Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

In the eyes of Angron in the original timeline, no Chaos God was more evil than the Emperor.

He got nothing from the Emperor, but with Khorne, he could at least get Khorne's attention and be able to truly vent his anger - against his enemy, the extremely disgusting fifth evil god.

When he and his brothers and sisters revolted and were promoted as the negative theme of clowns, he hated the whole house, not to mention the emperor, the entire empire became the object of his hatred.

Rasta quickly gave up thinking about this matter because he encountered another thing that made him grind his teeth.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Rasta's expression of hatred, Angron thought he had done something wrong.

"It's none of your business. You're right. There's something wrong with your brother!"

Rasta first explained that it had nothing to do with Angron, and then told the whole story.

Otherwise, the child would be frightened no matter what he did or what he said. Wouldn't he be on the same level as the emperor?

"My brother? That Osiris you mentioned? What did he do?"

Angron's inner Osiris is actually quite mature and very filial, knowing how to go back in time and take care of his father.

"He asked me if I wanted to buy Guagua, which cost more than 40 million in one stroke. I used to ask Him suspiciously if it wasn't more than 90 million in one stroke. Where did the other 50 million go? He said that he had received kickbacks!"

This filial son's evil deeds are his own fault. It's too much!

"Then...who did he learn from?"

Angron asked, while turning his gaze towards the suspected god Rasta.

"Well...it needs to be discussed. What if it is because of the wisdom and knowledge authority that He received that He became this nature? I admit that maybe 40%...50%...70%...Okay, 90%... The reason for success is me.

But regardless of the facts, is it all my fault..."

Rasta's "throw aside the facts" made Angron not want to ask any more questions.

Negris, like all the villages in Nusria, was extremely poor.

Nusria's ruling class became gladiators in order to ensure a steady supply of slaves.

What they did was to make slaves live worse than gladiators, and make common people live worse than slaves.

This is mainly reflected in food and clothing.

The common people were poorly clothed and had no food to eat. Under the oppression of the nobles, they had no choice but to accept selling their children to the gladiatorial arena.

Their imagination is that their children enter the fighting ring and eat meat.

In fact, you may be whipped just after entering the fighting ring, and most of them will not survive more than a week.

The cost of gladiators in the arena is too low. They don't really have strong physiques and fighting skills. They will only be used by nobles to vent their ugly desire to kill.

It is this kind of scum who is allowed by the Emperor of the original timeline to continue to rule and enslave the world.

Perhaps there are quite a few humans in the galaxy who believe that the Emperor is also an evil god with unforgivable sins. Their lives would be extremely miserable with or without the Emperor. However, these humans will all die because of the Empire's suppression, or they will live in ignorance and ignorance forever. in the life of a slave.

The people of Negris just stared at two outsiders who were young but obviously did not belong to their class as they walked into the village.

Some people in the village are sewing clothes using the skin of plants similar to ramie. They must use all means to ensure that they can survive without pain.

Most of the village managers in this cruel world are unable to integrate into the villagers, because they are the lowest-level losers of the nobility.

The exception is Negris. The village chief of Negris is Angron's adoptive father in the original timeline.

He was too protective of the interests of the villagers of Negris, which disgusted the rulers of the city-state, so he changed from the lowest manager to a slave in the arena, and was even killed by Angron who had the Butcher's Nail.

Nusria is undoubtedly filled with the overwhelming majority of evil.

Many places in the empire can be regarded as hell for ordinary people.

The village chief of Negris is named Oinomouth.

At this time, he was still an older young man who looked older than his age due to the hardship of life, but he was physically strong - without force or enough wisdom, he was unable to maintain the stability of the village.

Oinomouth nervously came to the two outsiders.

He is indeed more powerful than ordinary people, but he is powerless against the rulers and nobles of Nuthria.

Nusria has an existence called the High Knight, which is a symbol of the nobles' force. That special unit is equipped with various thermal weapons, which cannot be resisted by ordinary mortals or ordinary carbon-based creatures.

"Two adults, I am..."

The adoptive father in Angron's original timeline and his current adoptive father officially meet.

"I know your name, Oinomouth."

Raste held out his hand.

Oinomouth's first reaction was to kneel down and kiss the boots of the noble in front of him.

It's not a handshake or even a hand kiss.

Nusria can even be called a world full of slaves. The hierarchy here is too strict.

Angron held him back.

In the future, Angron, who was sent to the throne by Rasta, has become a god and can see the timeline. He is telling his past self that Oinomouth is probably someone from Angron.

When Angron faced the information feedback from the future, he seemed to have a new understanding of the world.

He also understood why Rasta could see scenery that mortals could not see, seeing the past, future and present as a whole lever.

That's right, He Rasta is a litigator!

It's a pity that those who argue can't help the mud of the Milky Way, they can only save those who deserve to be saved.

"How much does it cost to buy a life here?"

Rasta looked at Oinomouth calmly.

Even in the ancient Terra period and in the twenty-first century, there were a large number of poor people who did not have enough to eat, let alone the thirtieth millennium.

Here, maybe a bag of grain can make people sell their children and daughters, because what they usually eat can hardly be called serious food.

The nobles will not provide enough water and food to most of the common people in Nusria, but they will invest as much money as possible in the construction of the gladiatorial arena.

For example, turn the entire arena into a pool of acid, drive the slaves and gladiators in, and only want one alive!

From the perspective of the ancient Terran people, this situation is somewhat reasonable, not to mention the Nusrian people who have been domesticated to be servile from generation to generation.

Therefore, exchanging food and clothing for children is already a serious business in the eyes of Nusria people.

Many people don't even have feelings for their children, and just treat these offspring as tradable commodities.

They don't care how painful their offspring's life will be. If their offspring are too weak to be sold as valuable slaves, they will directly starve them to death.

Or, throwing their children to feed the nobles' dogs in exchange for a word of praise.

This is hell.

Oinomouth lowered his head and thought, but this process was extremely short-lived.

He had been warned, and nearby city-states had discovered that he was seeking benefits for his own villagers.

If he was discovered like this again, his legs would be broken and thrown into the arena. He would survive a fight and receive treatment, but from then on he could only live a precarious life as a gladiator.

The next moment, tomorrow, or a week from now could be his death.

Nusria's nobles are so neurotic and cruel that even the demons of Slaanesh would scream in horror at the sight of them.

The Warp was, after all, born from the emotions of intelligent beings.

The demons of Slaanesh are just "learning" from humans and bean sprouts.

Oinomouth raised his head with difficulty. He did not want to speak and expose his bottom line, but stretched out a finger.

He was betting that the young nobleman in front of him didn't understand the market and gave him a reward that far exceeded the "market price".