Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

Emperor's Dream.

"Bang!"

The Imperial Guards just watched the Avatar of Light Desire kick open the Emperor's door with a depressed look on his face, and then walked to his legion brothers.

"What's wrong?"

The Emperor's attitude towards each person and each period is different. For the current Sixth Evil God, he thinks it is best to comfort him.

"I poked out Salishi's eyes."

When Rast sat down, a Imperial Guard just put a chair under his butt.

You look like the kind of evil god who would be so depressed because of poking out Slaanesh's eyes? Oh, I understand, you think you were too gentle?

The Emperor was having psychological activities, and the Imperial Guards had some other ideas.

During this period of time, the pink Imperial Guard had become the strongest among them, and it was the strongest without any dispute.

"Because he dared to hide in the warp to peek at me!"

When Light Desire said this, he got angry.

The Emperor and the Imperial Guards became curious. After all, there must be a reason for Slaanesh to peek.

"How dare he peek at me being forced to sleep with someone?!"

"?!"

The sound of the guards turning their heads in unison, and the Emperor's deafening silence.

"This is my dark history, I must silence Sally, the insider! Do you have any good ideas?"

"I didn't hear anything."

The Emperor indulged the neuroticism of the fallen evil god. The longer this guy can be neurotic, the more optimistic the situation is.

"Aren't you curious about why I was slept with?"

"Oh, then why were you slept with?"

"Because one of my incarnations smelled of another woman when it returned, which made her feel a sense of crisis."

"I don't think it's a big deal. Can you please not talk about your family affairs..."

"But I'm thinking about how to tell that other woman that her father has a daughter."

"..."

The Emperor seemed to feel that the spearhead was gradually pointing at himself.

"I also have to explain that his son fell in love with his daughter."

"..."

The Emperor glanced at the guards around him, and they began to pretend that they didn't hear anything.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. I have something good here. Do you want to see it?"

Lassite felt that he had been honest enough to tell the Emperor about the things he had done to offend him recently, and began to invite him to watch something good.

The Emperor hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

So Guangyu took out "Sax Marines"!

And started playing it directly without the Emperor being able to stop it.

The Ultramarines, or the current Sons of War, appeared in the vision of the Lord of Mankind in a special way.

After appreciating this classic, the Emperor's face turned black.

"If you don't have anything to do, then..."

"Well, I'm here to tell you that it's a critical moment now. My plan has been carried out enough. Now, I'm strangling an extremely disgusting beast."

Guangyu's tone became serious.

"What you mean by disgusting is..."

The Emperor did not agree with the Sixth Evil God's three views, because the other party felt that his rule was also disgusting in many places.

"That beast will destroy your so-called powerful empire and bring you the most painful defeat in tens of thousands of years since its birth!"

Rasthe's voice was not loud, but it made all the guards in the entire Imperial Hall tighten their weapons.

The Emperor's face also became very bad.

"Who is that beast? Where is it?"

"On the planet where one of your sons has not yet crawled out of the incubator."

Rasthe threw out a lot of information, which can make people think of a lot.

"That beast, is it by influencing my son and ultimately overthrowing all my ideals?"

The laurel branch on the Emperor's head was stirred by His spiritual energy.

There was a burning anger in His eyes. He was now both the Emperor and another god.

"You don't need to be so panicked that you will borrow money from your future self again. The bug that overthrew your empire is actually extremely weak. This is why it can cause trouble under your nose, because you don't take its weakness seriously."

Rasthe's words gradually began to become opposed to the Emperor.

The big golden man looked at the guy in front of him who was short and tall to him. He wanted to refute him that he was not a god, and his future was just a source of power. He would not become like that.

But every trace of the Dark King's spiritual energy that was stirring in his body pointed out a fact so clearly and terribly.

"You and I are both in a hurry. We are both short of time. You can't wait to unify the entire galaxy to get rid of the influence of the four gods.

You are also afraid because you know that you are not only facing the four of them, but also yourself, and you even think that there is me.

But now I am on your side. You should at least tell your descendants the truth about the subspace, so that you can avoid many mistakes."

"No! Light Desire! I am not a god, and my descendants are not gods. There is only truth in everything!

Only by completely erasing all beliefs and suppressing all concepts of God with the beliefs of the entire galaxy until they gradually disappear, will people ignore the influence of the subspace.

When everyone's consciousness begins to form a projection in the subspace, then the truth becomes something that suppresses the Chaos Gods.

Humanity will no longer be enslaved by gods. At that time, I will transform this empire into what you want. That was also my ideal. "

The Emperor felt that his bottom line had been touched on the question of whether to inform a Primarch like Lorgar of the truth about the Warp, and he was absolutely unwilling to accept Ralast's advice.

His stubbornness has almost become the most unshakable part of his life label.

But the psychic energy in him calmed down a lot.

"When are you going to crush that bug?"

"Right now, do you want to go take a look?"

Rasta stood up as he spoke these words, and at the same time unfolded his divine form.

The pale body of the terrifying thing, which was taller than the big golden guy, was like the color after the death of the world.

His body is constantly extending towards the entire world, so much so that the world seems to be a part of him.

There was no suitable carrier for the Emperor's incarnation to arrive in that world, so Rasta prepared to transport the Emperor's body there.

To transport a God who claims to be something other than God, He must unfold His true posture.

All in all, the big golden guy was too heavy, and Rasta came to see the Emperor only in his incarnation.

The space in front of the two big men quickly turned pale, and at the same time began to peel off like a wall.

Light Desire took the lead and walked into the door across the galaxy.

As the Emperor stepped into the pale, he could see that this was not warp navigation, but another space-traveling technology, but one with no possibility of duplication.

He did not seek this method of voyage across the stars with Rasta.

"Cornis, here we come."

The weather is getting colder, so be careful to keep warm. I kicked off the quilt last night and had a nightmare. It’s so cruel. I have a dreamy constitution that allows me to dream for two minutes after one minute of sleep. How could I keep doing this all night long? Do your homework and test, do your homework and test, do your homework and test, do your homework and test (_)