Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

"Your taste is still so extraordinary!"

After reading the entire fairy tale script, Osiris, the chief disciple, immediately put away the masterpiece of lust.

In any case, this is a sacred object, and as the Grand Inquisitor of the Court of Dawn, he has the right to collect it.

As for the other disciples, they wouldn’t give it to them if they found it!

Well, if the Assassin's disciples come to ask for it, then there's nothing you can do about it.

"Of course, I am the literary director of the Garden Baby Corps!"

The Evil God of the Table had his hands on his hips. He clearly couldn't write well, yet he accepted all the praises from his first disciple without blushing.

Matthew is very pragmatic. He is collecting oysters. His selection criteria are very simple. Big ones are good, and more ones are beautiful.

Cornish oysters are really big. If the shape of the entire oyster was not flat but spherical, each one would be about the same as a watermelon.

After collecting enough oysters, Matthew selected some seaweed and fish.

The number of fish here is quite large, and the sea monsters will return to the northern seas regularly to work together and drive the fish here to keep them in captivity.

These creatures contaminated by chaos have some kind of alternative intelligence.

After making sure that he had collected enough baby food, Matthew came to prostrate himself before the Lord of Lights.

"This is where Luojia's training cabin is."

Rasta threw out a Luojia Radar, which he modeled after the Dragon Ball Radar.

If the Emperor had this radar, he could gather all the Primarchs together as quickly as possible and summon a great blessing.

"Great Lord, the original body was born with a certain amount of memory and knowledge. He may know..."

Even before he met Luo Jia, Matthew already cared about his adopted son. He was such a responsible father.

"I temporarily severed his ties with the Emperor, and the Emperor approved of it.

To be honest, I always feel like I'm at a disadvantage. I help that solitary eater fix the genetic defects in his sons, but I don't get much remuneration. "

Guangyu joked to himself.

Of course he was joking. He helped the primarchs just because he wanted to do it. He never regarded it as a business.

After a brief chat, Matthew left.

He skinned a sea monster, cut it into pieces, and used the sea monster skin to pack the oysters, black seaweed, and big fish he had picked out.

He surfaced, carrying a huge package on one shoulder and a Luojia Radar in the other.

The sea water ran down the package and bathed Matthew's body.

Step by step, he came to the shore, which was already surrounded by mortals.

It's freezing cold, but even if they freeze to death, these people are unwilling to leave here.

Cornis is a religious world, and faith is people's first need in life, a true spiritual need.

People's reliance on faith is several times greater than the reliance on electronic devices such as mobile phones and computers during the ancient Terra period.

Matthew originally didn't intend to pay attention to these people.

As soon as these fanatical believers heard that a god had appeared, they attached all their past beliefs to him, which he felt was a kind of blasphemy.

How can he be called a god?

In the chaos, how can those hypocritical, vicious and dirty things be called gods?

The real God is the Lord of Lights. He is willing to lower his eyes and look at the shadows in the dust to illuminate everything.

He is the real God!

But after walking a certain distance, Matthew finally stopped and sighed.

To be honest, he is not a hard-hearted person.

He put down the sea monster skin package in his hand, turned around and plunged into the swamp.

His original intention was to salvage the carcass of the sea monster and feed it to the hungry and cold people on the shore.

But underwater, Rasta is transforming the fragments of the sea monster's corpse into independent lives.

Yes, He is mass-producing knock-off Pokémon, which is an indispensable part of Luojia's fairy tale.

Luojia will eventually face the cruel Milky Way, and Rasta is ready to give him a dreamlike childhood while repairing his genetic defects.

"Just use the ability of the material provider to make food for them." Rasta saw his troubles.

But Abates' knowledge was conveying something to Matthew in a subtle way.

That is to try not to use the ability of one's own material provider as much as possible.

Matthew resisted the pressure, caught some fish, and then floated to the surface.

This was him going against the wishes of the Lord of Lights, and the Grand Inquisitor's eyes were very unkind.

None of the people on the shore dared to touch the package of the "god". They just kowtowed in place.

Among the teachings of the God of Art, suffering for God is a deformed dogma that you should enjoy happiness.

This purpose of Slaanesh has tortured too many people.

Matthew built several fires outside the swamp, began to bake fish, and cooked fish soup in a small pot.

The faithful are repeatedly pulled back by Slaanesh's corruption and life's thirst for food.

The struggle ended when Matthew started handing out grilled fish.

Sea fish have no spines, and these people eat them happily.

Matthew began walking among these people and healing their illnesses.

Some of these people are already freezing to death.

He brought the fish soup he had cooked to himself and came to a woman who was holding a dying child in her arms. The child was less than one year old. Perhaps a baby would be more correct to describe her.

At the beginning of the golden age, pure human genes no longer existed, and Cornis's babies could already be weaned before they were one year old.

"Why bring her here?"

Matthew looked at that woman, a standard fanatic believer of the Chaos Evil God, who risked everything for her faith. He hated this kind of behavior that ignored his family the most.

The "god"'s question made the woman ecstatic. She didn't even hear what Matthew said clearly, she just read the Book of Praise to All Gods to herself.

It was a gospel written by Cornes to praise the Chaos Gods rather than a specific god, and applied to all Chaos Gods.

The people nearby who had received the food given by God were chanting the hymn just written for Matthew and dedicated to Matthew.

Matthew raised his hand, the lantern appeared in his hand, and he shook it gently.

The fanaticism of these people has gathered into a terrifying force, seriously affecting their sanity.

The lanterns flickered, and these people began to wake up, but they still worshiped this god.

Matthew stood in the midst of them all, and he wanted to correct their mistakes.

"I am not a goddess!"

This voice was firm and powerful, but it was suspected of plagiarizing the Fifth Evil God.

"But your power, your gift..."

The irresponsible woman stopped feeding the child fish soup and asked in panic and anxiety.

"That's because I believe in God! The real God! My power seems to be extremely majestic and powerful in your eyes.

Well, let me tell you! How great is the God I worship!

He stands above countless worlds, and He is also the true supreme in the divine realm.

His majesty makes the gods you thought of in the past tremble.

He used the bones of gods to build his temporary throne.

Where He stands, the light falls, and in His paleness, countless lives like me crawl out of the abyss of darkness with His will.

Beings like us are called light chasers.

I, Matthew, am just an ordinary member of His countless worshipers. The power you think of as God is nothing but a gift given to me by Him.

You cannot call me God! Your belief in me is an unforgivable blasphemy against my faith! "