Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

Robert Guilliman has always believed that he will become a man of knowledge and etiquette, because he has the best father in the world and is the best in the world in martial arts and martial arts.

He also has a mother who is knowledgeable, courteous, omnipotent, extremely gentle, and knowledgeable.

This kind of family education will definitely turn him into a being who, if not perfect, can be said to be worthy of being sought after.

This idea lasted until he got a teacher named Rasta.

It was night, in an ordinary farm in the southern hemisphere of Macragge. The two brothers brought by Rasta using the Ash Gate were stealing the beans grown by the farmer with different moods.

Angron didn't say anything and just immersed himself in gathering the pods with his father, while Guilliman was very uneasy.

"Isn't it wrong for us to do this? It's a bit unethical to steal other people's things..."

Guilliman was carrying a small backpack and was extremely nervous. He looked around, trying to persuade his brother and teacher to go back.

"Hmph, I am the evil god. Not only will I steal a few beans from him, but I will just rob him directly. The most I can do is pretend to be the emperor and rob him. What are you afraid of?"

Ralast pulled up the bean plant and used it as a ruler to slap Guilliman on the head.

Guilliman, who was severely bullied, patted the dust on his head and said, "It's not like we don't have food at home..."

"NO! NO! NO!"

Rasta stretched out his index finger and shook it from side to side.

Then he said seriously: "When you grow up, you will know how much this kind of thing is worth remembering.

I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink wine, but it didn't work out. As a young man, I was chased outside the village by a dog...

The taste of cooking food outside is different from eating it at home! "

At this moment, the light of a portable electric lamp shone in from outside the farmland.

"who?"

The farmer's voice was not very ferocious.

Planetary Archon Connor Guilliman convinced all the great nobles to open all the farms of Macragge to the poor, as the harvest had never been so bountiful.

Every farm releases large quantities of food to the poor every day.

Macragge is very good compared to the human world in the galaxy, but it is not as good as the most prosperous period of Ancient Terra. Even in Ancient Terra, at least millions or even tens of millions of people are hungry every day, praying for tomorrow. To have enough food and clothing for the whole family.

Macragge will give farmers certain verbal rewards based on the scale of farm relief.

In this pretty good world, farmers who already have enough food and clothing no longer care about food, and some of them don't even care about their own wealth. They care more about honor and power.

Even just verbal praise is motivation for them to compete with other farmers.

This is like playing a game to compare rankings, and what they pay is nothing more than food given by God.

The farmer would graze for thirteen hours during the day.

A day on Macragge is not the ancient Terran twenty-four hour clock.

The reason why he came out at night to check out the situation was to see how much reward he could win with how much capital he had.

Awards from local officials, awards from nobles, awards from great nobles, and even awards from great consuls are different.

This farmer is willing to sell 90% of his assets if he can be received by His Excellency the Administrator Connor Guilliman, who has been granted royal power by God!

"Run! Run! He's going to let the dogs loose!"

The words of an unscrupulous person are just spreading rumors.

Angron ran away with an armful of beans, following behind Rasta.

Guilliman, on the other hand, had an uneasy conscience and took three steps before looking back.

Only the farmer looked to his left and right, and then back.

Where the hell did I let the dog go? !

However, seeing the height of the three thieves, he sighed and stopped pursuing it. He was going to go home and sleep on the sofa with the fireplace in front of him.

On Guilliman's side, the primarch, who had never heard the barking of dogs, followed Luang Lu and Luang Lu's great boy to the river.

Angron picked up the firewood wisely, and Rasta brought out a pot that was burned until the bottom was covered with black ash.

Guilliman was urged to fetch water, but Rasta warned him that he could not fetch water from the river, but had to steal it from the farmer's well, as the river water was not clean.

Guilliman grimaced, his resentful eyes biting at the evil god who had misled his children, and he went to steal the water aggrievedly.

Ten minutes later, Rasta and Angron watched as Guilliman came to the fire with water and the farmer's family.

"Look! Look! This guy is unloyal! He betrayed us!"

Rastra pointed at Guilliman and complained to Angron.

Angron had already imagined what was going on.

Guilliman, who had stolen water, found his conscience troubled and went to the farmer to apologize.

The farmer originally didn't care about people who couldn't afford to eat stealing beans, but when he discovered that something was wrong with Guilliman's clothes, he nervously came with a family of three to meet the "bean thief".

Angron's clothes are also custom-made by the royal family. He has clothes made by Rasta for him, but he is reluctant to wear them.

As for Rasta himself, what he wears is no longer the so-called textiles or clothes.

If Rasta does not restrain his pollution, any thread on this dress falling to any planet will cause a world-destroying disaster.

Two children and one teenager made the farmer more and more puzzled about the origins of these three uninvited guests.

It was obvious that he was the one being stolen, but the farmer was very cautious.

Until Angron told them to do it.

Pour the water into the pot, and Rasta waits boredly for the water to boil.

Then He looked at the starry sky and drew it up with his fingers.

The farmer and his wife did not notice this small gesture.

"I'm Connarry Sheldon, and this is my son..."

Connally tried to make a family introduction.

But Rasta interrupted him.

"You fart, this is obviously his son."

Ralast pointed at Guilliman.

Guilliman held his head, he was going crazy.

These sudden words made the farmer and his wife stunned for a while.

The farmer's only son, who used to be dissatisfied with everyone, remained silent without any rebuttal. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, looking at the terrifying starry sky.

Yes, it's scary.

He looked at the boy who didn't look like a mortal, and used his fingers to mess up the stars in the sky.

He studied as a senior student in the province of Elisa, and he was an intellectual.

He knew the concept of the speed of light and how long it would take for those starlights to reach Macragge.

But……

Even though the existence in front of him is not moving the stars, the other party also possesses some kind of terrifying power.

Angron explained to the evil god's father who was gradually going crazy.

“Your son will have the honor of being a member of Robert Guilliman’s honor guard.

At that time, he will obtain the extraordinary blood of Robert Guilliman, thereby transcending the mortal body and becoming his blood heir.

This question is more complicated. You can understand that your son will receive some kind of special blessing.

He will receive a second heart, the power of nearly ten thousand Macragzalen, and a life that lasts for thousands or even thousands of years. "

After Angron explained this sentence, he wanted to prove that his words had a certain degree of authenticity.

He raised his hand, and terrifying spiritual energy erupted from his palm, lighting up the night and briefly evaporating the river next to him.