Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

"When I was still three hundred light years away, I was shocked by your bold words.

I thought the Ninth Legion was invincible, but I didn't expect someone to be braver than them. I wondered whose general this was.

Good guys, it turns out to be you! "

Guangyu appeared, something extraordinary, and the Smurfs, who had learned nothing from him but how to live, were all wide-eyed.

"You, you, you...you are back!"

The chainsaw swordsman, who had the power to lift the scale and conquer the world, and the sword master to kill Skarbrand's father, fell to his knees with a bang.

Not only him, but everyone around him came over to hug and cry.

Most of the Astra Militarum over there won't be able to deal with it until someone explains who's coming.

At this time, the Astra Militarum did not have a morale-boosting overseer like a political commissar, because it was not the main force, but an auxiliary unit of the Astartes.

Their backbone is the Astartes they follow. Now that they have found their backbone, they suddenly have double support. What a strong support.

"I want to eat pao rice!"

I don't know which Smurf took the lead and started ordering the dishes.

There is no way, they have been hungry for two days, the damn aliens release special particles that can turn the world into night, and those things directly contaminate their food.

"How did you do after that..."

Holding a large bowl of kidney bean leaf soup with rice, chewing the shredded vegetable leaves in the soup, and taking a bite of braised potatoes, the Chain Sword Master asked what happened after the last separation.

It would be much more honest to teach these Smurfs to brag about themselves.

"After I sent you back to the battleship from that wilderness, I called one of the biggest heretics on the spot and greeted him more than 120 times. He didn't say a word, didn't hang up the phone, and even invited me to join us. Who the hell eats bird food for dinner..."

This is the feeling, everyone gathers around the fire, listening to the material provider bragging, as if we have returned to the happy time two years ago.

Many years later, these sons of Guilliman will find that they seem to have learned wrongly and that the other party did not brag!

The Astartes next to him and the Astra Militarum who were immersed in their meals nodded wildly, and then each extended their thumbs.

"Why don't you scold me outside?"

The captain who wielded the power hammer put down the empty ramen bowl in his hand, and picked up the dwindling half-pot of tiger eggs next to him.

"Captain, why are you robbing me?"

"I'll just take a bite!"

I saw that when the excavator went down, half of the tiger eggs that were originally quite large were left.

The angry tiger egg lover rode on his captain and punched him.

The rest time used to relax the high-pressure state quickly ended, the nerves were no longer tense, and the extreme warriors realized that they were really close to the limit.

Under normal circumstances, an Astartes could fight for more than a week without eating, drinking or sleeping.

But those strange particles can crazily deprive their bodies of heat and turn everything around them into darkness, which makes the Sons of Guilliman very uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's get down to business now. Someone is here to help you."

Rasta prepared to introduce Horus to them.

But these Smurfs didn't react, thinking that the supporters were their material providers.

"That's right, as long as you're here, I'm going to go out and chop some random things. When I come back, you can just take over again."

The Chain Sword Master has already thought of his heroic appearance of entering and exiting seven times.

"I'm talking about other Legions of Astartes coming to your rescue."

"..."

Suddenly the Smurfs around were a little unhappy, this was too embarrassing.

Running to the rescue of other Astartes who were trapped in a tight siege, and laughing at each other's failure after a bloody battle were the repertoire of the courtesy exchanges between the various legions.

Being influenced by the material providers, they are not even that repulsive towards the Ninth Legion. This makes those Far Travelers who are on the dull and depressing cruelest battlefield at least not too uncomfortable.

The Smurfs love to laugh at other legions, but that doesn't mean they are willing to be laughed at.

"So I'm here to help you!"

Rasta casually took out a saxophone and handed it to the chain sword master.

He asked this heroic son of Guilliman: "Have you learned the music score I taught you? Are you interested in playing one?"

Beyond Planet Slark.

After taking some time, Horus led the Luna Wolves out of the warp.

As soon as the sound of the subspace engine stopped, Horus came to the observation window. He looked down at this land, the place where he fought his first battle.

"It's time for me to light up a dark world with my own hands!"

"Father, the airborne pod is ready!"

When Acton is not playing around with his comrades, he is not inferior to Loken as a company commander. He is even quite competitive and can compete with Abaddon for the position of first company commander.

Horus' eyes looked towards the planet's unfinished orbital weapons.

"Knock that big toy off me before I hit the ground!"

In the eyes of the Shepherd God, that huge orbital weapon device that can hit the entire planet in a short time is just a toy.

The soldiers of the Seventh Company who stayed behind took the order and turned their guns to bombard the alien civilization warships to cover the drop bay. At the same time, some of them had already started to join the gang through the space crossing device.

Each of these experienced warriors is the Emperor's war machine.

Horus landed on the surface calmly despite the battleship's gunfire. When he walked out of his single drop pod, the Sons of Horus lived up to their expectations and dismantled the orbital weapons into pieces.

After confirming that this thing was scrapped and completely impossible to attack, the battleship moved over and began to seize precious components and the like. After all, the Mechanicus liked to recycle it.

Horus glanced at the sky, then raised his war hammer.

This absolutely heavy weapon is called the World Breaker. It comes from the Emperor's reward, and its destructive power is beyond doubt.

"Wherever the Moon Wolf is stained with blood, the enemies of mankind will not be able to stand!"

Amidst the roar, more than 700 Luna Wolves who entered the battlefield without any Astra Militarum attacked the aliens with unstoppable momentum.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

In the roar of an alien language that was not High Gothic, a Chosen God of Khorne tore through the darkness with great excitement.

He led a group of physically deformed aliens to launch a counterattack against the young Wolf Shepherd.

He has always disdained to take action against the more than a hundred blue cans that are not as powerful as him.

Now, he saw Acton, and a face he was not familiar with, but he felt their power.

This alien has a human shape, but its head is elongated and has seven or eight horns.

Horus didn't pay attention to the Chosen God of Khorne at all. He only focused on moving forward and forward.

Five meters in front of him was the Realm of Death. A random swing of his hammer was a roar that shattered the alien's eardrums, and then the warhammer would fly out with a group of incomplete aliens.

As his fighting spirit grew stronger, a strange sound came from behind him.

"Dirty alien, the one in front of you is Horus' network administrator!"

"Horus' network administrators are fearless!"

"For the glory of Horus, all network administrators charge with me!"

"..."