Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

Early morning in Nusria.

After Rasta got up, he taught Angron how to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then took him for morning exercises.

Angron thought his morning exercise was just running or something, until he was thrown into the sky by Rasta and started flying.

No one who has ever actually flown can understand that kind of freedom.

Everything flew past my feet without any obstacles, as if all the worldly constraints could no longer restrain me.

Angron slowly mastered this ability that only Sanguinius had.

In fact, there are not many Primarchs who can fly by themselves rather than with equipment. Although some of them look like flying, in fact, it is because their jumping power is too terrifying and the gravity of the planet is difficult to restrain.

A few kilometers passed in one jump. It was not much different from flying, but the altitude was too low.

Angron's flying ability was brought about by Rasta's blessing.

When he was tired from flying, he came down and excitedly told his father how happy he was and danced with joy.

"Okay, let's have breakfast."

Rasta handed a large plate of rice rolls to Angron.

While eating rice rolls, Angron noticed that Rasta seemed to be drawing something.

Angron was a little confused by what the Sixth Evil God, who was equally skilled in painting and calligraphy, painted.

But he tried to praise Raste and show his filial piety.

"Your smile is really good!"

"...I drew this dragon egg."

Guang Yu looked at his masterpiece and corrected Angron's statement.

"This is a dragon egg, this...isn't this an eye?"

"This is the rune on the dragon egg."

"Then...what about this row of teeth?"

"These are the scales on the dragon's egg."

"Smiley face, is this hair?"

"This is the rising flame of a dragon's egg."

"..."

Angron finally fell silent and stopped passively mocking Unsidisi's artistic paintings.

Angron was born with artistic talent, and his original position was that he was an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs.

As long as he undergoes systematic training, he can possess extraordinary combat awareness, strength and fighting skills that are among the best among the original bodies, and an absolutely calm and clear brain that allows him to defeat the strong and fight back with the weak.

He also likes poetry, painting and music.

But the slave life of Nuthria, the Butcher's Nail, and the Emperor completely destroyed him, leaving him beyond recognition.

He could have been so powerful that he was only slightly weaker than Sanguinius.

He has no strong genetic defects, and coupled with his ability to soothe people's hearts, he is more like a real angel than an archangel, but it's a pity...

"What are you doing drawing this for?"

Angron, the angel who was more attracted by lust than Sanguinius, was curious about the use of dragon eggs.

"I need a dragon egg, put you in it, hatch it out again, and give you an immortal body with such powerful basic conditions that it ranks first among the original bodies."

Rasta planned to find a planet similar to Nocturne and turn the entire planet into Angron's nutrients.

He planned to create two dragon groups from the beginning, a dark side Legion of Fire Dragon Daughters, and a bright side Legion of World-Eating Dragons.

Angron, the World Eater, will become the Dragon King of the Brightside Dragons, gaining more power, wisdom, and eternal life, as well as the possibility of bearing the power of Khorne.

Using the angels who were enslaved by Khorne in the original timeline to fight against Khorne is the most profound stroke in the poem about Angron's struggle for fate.

Angron, who has not been persecuted to the point of complete despair and madness, will harness this power and become the master of courage and strength in the real universe.

only……

Rasta thought of the four gods' counterattack, and he had to give up this approach.

Angron was a little worried about breaking out of his shell.

He was afraid that his encounter with this father was just a dream and that he would disappear after hatching again.

Angron in the future has been cultivated by Lust of Light enough to confront the four main gods of Chaos. The future reflects the past, making the current Angron extremely dependent on Rasta.

Angron could even vaguely feel his two different futures.

"If you hatch again, you won't leave me."

"What are you worried about? Really, eat quickly, the rice rolls are getting cold."

The work titled "Light Desire Painting Talisman" soon appeared.

Raste looked at his indescribable and incomprehensible painting, admired it, and then gave a pertinent evaluation.

"A bit ugly..."

"Then can you draw me a better-looking one? Draw a new one?"

Angron also felt that using it to hatch his own dragon eggs was a bit too perfunctory.

"That's not possible. Paint and paper are very precious. It took me a lot of effort to make it."

Rasta couldn't explain the reason. Anyway, he couldn't repaint it, and he would have to do it again, and the painting style might become more abstract.

Other incarnations of Rasta began to select suitable planets in the galaxy to use as a protective body for Angron.

He even considered the stars.

But these stars must have a diameter of 44,444 kilometers.

This number represents Rasta, which allows Angron to ignore the corruption of the four main gods of Chaos during his growth period.

Angron began to wonder how powerful the King of Terra was that Rastra wanted to overthrow.

"You said that my power is so powerful that even the King of Terra can't tolerate it. Why do you want me to become stronger now to fight him?"

"Because you just have that possibility, everything I do now is to magnify your possibility.

Don't think that your only opponent is King Terra.

The King of Terra was extremely cruel, and he also had a group of heirs, each more vicious than the other.

Among them is one named Fulgrim Lisa, who can hit five of you with one hand!

For convenience, just call her Fulisa. "

Rasta was full of nonsense and gave Fulgrim random nicknames.

"Folisa, you sound awesome."

"Of course, Fulisa has many forms, with an initial combat strength of 530,000, and a maximum combat strength of 120 million.

Now you only have tens of thousands of fighting power. "

Rasta didn't feel guilty at all about lying to children.

Was he really completely lying to Angron?

Terra is indeed conquering the galaxy, canned food is indeed landing in drop pods all over the galaxy, the Extermination Order is indeed destroying planets, and the Emperor is indeed thinking of continuing to have more with Macha than I am after everything is settled...

"I've trained to the extreme, can I beat Fulisa?"

Angron felt that he was under a lot of pressure.

Rasta felt that the pressure on Angron was not strong enough.

"What's the point of defeating Fulisa? The empire also has a god of destruction, called Horus, and Fulisa is only allowed to lick her feet!

There is an angel beside Horus, the God of Destruction, and that angel can defeat you now with one hand!

Therefore, Angron, you must be patient and don’t rush everything! "

Rasta spoke earnestly.

The more Angron listened, the more confused he became: "Do we have to fight them? They are so powerful, can't we hide?"

"No, because they will hunt us to the ends of the galaxy."

"Why?"

"Why? Of course..."

Guang Yu stretched out his hand and made a fist.

"Of course it's because I have King Terra's browser history!"