Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light - Chapter 329

c319 The first year of creation (additional update from the leader)

Unlike Khorne who is straightforward and impatient.

Even He Himself is not clear about the plan of the Lord of Changes. He even feels that everything is planned.

During the forty-three years of the empire, the meetings and intrigues of Chaos had never ceased.

But in the end, what was shown to the empire was just the result.

The original body Xin Liezhi waited for was Magnus, the demon prince he should have had.

And not only Magnus, but Luojia also arrived.

The Primarch and his magical brothers, who thought they worshiped Lust the most, watched with vigilance as the Lord of Changes sat at a table with a lonely expression.

After the two primarch legions destroyed all the xenos, what they saw was a powerless projection that Tzeentch had cast into reality through some method.

“Please sit down, I just lost a lovely pet. His name is Carlos, and he is known as the Destiny Weaver. Unfortunately, he was roasted by your godfather and used as a long body for one of your brothers. Supplements.”

When Xin Liezhi said this, he felt a little sad.

“If you fart, let it go!”

Luojia didn’t have a good attitude towards this false god. If this guy hadn’t been here in person, he would have thrown the elf ball to insult Tzeentch.

“Of course…”

Xin Liezhi planned to tell several primarchs some things about light desire that the primarchs did not know.

He is an evil god who will risk his life just for fun.

Just before He spoke, the voice of another evil god tore through the chaos.

“Khorne!!!”

Rasta has returned, and he has completed the handover, trapping the third evil spirit that came in his newly opened timeline, and letting the Emperor of Darkness guard that timeline for ten thousand years to resist and delay The arrival of the third thought.

Although Rasta knew that all this would happen, it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be angry when he saw Chaos actually doing this.

He had already lost control.

Xin Liezhi was so frightened that he lost all thought of competing with Magnus and Luojia. He withdrew the projection on the spot and fled deep into the chaos.

This is true even for the other two Chaos Lords who are attacking other Primarchs.

They have already failed and there is no need to stay and be tormented by the death of all.

So what if they are the oldest collection of emotions in the galaxy? Even if they are magnified by the universe, it is useless. They are facing the thoughts of evil spirits that are several dimensions higher than the universe.

In the bottle of ashes of evil spirits, realms with higher dimensions than the universe were destroyed and dragged to lower dimensions and turned into embers in the bottle.

The Lord God of Chaos could still escape, but the ordinary entities in Chaos, such as the Great Demon, and the secondary gods, were completely burned by the arrival of Lust of Light.

Although the chaos still exists, it is now a relatively clean cesspit with only four maggots in it, and the new negative emotions have not yet been instilled.

The Skull Lord’s frustration has reached its limit.

The intensity of war in the human empire has dropped sharply. The most warlike race in the galaxy is torturing Him by doing this!

And he, the God of Courage and War, actually conspired with other evil gods and even lesser gods to make things worse. This series of encounters that overturned his strength and courage have driven Khorne into a psychosis.

His divinity was almost distorted.

At this moment, facing the returning Rasta, he mustered up all his courage and pointed his sword at the terrifying thing high above.

“Come! Light Desire! Let me see, after nurturing this galaxy with your own flesh and blood for so long! How much more of your power that is ten times mine is left!”

At this moment, those who can see Chaos, in addition to all the primitives, there are also some powerful alien civilizations and civilized empires such as the Eldar.

These races that have been waging war in the galaxy for who knows how many years are not so stupid that they can certainly hear something from Khorne’s words.

But there was no time to think.

Chaos, which had been destroyed by Rasta and Second Thought, was already fragile. At this moment, facing the “battle” between Khorne and Chaos, waves of subspace storms broke out.

The Empire has used the Webway to successfully avoid this risk.

Although the Webway is also in the warp, it became the ark in this chaos because of the initiative of the Emperor and Trazyn.

The Webway is only an insignificant part of the Warp, and the gods of the Eldar and the Primarchs of the Imperium are enough to protect this part.

“Khorne!”

The so-called battle was over as soon as it began.

When the Lord of Skulls raised his hand, Rasta strangled him to the ground.

A pale and terrifying thing, its moth-like feathers have long since passed away. At this moment, it looks more like a ragged person. In addition to its paleness, there are also rusty mottled colors.

Even a being with a long brain could tell that he was in a very bad state.

After spending an unknown amount of effort, he was able to drive away the third thought that was about to come while he was seriously injured. Rasta, who created a timeline to trap the third thought, was already too weak to kill the current Khorne with one punch.

Like a powerless tormentor, he screamed Khorne and smashed his fist down again and again.

Khorne was still able to struggle and resist at first, but in the end, Skarbrand’s all-out efforts could only leave a scratch on his armor, which was shattered, mixed with Khorne’s body, and mashed into paste.

Rasta was still punching him, numb and stubborn.

“Khorne!”

“Khorne!”

“Khorne!”

“Khorne!”

Angry roars echoed in the chaos, trying to invade reality.

The beings who were qualified to see this scene were extremely quiet, but… someone or a god was crying silently.

Finally, the tired Guang Yu looked at the pile of sauce and withdrew his fist.

He completed the final preparations.

He used violent movements to burst the wounds on his body.

Pale light elements began to fall from his body, covering the chaos and reinforcing the place.

Rasta finally ushered in his true path to becoming a god.

Lust is just another deception He has deceived himself, just like His self-deception for twenty-six years.

Only now does He truly become the God of this universe.

The pale and terrifying thing began to move its steps. After the light element covered the entire chaos, it crossed the barrier of reality and came to the end of the galaxy.

A pale road began to form as the divine blood fell, and the pod space on the other side of the galaxy began to sprout, and the pale throne rose above the galaxy.

One step at a time, Light Desire began to traverse the entire galaxy. Every moment, massive amounts of light elements would flood the starry sky.

The rain of creation falls from the river of light, watering every celestial body.

The rain of creation begins to bless every worthy life.

And those beings who were born to be hated by lust for light were melted down one by one during this King of Creation’s ascension to the throne.

Countless lives are disappearing.

But also, the Milky Way began to proliferate under the light element.

One galaxy, two galaxies…

Every time Rasta takes a step, the light element takes a part of the Milky Way as its core and quickly creates a river system that is even larger than the original Milky Way.

The original body, the disciples of the Sons of Light, and those who chased the light, they looked at the existence above the Milky Way in disbelief that had stepped on everything.

His image changed again, becoming more and more terrifying. His whole body turned into some kind of armor, which was made up of ferocious and sharp flake-like spikes stacked on top of each other. His face was also covered in the thick armor.

When He came before the Pale Throne, forty-four galaxies created from the blood of the Quartermasters of the Human Empire had been formed.

He looked at his throne. Even though it was only a millionth of a second or less, he hesitated for a moment, not thinking about whether to ascend the throne, but just recalling the footprints he had left in the galaxy.

Finally, He took steps, climbed the steps, turned around, and sat down.

The terrifying thing on the pale throne put up the armrests and looked straight ahead, standing tall and shining on all the galaxies.

The King of Creation has ascended the throne.