Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light.

Chapter 26 God’s Chosen Tank

Go back to ten minutes ago.

"You mean, I, take this, to appease the machine soul?"

The chainsaw swordsman held a saxophone in one hand and scratched his head with the other.

"In the midst of thousands of troops, people are chatting and laughing, music is playing, and the soul is soothed. How heroic is this?"

Rasta has no psychological burden at all when it comes to tricking people into revealing dark history.

Among the other Smurfs nearby, except Captain Powerhammer, who had a weird look on his face, the others seemed to think nothing was wrong.

The Astra Militarum were still working furiously, especially a freckled soldier with a bulging heart and bulging cheeks.

The group of Astra Militarum ate with their ears pricked up, wanting to hear what the legendary Glory of the Emperor had to say.

Seeing that the Chain Sword Master was still hesitating, the Sixth Evil God gently patted the armor of the Cerberus fire-breathing tank.

"What are you afraid of? I will drive the tank and you will play the saxophone on top. Together we will be invincible!"

"really?"

The Chain Sword Master's eyes lit up.

"really!"

Then the Chainsword Master jumped onto the Cerberus fire-breathing tank. He waited for a long time but didn't see Rasta enter the driving seat of the tank.

He turned around and saw his most trusted material provider taking out a remote control from nowhere.

Wait, remote control?

"Kill them to death!"

Light Desire casually gave a blessing to the Cerberus fire-breathing tank machine soul, and then used the remote control to control this guy, which was bigger than a giant truck pulling ore, and rushed directly out of the gate of the fortress.

Is this the driving you're talking about?

The chain sword master shouted that he had been fooled and played the saxophone.

He couldn't let go at first, until the Cerberus fire-breathing tank killed a circle of aliens outside trying to persuade them to surrender, and in his comfort, it sprayed out a 30-meter long dragon of flames.

At this moment, the Chain Sword Master achieved the ultimate evolution and completed the trinity of sublimation. He felt the life of the saxophone in his hand and the connection with the roaring tank under his feet.

As the flame dragon grew longer and longer, he began to press his crotch, feeling more and more.

When the rate of fire of live ammunition has exceeded the theoretical value, and when the flame dragon has reached 100 meters, he is getting better.

All this has become his instinct.

Today, the Chainsaw Sword Master once again enters the realm of Tank Music Saint.

It was also at this time that those strange particles dispersed because the Chosen of Khorne was expelled.

The other Ultramarines in the rear saw the burning of the two saints of music and sword in the long night of fighting.

Even if the alien terrain-killing bombs fall around him, they will be bounced away by the invisible light.

This is a 100% ricochet technique!
  One thought came to everyone's mind - I can't imagine his happiness!

The Astra Militarum soldiers who were eating pumpkin leaf sprouts and sausage slices with pepper oil were stunned.

Everyone looked at Rasta. The sixth evil god got tired of playing with it and threw the remote control away.

The Power Hammer captain closest to him lit up.

It's my turn to play!

Astartes' reaction speed and observation ability, he already understood how the material provider controlled the Cerberus fire-breathing tank through this thing.

The surrounding Smurfs reacted a beat too slowly, feeling regretful.

However, they persuaded the excited captain.

"Captain, please, it's my turn!"

As an extreme warrior, on the most cruel battlefield, you can live without it, but you can't live without it. Living means hope.

This is what the Sixth Evil God whispered to them two years ago. All in all, it makes sense.

But it is also effective. In this way, they can obtain power from light desire. Its nature is somewhat similar to the "power of my thoughts".

I also ordered an Astra Militarum set meal. The fresh and delicious pumpkin leaf sprouts and pepper sausage slices were quickly destroyed in the Emperor's Glory.

The Astra Militarum knew they couldn't grab the remote control, so they continued to work hard.

The female Astra Militarum soldier with bulging cheeks kept staring at Rasta. She couldn't figure out why this woman was devouring food like a mortal like her who had never eaten good food.

"Look what I'm doing, I'll eat yours!"

Picking a piece of chili pepper sausage with chopsticks from the bowl, Rast started to record the video.

In the future, he will send the legendary classic "Sachs Marine" to the Emperor and Guilliman.

Back to the frontal battlefield.

The Chosen God of Khorne only has eyes for Horus, but now Horus only has eyes for the Two Saints of Music and Sword. Horus's disrespect for him made the Chosen of Khorne very angry. He wanted to look back and see who dared to compete with him for favor.

When he turned around, he was completely stunned.

"?!"

At this time, Rasta threw away the remote control, so the Cerberus fire-breathing tank stopped for a moment.

The Chosen One of Khorne understood immediately!

This is the other party challenging themselves.

Looking at the two Saints of Music and Sword who had killed countless people on their own side and his car, the Chosen of Khorne became more motivated to fight.

He raised his tomahawk and roared, then directly killed the tank knight.

The Hellhound fire-breathing tank of Machine Soul Dayue didn't take this mere alien seriously at all.

It roared, and under the control of Captain Power Hammer, it crushed directly towards the God of Khorne.

This outrageous scene made Horus understand one thing.

He looked around, looking for the owner of the Internet cafe. Except for the emperor's collaborator, no one could do such a thing.

His sight soon stopped at the exit of a fortress, where more than a hundred Ultramarines had already begun to attack behind the Cerberus fire-breathing tank, clearing out the aliens who were lucky enough to survive the unparalleled firepower of the God's Chosen tank.

Later, Guangyu and a group of Astra Militarum walked out of the fortress carrying their rice bowls, showing off their rice while watching the battle.

Following their father's gaze, the network administrators also saw the familiar face with black hair and black eyes.

They have killed the aliens in their hands, and the only ones still fighting on this battlefield are the two chosen gods.

The Chosen Tank of Light and Desire battles against the Chosen Alien of Khorne.

It may be that the Chosen God of Khorne's courage to launch a brave charge on the machine soul carrier blessed by him in front of the Lust of Light impressed Khorne.

The power of this divine choice becomes more and more powerful.

Until the two Saints of Music and Sword finally dropped Saxophone, took out their chainswords, leaped down from above the tank, and slashed down the demon with their chainswords, who they thought was a one-on-one duel.

With the blessing of the "Power of My Thoughts" to revitalize the Lust version, he teamed up with the Chosen Tank to completely kill the Chosen of Khorne, which had turned into a demon.

This is true death, not exile back to the warp, without the possibility of resurrection.

This planet is very big, and this is only a local battlefield. The Luna Wolves originally planned to use gunships to go to other places to destroy the aliens immediately, but when they saw Rasta, they changed their minds.

Cleaning up the battlefield was left to the Astra Militarum. The Luna Wolves, who had failed to taunt the Ultramarines, were not disappointed and followed Horus to Rastra.

"The power you gave me is very powerful!"

Horus knelt down sincerely this time, and he finally began to understand what Loken was thinking.

One by one, the Luna Wolves bowed down together with their father with guilt and gratitude.

When they heard Horus thank Rasta for giving him power, they only felt that they owed him another point.

"Not bad, you have lived up to the power I gave you."

Guang Yu gave a good evaluation and passed the bowl and chopsticks aside.

The two saints of music and swords are in the limelight at the moment, and no one dares to compete with him to take over the work of serving dishes and chopsticks.

After getting up, Horus was eager to seek more wisdom and power from Light Desire.

Rasta started talking nonsense seriously.

"The Emperor and I have formed a two-man legion to fight against beings more terrifying than you can even imagine for the time being."

Horus was very excited. Finally, he was finally qualified to see this level.

"I see that you have some qualifications, and I want to absorb you into our legion as fresh blood. Don't worry, I won't delay you from continuing to lead your heirs in the Luna Wolf."

Raste's face had the seriousness of the village chief of the novice village, and he was about to offend the best criminal in the village.

Horus suppressed his excitement.

he asked, "I feel so honored for this!"

"Very good, but our legion is a bit special. Everyone has a different code name. For example, my name is Unsidixi, and the emperor's name is Igubigu."

"..."

Horus hesitated. This code name sounded a bit childish.

But when he thought about being in the same legion with the Emperor and those who were equal to the Emperor, fighting for a great goal together, he felt that this sacrifice was nothing.

"Then what's my code name?"

"Be smaller!"

"?!"

(End of this chapter)