Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light - Chapter 305 Normal Development

Human beings are born to fear darkness.

As a mortal who needs to see the world through photoreceptor cells, the most direct way to perceive the outside world is vision.

Because whether compared to wild animals in nature or aliens on cruel planets, mortal senses of smell and hearing are often incomparable.

Through years of genetic modification, humans have lost most of their functions during the Golden Age and Dark Age, and have continued to differentiate into various sub-races.

So even a familiar place can become mysterious and scary in the dark.

When Angron used his power to drive away the darkness and illuminate the sky, the sense of mystery came to him.

The farmer and his family were just dull. As the primarch, Guilliman was even more shocked than the three mortals.

As the 40th Millennium Regent among the Primarchs who could not be said to have considerable combat power, Guilliman could not understand how Angron could do this as a child.

This was Angron’s highlight moment.

Until he got a blow on the back of his head.

“Damn it, the water is boiling and the beans are being poured out!”

“oh oh!”

Angron quickly poured the beans with pods into the pot.

In fact, one of the reasons why farmers are concerned about crop theft is that the beans are still in the early stages of ripening and have not fully matured to harden.

Because after the land is planted with staple food, certain elements will be lacking in the ground, so a season of beans will be added, and these beans can synthesize those elements.

This kind of beans is not a miscellaneous grain but a must-have because it contains a little salt.

Most poor people who cannot afford salt use the beans to ferment some salty sauces.

It is considered a niche crop of Macragge.

Considering that this year’s harvest was good enough, the farmers allowed the beans to be stolen.

Because God’s harvest blessings are even reflected in minerals, and salt is also a mineral.

The farmer was restless. As someone who grew up on a farm and had cooked these beans, he wanted to tell the three men what they were doing wrong, but he chose to keep quiet.

Rasta took out the leaves of Shun Shun when he escaped and used them as bowls to distribute one to each of them.

Next comes the part of dividing the beans.

“One spoon for you, one spoon for me, one spoon for him, one spoon for me, one spoon for her, one spoon for me…”

Rasta’s justice made the two primarchs and three mortals stand in awe and pay attention to him.

Angron couldn’t stand it anymore: “Are you a little too much?”

A little bit? The five of us put together don’t have as much as Him! His hands didn’t shake when he served it to himself, and when he served it to us, it was as if he had at least three years of working experience at the civilian window in the college cafeteria!

The future member of Guilliman’s Honor Guard originally thought that boiled beans were not delicious, but now, for some reason, he felt that the beans seemed very fragrant and worth grabbing.

The son of an administrator and a family of farmers, in this unprecedented harvest year, there are many more delicious things than beans.

But in the middle of the night, I went to the river to cook beans and eat them. The person who was responsible for dividing the dishes was not willing to give more, so I had to fight to eat them, so…

Do you think these beans are delicious?

Then it was Pacman time and no one said anything.

Among the persistent Pac-Man, Guilliman is the more alternative one.

The beans are still tender and can be eaten even in the pod – provided the tough tendons in the pod seams are removed.

But no one blamed Guilliman.

He ate food other than palace seasonings – an experience he should have experienced only after he started contacting the army after he was ten years old.

The sweetness and salty taste inside the beans complement each other perfectly, and the fresh taste is not cloying at all.

He was the fastest to finish, and then he froze.

Not to mention the farmer’s family, Angron also eats the pods, and even the wicked teacher.

Guilliman was not as sinister as later generations, and his actions that were different from others made him a little restless.

“Reminds me of someone who ate ginseng fruit in one bite.”

Rasta evaluated Guilliman and gave another portion of the beans he had occupied to Guilliman.

Guilliman learned the lesson this time and ate the pods with them.

how to say? The flavor is pretty good.

His mood became cheerful again, but then fell again.

Because it’s time for lust to shine again.

“Now let’s peel it open and eat it.”

Ralast redistributed what he had usurped to everyone except Guilliman.

The King of Rescue, who had been deliberately excluded twice by Wu Wujia, was stunned on the spot.

Guilliman began to think.

Until Angron persuaded him.

“We are here to eat, not to think about things.”

The Pac-Man finished a pot of beans and felt a little unsatisfied.

Gene’s father and biological father were both here, and the boy who was supposed to inherit the small farm but was about to join the extreme farm made a suggestion.

“How about… I go pick some more?”

Others also had this intention, but were stopped by Rasta.

“No, no need, just order as much as you want, eating too much will make it unpalatable.

Okay, it’s time for us to go home.

By the way, you can harvest more beans and send them to his house before next week. I can use them. “

Rasta took out the crest of the Guilliman family and threw it to the farmer.

Then, He opened the door of ashes and walked in as if there was no one else around.

Guilliman, who originally thought it was immoral to stay up late at night and steal things, suddenly felt that it was too early to go back.

“Can they come before next week?”

“certainly.”

Raste said as he walked out of the Ashes Gate.

Although Macragge is not highly mechanized in order to guard against the terror of the Iron Man Rebellion in the Dark Ages, it does have vehicles that can travel long distances.

This is not far from the administrator’s residence.

Some farmers even have simple flying machines at home, which are not like airships or airplanes. How they fly depends on how the spirit of the machine drives their bodies.

Children’s minds are very active and their thinking is very jumpy.

Guilliman didn’t know what he thought of, and he asked a relatively serious question.

“What is the Emperor… like?”

The couple Connor Guilliman and Thalasa Euton discussed it and told Guilliman his life experience.

The original body was still panic-stricken until he found that life had not changed much. His father still treated him that way, and his mother was even more concerned about his psychological changes.

“You should have read part of Macragge’s history.”

Rasta planned to introduce the emperor’s character from a side perspective.

“Yes.”

“Among the many warlord wars experienced during the unification of Macragge, what were the most tragic ones?”

“Slaughter the city! It’s the massacre!”

“So what did the most cruel tyrant in Macragge’s history do?”

“He completely wiped out a human race from the records of history.”

“These are like playing house in front of the Emperor. Over the past two thousand years, the piles of bones under his throne can form an unknown number of Macragges. Among those bones, there are both aliens, humans, and even creatures outside of reality. thing.

He only needs one order to destroy a planet, and the animals, plants, and intelligent life on that planet, as well as the entire ecosystem, will be completely destroyed soon. “

“…”

This answer made Guilliman silent for a long, long time.

“This responsibility may even be yours in the future, because according to normal development, you will inherit his responsibility, but you do not have his power.”

“What is normal development?”

“The world without me would just develop normally.”

“Then…how does the Emperor compare to you?”

“Oh, the Emperor can’t even play house.”

“?!”