Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light - Chapter 306 A little surprise

Honest Light Desire did not intend to use the achievements of the evil spirit to intimidate the underage Primarch.

To be honest, the Emperor’s brutality is completely on a different level than the death of everything.

The most representative of the Emperor’s horror legends is that he eats two thousand psykers every day.

But the evil spirit has no legend.

The evil spirit only has a bottle with some insignificant ashes in it.

Guilliman’s imagination is obviously not enough.

In his cognition, the tyrants slaughtered the city, the tyrants completely exterminated the enemy country, and the Emperor destroyed the world. Then his teacher who did not have much moral factors would at most destroy stars everywhere.

Yes, he also saw the scene when Rasta fiddled with the starlight just now.

Connor Guilliman kept reminding him that this was God. In order to make Guilliman realize the power of Rasta, Connor told his son: “He once held our sun in his hands, and I have no doubt that He can extinguish that fragile sphere.”

This is how Guilliman learned the truth about Macragge’s external solar eclipse.

Macragge was already counting on his fingers and toes how many star systems Rasta had destroyed.

He thought that it was at most forty-four, no more.

Rasta became serious.

“Well, you are not a child anymore, there is something very important that I must tell you!”

“What… what is it?”

Guilliman’s heartbeat quickened, and finally, his mission arrived.

“That is, early to bed and early to rise is good for health!”

Rasta stuffed the pillow into his hand, then turned off the light, closed the door, and left.

In the dark room, the father of the Smurfs hugged the pillow, staring with two bright eyes, and did not react for a while.

He sighed and prepared to go to bed.

But he found that something was wrong with the pillow.

His pillow core was at least half deflated!

After turning on the light, Guilliman found a note in the pillow: “I’m sorry, little Guilliman, I used your pillow as a weapon in the pillow fight the night before…”

It turned out that the Primarch also had high blood pressure…

The next morning, Guilliman woke up and went to pay his respects to his mother first.

Gentle Tarasha is always the wisest person in Guilliman’s eyes. He can seek answers here for any puzzles.

The Emperor is only the object of Guilliman’s loyalty, but Tarasha is Guilliman’s eternal beacon.

“How are you getting along with your teacher?”

Tarasha still has awe for the god Rasta.

Even if you don’t understand mathematics, you can understand how large the mass of the Macragge star is.

In the eyes of a wise man like her, it is easy to figure out one thing.

That is, the gap between them, humans, and each other exceeds the gap between them and atoms.

Tarasha believes that she can’t care about an atom or a molecule.

“He…”

Guilliman just feels that it’s hard to say.

Tarasha can easily see through Guilliman’s mind, and she doesn’t point it out, but takes out a lady’s whip.

“Mother, what is this?”

Guilliman always feels that he is attracted by the whip.

“Your teacher gave it to me, saying that it can help you grow, but I can’t do it, my little Robert.”

Tarasha handed the whip to Guilliman.

Guilliman took it carefully.

Then, he twitched on the ground like he was having a primarch-level epilepsy.

Tarasha felt distressed on the spot.

“Don’t help.”

Rasta walked while eating breakfast, red sausage, milles lettuce and thick bread, without any sauce.

The attendant next to him was holding a plate with three other breakfasts on it.

“What is this?”

Tarasha was a little worried.

“The spine of the god, which is a kind of nourishment for him, but the god of this galaxy itself means a certain cruelty.

When he absorbs this power, the divinity contained in himself will be torn apart, and the growth of the essence will be reflected on the real body, so he will feel pain.

When he no longer feels pain when he touches this thing, he will be completely awakened.”

Rasta described the spine of the god as the baguette that Tarasha used to attack Connor when she was still a girl.

The bread was 1.2 meters long and indestructible. In the end, Tarasha ate it with cabbage soup.

“But…”

Tarasha was still a little hesitant.

At this moment, Angron came over and gave an assist.

He was eating a divine spine in big mouthfuls.

Although this thing was turned into a dough stick by Rasta, the weird divinity still made people think of it as the thing that tortured Guilliman.

Tarasa looked at Angron and then at Guilliman.

Her child has always been the best in Macragge.

The smartest and the most powerful.

Guilliman can now overthrow Connor’s most powerful guard.

She has always been proud of it, but now.

After twitching for a long time, Guilliman finally stopped hurting and climbed up.

He heard what Rasta said just now, and he asked excitedly.

“Am I completely awakened?”

“No, you are just full and have temporarily reached the absorption limit.”

Rasta choked him and ate the food in his hand.

He said to Tarasha: “I need you to help me prepare some things.”

He handed the list to Tarasha.

At this time, someone came to report and presented a family emblem.

Guilliman looked at the family emblem: “They came so quickly?”

Rasta calculated the time: “He came by aircraft, almost the same. He didn’t sleep.”

Guilliman is now a little grown-up, and Connor and Thalasa have already asked him to take care of the family affairs.

This was the cultivation of Guilliman’s management ability. Later, Guilliman’s genetic characteristics and his parents’ education made him very comfortable in commanding Macragge’s army.

After Guilliman left, Thalasa asked, “What are these boxes for?”

“Put boiled monk peas in salt water. By the way, the box can only be made bigger, not smaller.”

Rasta looked at the box, a little worried.

“For whom?”

Tarasha calculated the portions. There were tens of thousands of these boxes.

The current Smurfs have not started to expand their troops on a large scale because Guilliman has not yet returned.

“How should I put it? Let’s say they are your grandchildren. It is a bit inappropriate, but they are indeed the genetic heirs of little Guilliman.”

As if by magic, Rasta pulled out a Smurf photo album and introduced the cans in it to Tarasha.

Tarasha listened attentively.

“I’ll go and supervise it myself.”

Realizing that this was a surprise for Guilliman, Tarasha left, intending to give the Smurfs a better first impression of their genetic father.

The wise woman did not ask Rasta why she was given beans instead of something better.

Rasta sat on the corridor’s fence covered with amber roses and whistled to the maid passing by downstairs.

Angron corrected his father’s unpleasant whistle.

“That’s not how you blow it. Your voice is too low and they can’t hear it.”

“Then show me an example.”

Raste’s trap was already set.

Angron whistled loudly.

The passing maid and a young lady from the Guilliman family raised their heads at the same time.

Rasta made a gesture to introduce the appearance of an important character, and said very honestly that this was not my fault.

The girls who covered their mouths and snickered walked away in a fuss. Each one of them thought that maybe they were blowing on themselves, but they also said that they were blowing on other sisters.

They were cognitively impaired by Rasta, otherwise they would be kneeling on the ground in fear at this moment to say hello.

Even Macragge has a very strict hierarchy. What Rasta represents at this moment is the supreme divine power.

“Have you had enough?”

“I also want you to throw the hydrangea!”