Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light - Chapter 301 About to go away

The decadent middle-aged man who still had the charm of a MILF was silenced by this damn spell for four seconds.

How powerful is the desire for light? He didn’t even need to take action himself, it was just a control skill that made him feel suffocated.

Queen Mother Makado next to her was so happy that she was twitching.

After finally taking a vacation, he could finally relax and unwind.

The hateful desire for lust, foreign policy, internal debates within the empire, external processing, the pile of documents doubled, and Malcador almost called Alpharius back to process the documents together.

Interlocking the fingers of his hands, resting his elbows on the table, and resting his chin on the back of his hands, Malcador began to tease the emperor in the same way.

“Your Majesty the Emperor, who still has his charm, are you just going to watch him transform? Why don’t you just go up and beat him up?”

“What do you know? This is called an invincible frame! It’s rude to interrupt someone’s transformation, and he’s on the left and I’m on the right. Whether it’s a kick or a wave, I already have the advantage.

In this father-son game, even if I lost in the end, I was just pretending! “

Old Man Huang first expressed his opinion, and then put his head to Machado’s ear.

“I see you still have your charm.”

“roll!”

Lao Ma pushed the emperor’s big face away.

Ferus finally completed his transformation.

It’s said to be a transformation, but actually…

In fact, the external power armor has changed its color.

“Not bad, very Gutera’s Kamen Rider style!”

The Emperor reached out and clapped, then stood up and held out his hand.

He wanted to use his psychic powers to beat this ignorant primarch violently.

The Emperor often did things without thinking. He sometimes even imitated the Primarch’s own style of dealing with the Primarch, so that his attitude towards each Primarch was different.

He often used his power to forcibly suppress the Primarch, as he did now.

“Who in the family understands, the emperor below!”

Ferus chanted the spell, and also erupted with terrifying spiritual energy, playing a duel with the Emperor.

The Comorian version of the Lingxiao Palace, transformed with the power of Nusgreen, immediately trembled.

The Emperor finally held back, otherwise Ferus wouldn’t have been able to hold on for so long. After all, the only thing this old guy was good at was psychic powers.

The two psychic storms, which could not be observed with the naked eye and could only be detected with the soul, continued to interact for nearly a minute.

Ferus was the first to be unable to hold on.

He was already on the left and at a disadvantage. What’s more, his transformation time was only four minutes.

The Emperor looked like he could hold on for a little longer, but he couldn’t!

After falling backwards and causing cracks in his power armor, Ferus used the power of resurrection to recover from his injuries while running wildly.

He wants to bet on one thing – that old man Huang is not good at close combat!

Malcador, who was not very strong in this version, also burst out with psychic energy when Ferus rushed over.

With such assistance, the Emperor stepped forward and knocked Ferrus down.

“False emperor! It’s time for your tyranny to end!”

Ferus was very frustrated by Malcador’s control skills.

But in close combat with the Emperor, he still did not forget to speak harshly.

At the end of the performance, the Emperor pretended to be defeated and was pushed away by Ferus.

Malcador shouted lazily.

“Hurry and invite Patriarch Bean Sprout!”

Ferus is a bit upright, but not really stupid. He has discovered that everything he is experiencing now seems to be wrong.

To be honest, when he fisted with the Emperor, he clearly felt the subspace connection between the original body and the Emperor.

This version has been strengthened time and time again, and now the Laughing God Xilaile, which is now ready for T1, has finally arrived.

To be honest, Bean Sprout Gao was not willing to interfere with the emperor’s family affairs.

The relationship between the Eldar gods is messy enough. Just one look at the Laughing God gives you a headache.

But comparing the Primarchs of the Empire and the Emperor, well, well, it turns out that our Eldar race is so pure!

Ferus asked after taking a deep breath before fully entering the game.

“I want to see Him!”

This request was understood by everyone present.

In Ferrus’s version of The Truman World, the original body has understood something, and he wants to meet the chief director.

Grandmaster Bodhi, surrounded by the crew members, walked in from where Ferus broke into the Lingxiao Palace.

Rasta changed a little with every step he took.

When He came to Ferus, the Primarch could only look up at the tall, pale and terrifying thing.

Raste’s godly form is no longer what it once was.

Many parts of His body were glowing like pieces of carbon that were about to burn out, that kind of dark red light that was about to burn out.

“Ferrus, I have sealed your memory and destiny. I need you to sleep for five hundred years so that you can escape death.”

Rasta stretched out his hand, through the power armor, and touched the original body that he had been tossing for forty-eight years.

Ferus did not have the resistance and anger Rasta imagined.

The future Ferus seemed to be looking across time and space through this moment.

“godfather……”

This title should not appear here.

“Go to sleep and wake up again in five hundred years as a human god.”

Raste sent Ferus back to the Flower and Fruit Mountain of Medusa with his backhand, and pinned him under the Flower and Fruit Mountain with his backhand.

“The God of Mankind, Ferus, angrily attacked the Emperor for the revolution of the entire empire, but was ruthlessly suppressed. This history has been fabricated. Thank you for your hard work.”

To change the current situation of the empire, Rasta could only start with myth, and he would make up this myth himself.

The cruelty of the empire has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Only in this way can ordinary people who have been deeply enslaved and those planetary governors who consider themselves noble become normal.

What if someone says no?

In the eyes of the evil god, there is actually no difference between the ordinary people under the hive city and the governor at the top of the hive city. They are both mortals and ants.

“How many more Primarchs are there?”

The Emperor asked Raste.

He actually still cares about his sons.

“Not much left.”

Rasta took his disciples on a business trip, and each incarnation followed at least one disciple to contact a primarch.

Omega has been found and is now being poisoned by the incarnation of light desire.

This poor twin primarch was deceived into joining forces with Leon, the Wolf King, and Krax to destroy the Randan alien empire.

Rasta also deleted their memories, made up a false main god’s space, called them reincarnations, and gave them the task of destroying Randan’s aliens.

Four Primarchs who thought they were reincarnations formed a noisy squad.

“this is for you.”

Rasta handed the Primarch’s map to the Emperor.

Realizing that Light Desire’s journey of salvation was about to enter the next stage, the Emperor took over the map and felt a little heavy.

Because of the reason why Osiris returned to Gutera.

The Emperor knew about the existence of Light Desire very early on, and he regarded the other party as a fellow traveler.

And now, this fellow traveler is about to leave.

Even he himself is leaving.

“Next…”

“I will go to Guilliman. Angron will spend a complete childhood there. I will make Angron recognize Guilliman’s adoptive parents as his godfather and godmother.”

In fact, Rasta did not know how to take care of children, so he decided to let Angron spend a childhood similar to Guilliman’s.