Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light - Chapter 309 Frostmourne

For the next four minutes, Guilliman’s mind went blank.

He couldn’t understand the machine soul fusion skills of Chainsword Master and Charmander, but he was shocked.

The saxophone accompanied the movement of the Charmander’s tracks, and there was a kind of ghostly beauty.

Before he had an idea that confirmed reality, Rasta gave him a moment of pain and confirmed it for him.

Guilliman looked at the cut finger: “Do you have to see blood to remind me that this is not a dream?”

Rasta doesn’t care.

“This is to let you truly know that the performance of your genetic offspring has completely made your blood boil with joy!”

“Why is my blood boiling?”

The entire primarch of Guilliman was going to be stunned. Although this chain sword master was not as filial as the network administrator Loken, he was still a filial son.

He had no doubt that if something happened to him one day, whether he was lying in the ICU or on the coffin board, this filial son would come and play for him often.

Ralast pointed with his left hand to the spoon he held in his right hand. In the spoon, the blood flowing from Guilliman’s finger that had just been cut open was slowly boiling.

“Isn’t this exciting?”

“?!” Guilliman retreated tactically. He couldn’t understand. He was stupid because of his wickedness.

Ralast continued to cook the blood of Guilliman’s Primarch with a spoon.

“What do you use this for?”

Guilliman didn’t think a little ordinary blood of his was of any use.

In this regard, Rasta said.

“Your biological father and mother…how should I put it, are immortal beings.

Even your stepmother is an immortal…”

“Wait a minute? I have three mothers?”

Guilliman was shocked!

He has never been in contact with Erda and Malcador. The only maternal love he has received so far in his life is from Tarasha.

Needless to say, Tarasha is a galactic model mother.

Therefore, no matter how bad Guilliman is based on Tarasha, he will not feel that his other two mothers are so bad.

As the saying goes, a son inherits his mother’s fortune, and he later inherited his stepmother’s position as regent.

“No, this problem is more complicated. To be precise, you still only have one mother, only Tarasha.

I took your blood so that you wouldn’t lose her later.

Mortal life is short and fragile, but Tarasha’s soul is tough and powerful.

After a while, you should enter the rebellious period, and then you will no longer call her mother, but use some honorifics that are not in line with filial piety. She only feels cute about this.

Guilliman, that is the person who changed your destiny.

Your other brothers and sisters still need me to change you, but you, who should have been as violent as an evil beast, have been educated by her into a primarch who is at least quite qualified as a human being.

I will use the boiled blood to make a piece of god food. After your adoptive parents eat this food, they will become a part of you when you become a god.

Thus, they can have the same life span and indirectly live forever. “

Raste’s correct statement should be that in this way, Guilliman’s parents could be canonized (ascended to a demon) on an equal footing with him.

The gods of the empire are not subspace gods, and they do not need faith to maintain their power. The gods created by the main god of the empire are different from the gods of chaos.

Guilliman’s mood swings were so intense that they affected even his heirs.

Everyone present was quiet.

Even Evrené’s status in Guilliman’s heart was far inferior to that of his lady, Talassa Euton.

If Evrené dared to ask the classic line “Who do you save first when your mother or I fall into the water?” Guilliman would probably angrily accuse Evrené of being a dirty alien on the spot and draw his sword at her.

Guilliman’s greatest restraint in his life was to treat his adoptive mother as a housekeeper in front of others for the sake of the dignity of the original body in the original timeline.

Everything about Guilliman was lost after he woke up from that ten-thousand-year sleep.

Among them is his most important spiritual support-Talasha Yudun.

“Is this enough?”

Guilliman felt shameless.

Like Horus, Fulgrim, and the other Primarchs, Guilliman followed a well-trodden path.

That is being dug into a trap by light desire, thinking that one is being cheated, and finally getting something that one has been searching for in the entire galaxy but can never beg for.

“Of course it’s not enough. Come on, I have a Bagua furnace here. Just jump in and I will make a golden elixir for you.”

There is nothing serious about Rasta.

Today’s vacation ended in the evening, and the Ultramarines began their return journey, returning to their own planets one by one to continue their combat missions.

On the planet where Guilliman stayed, the Ultramarines had already dealt with the enemy and were still recovering, so they left in no hurry.

An uneasy Guilliman exchanged some words with his scions.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back anymore and came to Rasta’s side.

The Sixth Evil God is still cooking the blood of Guilliman.

“Ok?”

Children really don’t have much patience, especially when it comes to things they care about the most.

“This pork belly is medium rare, sprinkle some salt and it’s ready to eat!”

Rastra choked Guilliman.

Blue Whale Pig knows that he can’t push anymore. If he continues to push, it may not affect the current situation, but it will affect his future life.

He didn’t want to be tortured by this teacher until he couldn’t take care of himself.

So he asked about something else.

“Chaos…what is it?”

“There are many maggots in the septic tank, and some of them are particularly crazy. The emperor took out twenty maggots from these maggots and divided them into twenty-one. Among them are you, thirteen maggots.”

Rasta is actually more impatient than Guilliman, and he is more impatient than the Ultramarines, but now he has been here carrying the pot all day and is about to explode.

Knowing his origin, Guilliman was still not sure.

“If chaos contaminates people’s minds, how can we distinguish it?”

“This question is very simple. First, let’s assume a problem.

For example, I say now: I have a notebook here!

The Imperial Mechanical Church of Mars is very interested in Gu Terra’s electronic equipment, but will also angrily complain that there may be electronic demons inside.

People like your red-skinned brothers will ask what is recorded in it, whether it is the notes of a certain scholar.

People with signs of heresy will ask who owns the book. If you meet such a person, you can already load the bolt gun.

When you answered Pony’s notebook, did anyone say Paulie’s notebook? Then he must be a poor chess piece captured by Tzeentch and instilled with false memories of time travellers.

But someone asked excitedly: Is it Magnus’s book?

Then just chop him into pieces. There is no way to cleanse him of this iron-clad heretic.

But if someone asks who dares to draw his book and becomes extremely angry, be careful.

When you meet this man, Guilliman, I suggest you go up and stab him in the side with the Emperor’s Sword!

Because that is an evil god! “

Ralast was once again trying to trick the Primarch into looking for an opportunity to strike a blow at the Emperor.

“The Emperor’s Sword?”

“That’s the emperor’s weapon. It’s very distinctive. It emits fire and glows. Its nickname is Fire’s Joy, which corresponds to the legendary Frostmourne!”