Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light - Chapter 302 Macragge

Bean Sprout Cake doesn’t care about the empire’s family affairs.

It doesn’t matter whether Comoros takes it back or not, as long as the Empire wants to take it.

As long as Rasta is there, it doesn’t make much difference whether or not Commorragh is there.

After the Laughing God left, Rasta drove away all the primarchs who realized something was wrong, and sat down to chat with the Emperor and Malcador about what happened next.

“Such a thing has happened once, and that time, I also stole the authority of the four main gods.

But they were used by them, and they tried to fuse my children to become my cherished children, so that they could turn me into the King of Chaos.

I forcibly expelled them in such rage, and slaughtered them endlessly in the chaos.

But this is useless, because it means that I have failed, and my real evil spirit will start to destroy everything.

So, I stopped a lot of things from happening this time.

I’m already very tired. Last time I could wait until Ran Dan’s alien empire fell and more things happened…

But my purpose has never been to tell you the story, but to save those who are worth saving.

This is the power of the Dark Lord of all timelines that I have devoured, and I now give all of this power to you. “

Guang Yu took out the power of the Chaos Lord God that he had obtained before.

“I originally planned to hand over to you the personality of the Lord of Light and Desire that I deceived myself and others. After all, my real power is actually the outer god.

However, I can’t do it. In the moment given to you, I will leave this universe and watch it fall into the bottle of ashes.

Therefore, I will make Malcador a god, which will also help you.

Next, you will join hands and fight hard for ten thousand years in a place beyond matter. “

After Rasta said this, he reached into his chest and took out all the power of the Dark King.

The Emperor took over the future of all his timelines, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Malcador was keenly aware that something was wrong.

“Who are we facing?”

“The one you least want to face.”

Raste’s answer seemed unclear, but it was so clear that the regent and the emperor could only think of the same answer.

He sighed: “I have been dead for so long that I can no longer feel the sunlight, the dark shade of the trees, and the wind.

Everything is dim and pale in front of me, and I don’t know how to teach children…

You still have forty-four years.

Forty-four years later, you will leave, and Sanguinius will return to the Empire tomorrow, and he will become your successor, the Second Emperor…”

The emperor, who had no self-awareness, was a little worried: “What if he doesn’t do as well as me…”

“You want to have a bad face? Don’t you know what you have done to the empire?”

Raste is actually deliberately belittling the emperor here. Being able to maintain an empire for two thousand years, a decadent middle-aged man is already quite good.

But Sanguinius seemed born to be the Emperor, a being that was actually more perfect than the perfect Emperor in the eyes of the Empire.

After taking a dose of Rasta, the Emperor nodded.

“Forty-four years? That’s enough.”

Rasta tried to read minds.

As a result, he found that Lao Deng actually sighed in his heart: This ruined human being actually wants to be the master for forty-four years? I don’t want to do it anymore!

Raste took out another thing that did not belong to this universe.

This thing is the trophy of evil spirits in a certain universe, and it can force people to become gods.

Eternals like Malcador, after using this thing, will 100% achieve the level of Chaos God.

“Just eat it.”

After giving the gift, Rasta dwarfed weakly.

Whether it is the power of the Dark King of each timeline or the things given to Malcador, they are one of his sources of power.

The price He spent in raising this galaxy was too huge, and He emptied himself.

“It’s time for me to go to Macragge. See you in forty-four years.”

After Rasta said these words, the incarnation returned to the superdimensional chamber through the Ashes Gate, took the silent Angron, and headed to Guilliman’s home planet.

The mood of the day was depressing, for everyone.

In the Gate of Ashes, Rasta began to recall that he felt that he did not seem to take care of everyone’s emotions, and he felt a little regretful for this.

Angron noticed all this, but he didn’t know what to say.

He can only pretend to be a child who doesn’t understand anything.

“Angron.”

“Father, I am here.”

“Put this on.”

Rasta took out something that looked a lot like the Butcher’s Nail.

“This is……”

“The psychic amplifier looks a lot like the Butcher’s Nail, but it has no side effects at all. It can be taken off at any time, and it won’t make you bald. It can strengthen your power.

You just need to drape it over your head. “

Rasta is giving Angron as much favoritism as possible, because he gains too little and loses too much.

“What are the Butcher’s Nails?”

“A means of enslaving others that will make you lose your mind.”

Stepping out of the Ashes Gate and looking at the ions swimming in Macragge’s atmosphere, Rasta spoke calmly.

Angron hesitated.

“I do not need this……”

“No, you need to, your current temper is too easy-going and you are easily bullied.

Wearing this thing, you can pretend to be controlled by the Butcher’s Nail. When you want to get angry, you can just give the excuse to the Butcher’s Nail, and then make a big fuss. “

After giving Angron the final protection, Raste stretched out his hand.

He lit up the skies across Macragge, and He blessed the planet.

“I will keep you here for forty-four years, and your Warp essence will hatch into a dragon in Nuthria.”

Ralast was using miracles to attract the attention of Guilliman’s adoptive parents.

Guilliman’s adoptive father is Conor Guilliman, and his mother is Thalasa Euton.

His adoptive father was the Planetary Archon of Macragge, the titular Supreme Leader of the planet.

In this cruel galaxy, kind and kind people like Guilliman’s adoptive parents are too rare.

And it is even more valuable to still maintain this essence after sitting in this position.

Connor Guilliman died due to a coup and rebellion in the original timeline. At that time, Guilliman, who had just killed the Macragge barbarians, received news of the rebellion and rushed to the rescue of his adoptive father. Unfortunately, his rescue failed.

This time, Rasta planned to prevent the primarch from suffering the loss of his father.

The world of Macragge is very strange. The barbarians are still fighting like primitive people, but they still have the knowledge that battleships and spaceships can conquer other planets.

Later, Guilliman was already preparing to board a battleship to build a second empire for Macragge. As a result, the Emperor arrived at that time, took over all Guilliman’s family assets, and praised Guilliman’s son for being so economical. He has a great heart and can provide for his family.

Connor Guilliman’s battleship soon arrived.

Although his subordinates told him that the other party was probably not an ordinary person, the leader of Macragge, who was courageous and powerful enough, still chose to meet this outsider who was suspected of being a god.

“I am Connor Guilliman, Planetary Archon of Macragge, may I ask…”

Rasta stretched out his hand, grabbed Macragge’s star, and held it in his hand. He also blessed Macragge so that the planet could still exist stably even after losing the sun.

“I am God.”

“…”