Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

No one can calculate how many lives have been blessed by the King of Creation in the forty-four galaxies in the past five hundred years.

Each of these beings brought the characteristics of light chasers to the extreme, thus enabling them to obtain the supreme glory - being given the power of saints by the Galaxy of Creation.

Most battle flips occur this way.

These people are called the divinely chosen champions of the King of Creation.

The first wave of victims are the Tyranids who are preparing to flee the galaxy. They are hiding from a more powerful hunter and plundering all resources and converting them into biomass.

Before reaching the Milky Way, they were first discovered by the Creation Expedition Corps consisting of forty-four galaxies that launched an expedition to the surrounding river systems.

After confirming that this species is really damned, the Tyranids were greatly shocked by the galaxy.

The angelic descendants of the imperial gods are more powerful than the other, especially the two dragon groups. Killing the Tyranids is like cutting wheat.

The Tyranid Zerg that the Empire encountered in the original timeline were only the vanguard of the real Zerg, and the Empire fought extremely hard.

But now, the Tyranids' large forces faced the Empire's Vanguard Expeditionary Force, and they were beaten so hard that the Zerg's will was lost.

Their predecessors, the orcs, died neatly due to the purification of the Creation Galaxy. They lost their faith, were cruel and cunning, and fled the galaxy with the few remaining fungi.

These fungi relied on the power of my imagination to cross the long distances between river systems, and finally arrived at a new star field, where they began a large-scale battle with another dark race.

These empires don't care.

The four major military camps of the Empire - the Holy Legion of the Solar System, the Krieg Death Corps, the Catachan Tree Eaters, and the Unyielding Army of Ankarin - have been providing a steady stream of powerful warriors for the Creation Crusade.

When each warrior dies, his soul will return to the throne of the gods in his own galaxy, and then he will be thrown into the creation galaxy. At this time, the warrior will face two choices: reincarnate to his home planet, or obtain eternal tranquility.

The four military camps are not fixed, but are constantly flowing among the most powerful Astra Militarum regiments in the thirteen empires.

After the High Inquisition, the planet of the Dawn Court, left the galaxy and went to the galaxy second closest to the Pale Throne, Ankarin changed from an ordinary agricultural world to a planet with some kind of sacred symbol.

The two brothers Alpharius and Omega, who even obtained this galaxy, spent a lot of money to move Ankarin to the original location of the Court of Dawn.

Selin Rashiz, the divine choice of the twin gods of the empire, is dealing with a list of names with great headache at the moment.

The Imperial crusade continues, and as the battle lines continue to expand - and the gaps in troops needed to prevent Chaos from returning to the galaxy to breed corruption - grow larger and larger.

The angels of the gods, the former Astartes, are becoming increasingly insufficient.

The current empire has liberated the labor force, and everyone's life is not only better, but at least it is much better than during the ancient Terra period.

Under the blessing of the Creation Galaxy, the forty-four galaxies never lack food.

The worship of the King of Creation has made it impossible for most life forms in the galaxy to project any filth into the subspace.

Even if an unforgivable person is born, he will be burned to death by the surrounding light element or the light of the creation galaxy.

In a galaxy that crazily worships gods, no one will sympathize with these things that have been recognized as beasts by the only timeline.

The crazy preaching of Luojia, the God of Gospel, made the empire and even civilizations outside the empire regard participating in the Great Expedition as an honor.

This resulted in the Empire often receiving strange application letters.

This kind of application letter is a request to receive blessings from the gods and become an angelic heir of the empire's gods.

All kinds of strange applications pile up under the huge base of galactic life.

The empire has no plans to compel military service, but the number of people who want to join the army amounts to more than 44% of the empire's total population.

The reason why there are only 44% is not because there are only so many people, but because the statisticians think this number is sacred enough.

The four statisticians Pebolatu, Magnus, Mortarion and Macabaka were scolded by the Second Emperor Sanguinius for an entire afternoon.

The four-winged angel Saint Lena will make a psychic call at this time to rescue the four naughty child primitives from danger.

These seemed weird enough, but Selinla saw something even weirder.

She pulled out an application letter at this moment, with question marks on her face.

A member of the Wind Clan from the Tau Tribe came here on a pilgrim void ship from the galaxy owned by the Tau Tribe, hoping to become an angel of the Twin Gods.

The Tau also said that if Ankarin refused to apply, for the glory of the Etheric Messiah, this far-sighted Wind Clan man would find a rope and hang himself silently on the gate of a recruiting office in Ankarin.

Serinla's face was so stiff that she could not speak at this female Tau's unreasonable request.

"If you want to be a female Astartes, go to Nocturne! You can also go to the Phoenix Goddess or the Wolf Goddess! We don't accept female angels here!!!"

She whined a few times and sat down on her office chair helplessly.

At this time, Alpharius, Omega and Matthew came over while chatting.

"Why didn't Luo Jia come?"

The Primarchs all liked Lorgar, and they had not been poisoned in their childhood...

To be precise, Lorgar, who was only tortured by Rastra in his childhood, was quite enthusiastic towards his brothers and often hurt them. This led to Lorgar, the gospel god, being very popular among the original body.

"His leg is broken."

Matthew had a complicated expression.

"Can anyone else hurt him?!"

Omega didn't realize it. How could he say that Luojia was a gospel god? Unless Sanguinius, a Primarch of the Second Emperor's level, personally took action, how could Luojia's leg be broken?

"No, I broke his leg."

Matthew felt a little distressed, but mostly angry.

"..."

Omega, Alpharius and Serinella looked at Matthew in silence.

Matthew explained: “We, the Word Bearers Galaxy, are preparing to celebrate the Lord’s birthday.

This was originally a good thing, but Luojia, he...

He just wanted to cook himself, saying he was going to cook some good dishes for the master..."

"..."

Alpharius and Omega will never forget being kidnapped by Luojia using brotherhood and taking a bite of the food cooked by Luojia.

How dare this bastard celebrate his godfather's birthday with something like that? !

"Don't worry, you two, I'll give you both a punch!"

Matthew persuaded the two primarchs not to go and make up for Luojia's unforgettable memories.

Alpharius nodded: "Then remember, you still owe me three punches for not giving Luojia!"

Omega: "Me too!"

Just as the Primarchs began to discuss which of the two top chefs, Hain or Lorgar, was better, a pale beam of light fell from the sky and landed on the planet Ankarin.