Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

Horus had never thought that someone in the world would dare to challenge the Internet cafe owner.

In the heart of the young Wolf Shepherd God, although the Emperor was powerful, Guang Yu, this wicked guy, was truly terrifying.

The other party's calculations, the other party's methods, the other party's power.

All these factors prevented him from having the slightest intention to fight against this seemingly harmless evil god.

Based on the information provided by the Luna Wolves and Horus' own knowledge, he concluded:

Lust of Light can appear in an undetermined number of incarnations in different places at the same time.

Desire of light can create matter at will, even replace the missing limbs of life, and even seem to resurrect life.

Lust can plunder the souls of others at will and manipulate them at will.

Light Desire can play with the Warp as a building block, transporting other beings into the Warp and protecting them.

Lust of Light can bless the Ultramarines across half of the galaxy.

There was also the ability to predict the future and some abilities that may have been demonstrated but Horus was unaware of them.

The Emperor keeps saying there are no gods in the galaxy, then who is his partner? What is he himself?

Horus had no hair, not no eyes.

But he soon became disgusted with his own eyes.

When he was shocked that the alien dared to challenge the evil god and turned around to look at Lust of Light, he was stunned.

His eyes fell on the Internet cafe owner's hands.

A lot! A bunch of branches! Is He still picking through the pile of branches?

ah! stop! What are you picking? Why? Why do I have to see such a horrific scene?

The young Wolf Shepherd suddenly felt that the future was dark and gloomy.

As a filial son and a loyal dog of lust, the shameful Loken will use these instruments of torture to torture himself!

At this time, Rasta raised his head, and everyone around him was looking at him.

He saw the great alien demon who dared to challenge himself. The blessings of Khorne and Tzeentch were on each other, which looked particularly beautiful.

Others might not be able to see that fluctuation, but Rasta could.

He immediately praised: "Your shroud is very beautiful. They are very good at craftsmanship. When are you going to make one for them?"

Both the Ultramarines and the Luna Wolves felt insulted when someone declared war on their material provider.

But when they were filled with righteous indignation, they did not take any action because there was a voice in their hearts that told them to watch quietly.

Velengkan suppressed the fear in his heart. His civilization did not have the word shroud, but he could understand what it meant.

Throwing away the remains of the corpse in his hand, he looked at the branch in Rasta's hand.

"Is this your weapon?"

"No, this is a weapon that a qualified network administrator should possess."

Teasing Horus, Rasta slowly stepped forward, and everyone made way for him.

The Luna Wolves were very moved, and the material provider's words easily made them think of one thing.

The network administrator is related to the material providers. Loken must have gained something from the material providers, but he didn't share it with them. Bah!

They looked at the branch with envy.

They felt ashamed that they really could not connect these branches with "filial sons". They were not smart enough and had embarrassed Horus.

Rasta stretched out his hand and twisted it, and the branches in his hand immediately turned into a steel pipe.

He pointed the steel pipe at the big demon behind the protective shield.

"Come on! Come out and challenge!"

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Wei Lengkan raised his hand and cast a psychic spell.

A destructive storm fell from the sky, trying to fall on his enemy god.

The world was disrupted, vision was distorted, and the high wind speed made some Astra Militarum troops unsteady.

This "Dharma God Helps Me" trick is really fancy.

Raste raised his other hand, and the next moment, Velengkan was in front of him.

The big demon who was being absorbed from the air was stunned. He could feel how powerful he was just now, but now he can feel how weak he is.

At the same time, he truly understood what existed before him.

The pale god has no expression. He is based on reality. What is reflected in the subspace is a huge hollow pod. This pod can grow hope and other things.

What he was holding was not a steel pipe, but dozens of flesh and bones of lesser gods twisted out of his spine, and his screams were strangely mixed.

The so-called great devil is not worth mentioning in front of Him. Every heartbeat of His heart is a curse to this galaxy. When He admitted that he was a god and became a god, all the pain condensed in Him. He hated this world. starry sky.

He is truly the evil god, and every bit of him is full of terror.

The spines of the secondary gods were smashed down by the lust of light, and the great demon chosen by the two gods was smashed into pieces even more than the alien he was holding to death.

"Why can't you think about it so hard?"

Rasta didn't understand.

His purpose is to let mankind redeem itself. Otherwise, if He does everything directly, it will just make mankind follow the old path of the spirit race.

Therefore, when guiding the Astartes in their battles as a material provider, He would be as hands-off as possible.

But the unlucky guy named him and challenged him sincerely, so he had no choice but to gratify him with mercy.

It's a pity that this guy couldn't catch this divine grace and was completely annihilated.

After killing the puppets of Khorne and Tzeentch, the Emperor looked back in glory with a pleasant smile.

"I just said it's just a showpiece, and it's gone in one stick. It's so boring. It's so big for nothing."

His explanation was hard for those around him to believe.

Rasta obviously didn't look tall, but the alien became a head taller than Horus after gaining some unknown power.

As a result, when Rasta teleported the opponent directly in front of him and hit him with a stick, the feeling to the Space Marines and Astra Militarum was like...

Slap the little bug crawling slowly in front of you to death, the kind that can't fly.

Horus looked at the "steel pipe" warily. For a moment, he seemed to see the true appearance of this thing. It was very scary, but he couldn't recognize what it was.

He unconsciously took a step back and asked about Master Guangyu.

"You're not going to give this to Lorcan, are you?"

"How is that possible? He can't lift it."

Rasta put away the steel pipe.

The Luna Wolves are eager to try this terrifying weapon. They want to see if they can confirm that they are the best network administrators.

Only the swordsman of the chainsaw never forgets the well digger when drafting water, and the soul of a tank when blowing pipes.

He wondered if using this steel pipe to refuel the Cerberus fire-breathing tank would make the machine soul even happier.

within subspace.

Next to the Well of Eternity.

Tzeentch was silent for a long time. As the God of Wisdom, he thought of many things, but could not say anything.

On the other hand, Carlos, the greatest demon of Tzeentch next to him, tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, seeming to see some clues.

One of its heads moved forward.

"Light Desire!"

Another tactical head tilt.

"Chaos deceives!"

Just when it thought it had seen the past and the future, its two heads began to twist.

It looked frightened and panicked.

Tzeentch was not surprised by this scene.

Carlos quickly buried both heads under his wings.

The two heads actually said the same thing.

"No...want...to eat...me..."