Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light - Chapter 260 The Land of Midnight

“I don’t have time to take care of the kids!”

Malcador almost screamed. Recently, due to the expansion of the front line again, the radiation area of ​​​​the imperial army has become wider. The daily government affairs have made the imperial prime minister so anxious that he is almost going to pieces.

His ability to spare time to teach Alpha was the limit before, but now? Really overwhelmed!

Rasta ignored it, sniffling and sobbing.

“Angron, look, this is a black-hearted company. After I joined the company, I became an ordinary quartermaster. Forget it, I didn’t get any salary, and I even paid to work.

Forget about paying to go to work, please ask the boss of the company for a little thing…

I just asked the company’s second-in-command for a small favor, but he refused. It was so unkind. I almost wanted to buy a street lamp. “

Rasta, who almost told the proprietress, wiped her tears as she spoke.

“You, an evil god, are crying and moaning here…”

Malcador felt very big-headed, and the childish evil god would annoy him to death.

“I’m not crying!”

Another Rasta appeared in the distance and turned over Malcador’s cabinet. Inside was a gift given to Malcador by the emperor during the ancient Terra period.

“Put it down!”

The regent watched Rasta, who was pretending to cry, turn into a phantom and then realized that this was an illusion.

“Then you will be Angron’s mother!”

Rasta picked up the crystal ball that Igubigu gave when he abducted Malcador after sealing the Void Dragon, and was about to smash it on the ground.

“Then smash it.”

Malcador was exhausted both physically and mentally, and slumped down on the high-backed chair with a look of despair on his face.

“Don’t you want to know what that old guy smashed the mobile device and didn’t show you what it was?”

Raste stirred up old grudges and was extremely unkind.

It was the day when Macado received the divorce certificate, and his face was extremely ugly. Even though he had to cook for the emperor when he returned home after receiving the certificate.

“The original body has been abducted by you. You can do whatever you want. I’m curious and I won’t ask.”

Although Malcador wanted to move, he was not very interested.

“He has been asking how the intelligent AI can be a qualified and responsible head of the family, and he is very unsure about it.

And he is used to being lazy and doesn’t want to change. When you find out that he would rather chat with the intelligent AI than ignore you.

For that little bit of face, he lied to you that he was in a relationship with an intelligent AI. “

Rasta told part of the truth.

“So some of the weirder browser records are also fake?”

“No, that’s true.”

“Father, what’s true?”

“Children, don’t ask random questions about these things. You have to hide under the covers and watch alone with the lights off at night.”

“Then you turn off the lights and hide…”

“?!”

The beloved Rasta came to Malcador and stretched out his hand. Malcador took out the ruler used to educate Alpha.

“Then can you take one with me when you turn off the lights and play hide and seek at night?”

Angron changed his words sincerely, fearing that he would encounter domestic violence at such an age that he shouldn’t have.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Malcador knew that Rasta was the kind of evil god who never went to the Three Treasures Palace for any reason, so he took the initiative to ask out of curiosity.

“After all the original bodies are properly placed, the King of Creation’s plan will begin. The Emperor must temporarily leave this galaxy and go to the past to stop everything. Do you want to accompany him?”

Raste asked about Malcador with a hint of guilt.

For a moment, Malcador was truly angry at the Sixth Evil God’s arrangement.

Because among those who care about the emperor, he is definitely ranked number one, even first.

Rasta’s arbitrary treatment of the Emperor made him angry and dissatisfied, which was normal.

But Machado suppressed this negative emotion with the rationality he had cultivated for more than two thousand years, because he understood one thing.

That is, without Rasta, the Emperor and him would be even more difficult to move forward.

“What does the future hold?”

“I’m not satisfied, but it’s much, much better than now.”

Raste’s answer to Malcador revealed a lot of information.

“What responsibilities did you give him?”

“During the time when I suppress Chaos and become the King of Creation, he will go outside the galaxy and face dangerous outsiders. Don’t worry, I will give him the power of the Dark King on all timelines and let him At least I have the ability to protect myself.”

Rasta was waiting for Malcador’s reply.

“I see.”

After the imperial regent gave a simple reply, he sat in his original position and continued to process the documents.

Raste opened the Ashes Door and walked in with Angron.

After the evil god and the original body left, Malcador’s hand stopped. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He was stunned for a long time before he continued to work on the matter at hand.

In the Gate of Ashes.

“Can you give me some advice about Nuthria?”

Angron knew that Nuthria would become his home base, but as a primarch who was very dependent on light lust and had just been born, he wanted to seek advice.

“Oinomouth can be used, he is very suitable to be a wise man.

Managing a planet is a very troublesome matter. If you are as irresponsible as an ordinary imperial administrative star or a hive world, it is very easy to let the people under you live in dire straits.

I don’t believe you would do that, Angron. You want to be the Primarch of luxury.

In the ice fields of Nuthria, there are some hermits who are extremely dissatisfied with Nuthria’s slavery system. They are descendants of the shipwrights of the Golden Age.

Before the golden age began, human beings flew into the stars. However, the resources of a planet are only limited, and it is obviously unrealistic to use them to cover the Milky Way. Even if the earth is divided infinitely, it will not be enough to add as much as one celestial body in the Milky Way.

Various laws were enacted as a result, including laws restricting the food that could be brought on board ships.

Different spaceships have different populations, and food will also be regulated.

As a last resort, the boatmen were forced to undergo genetic modification called the ‘Hibernation Project’.

These people who have learned a lot about spacecraft maintenance have the ability to fall into deep sleep even without the need for a sleep chamber when food is scarce.

They only wake up when there is a problem with the spacecraft and deal with large amounts of poorly stored food.

The descendants of these people are in Nusria, and they rely on hibernation to survive in the snowy fields where food is scarce.

Their leader is a wise man who leads this tribe to survive in a difficult way and even grows a little. You can use him.

If the entire Nuthria wants to become a paradise on earth, it must have enough suitable managers and delegate power to them. Angron, according to your ability, no one can hide their true appearance from you. “

Logically speaking, since humans are flying into space and heading towards the Milky Way, there should be no reason for poor food preservation.

But the reality is that it’s so weird. If life doesn’t have too many messy and bad accidents, could it really be an ideal novel about smooth sailing?

“Then where are we going now?”

“Dark Place, Nostramo!”