd in his hand, indicating that he could not subdue it.

Malcador raised the purple gold gourd in his hand.

"You are eating for free!"

The Emperor resolutely refused, sat down in silence, and asked Guangyu for after-sales treatment.

"Your gourd is obviously fake, how could you lie to me?"

"Didn't you corrupt me and deceive you? Blame me!"

How could Guangyu really give the purple gold gourd.

The Emperor recalled the process of subduing Alpharius, and felt that the one in his hand might be real.

"If this is true, then why can't I subdue him..."

"Why? The reason is very simple! Because the one in your hand is a supermarket shopping bag, and the one in his hand is an armed helicopter. If a supermarket shopping bag meets an armed helicopter, even a child knows that a supermarket shopping bag will not work!"

Guangyu's weird and twisted reasoning is one set.

"So this is the real one?" Malcador is ready to give his to the Emperor.

"No! Both of yours are fake. I put the real ones on the dining table."

After playing a trick on the Emperor and his personal butler, Guangyu suddenly felt much more relaxed.

At this moment, the Emperor and Malcador noticed that the black eyes of this evil god turned dark blue.

"Your eyes..."

"This is normal. The stolen power of the Four Gods cannot be placed on the pawns in the ceremony. They can't bear it.

So it can only be placed with me. When the power of Slaanesh is stored with me, some pollution will be generated around me. I won't mention that.

Xin Liezhi's authority over me will cause my eyes to turn a little blue, and when mixed with my original eye color, they will become dark blue. How about it, isn't it cool! "

Guangyu thought he would be laughed at.

Unexpectedly, Lao Ma and Emperor actually both experienced chuunibyou, and they had no intention of disliking them at all.

The Emperor was once a veteran who was living in poverty. In order to support this loser, Lao Ma worked as a food anchor, had a cosplay show, acted in a movie, and won the Fields Medal.

dislike? What is disgust? Lao Ma's cosplay talent that existed in the Middle Ages suddenly awakened in the second millennium, and later became out of control, turning into his heritage as the Grand Master of the Assassin Court.

To put it mildly, Malcador is still cosplaying as the majestic elderly prime minister. Otherwise, when he is sitting in the regent seat and handling official duties, at first glance, he would have thought that he was a stunted high school student doing homework.

"You can't get rid of this eye color?" Lao Ma was curious.

"Yes! But it's not necessary, because this is also necessary for change and ceremony."

After Guang Yu said this, he opened the door of ashes.

On the other side of the Ashes Gate, a figure appeared and walked out.

"Here, here it is, this is a gift from the Ada Spirit Tribe to you, you can do what you want."

Guang Yu put the puppet string on Nusgreen's hand.

The God of Art accepted the situation, took over his father's puppet strings, and fully extended the artistry of the drama.

The Emperor and Malcador had no ill intentions towards the god created by Lust himself.

First of all, Nusgreen is a human being. Secondly, he is a positive god and the son of light.

"I have something to do and need to leave for a while."

Guangyu frowned, as if his arrangement was fined.

After being reminded by the Emperor, he remembered the uncertainty of Tzeentch's authority.

He scanned the Milky Way and found clues.

"What's wrong?" the emperor asked directly. He was also afraid of events beyond his control.

"So far, the authority I have held has actually been polluted to some extent.

The pollution of the authority of life was forcibly distorted by me, so in the past twenty-six years, the number of Astartes and auxiliaries killed in battle has become very few.

But it also strengthened the genetic defects of individual legions, because that is also a part of life. I have repaired it, and it is even better than the original.

But Tzeentch's power pollution jumped a bit, which amplified the genetic defect a lot, so I have to deal with it. "

After Raste said this, he plunged into the door of ashes without looking back and disappeared in a hurry.

The pollution of the Lord of Chaos all corresponds to the holy number.

Tzeentch's authority pollutes the beat, and so does nature.

Guang Yu looked quite ugly in the Gate of Ashes.

He knew that Tzeentch would not dare to do such a secret thing to him.

This was a leak of contamination, and He had been away from that legion squad for a little too long.

"The Ninth Legion..."