Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light.

Chapter 306 A little surprise

The honest Luang Lu did not intend to use the evil spirit's achievements to intimidate the minor Primarch.

To be honest, the Emperor's cruelty is not on the same level as all death.

One of the more representative horror legends of the Emperor is that he eats two thousand psykers every day.

And evil spirits have no legend.

The evil spirit only has a bottle containing some insignificant ashes.

Guilliman's imagination was obviously not enough.

In his understanding, if a hero slaughters a city, a tyrant destroys an enemy country, and an emperor destroys the world, then his teacher, who is not very moral, can at most destroy stars everywhere.

Yes, he also saw the scene when Rasta was playing with the stars just now.

Connor Guilliman kept reminding him that this is God. In order to make Guilliman realize the power of Rasta, Connor said to his son: "He once held our sun in his hands. Doubt He could extinguish that fragile sphere."

It turns out that the original body also has high blood pressure...

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

He felt that there could be no more than forty-four at most.

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 yours as a weapon in the pillow fight the night before..."

"Well, you are not young anymore. There is something very important that I must tell you!"

"That means going to bed early and getting up early will keep you healthy!"

He sighed and prepared to sleep.

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

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

The Emperor was only Guilliman's allegiance, but Tarasha was Guilliman's eternal beacon.

Tarasha is still in awe of the god Rasta.

This was how Guilliman learned the truth about Macragge's solar eclipse.

"How are you getting along with that teacher of yours?"

The gentle Tarasha is always the wisest person in Guilliman's eyes. He can seek answers to any questions here.

In the dark room, the father of the Smurfs hugged the pillow and stared with two bright eyes, unable to react for a moment.

Even if you don't understand mathematics, you can still understand how massive Macragge's star is.

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

But he noticed something was wrong with the pillow.

Rasta became serious.

"What...what happened?"

Guilliman's heart beat faster. Finally, his mission had arrived.

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

Tarasha thought she couldn't care less about an atom or a molecule.

"He..."

Guilliman felt it was hard to explain.

Tarasha could easily see through Guilliman's mind, but she did not point it out, but took out a lady's riding crop.

"Mother, what is this?"

Guilliman felt himself drawn to the whip.

"Your teacher gave it to me, saying it can help you grow, but I can't do it, my little Robert."

Thalasa handed the whip to Guilliman.

Guilliman took it carefully.

Then, he started twitching on the ground as if he was suffering from the original version of epilepsy.

Tarasha felt distressed on the spot.

"Don't help."

As he walked, Rasta ate breakfast, sausage, lettuce, thick bread, and no sauce.

The attendant next to him was carrying a plate with three other types of breakfast.

"What exactly is this?"

Tarasha was a little worried.

"The backbone of the god is a kind of nourishment for him, but the god of the galaxy itself means a certain cruelty.

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

When it no longer hurts him to touch this thing, he is fully awakened. "

Rasta described the god's spine as the baguette that Tarasha used to attack Connor when she was a girl. The loaf of bread was one and a half meters long and indestructible, and was eventually eaten by Tarasha soaked in cabbage soup.

"But……"

Tarasha was still a little hesitant.

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

He was munching on a god's spine.

Although this thing was turned into the shape of a fried dough stick by Rasta, its weird divinity can still make people think of it as the same thing that caused Guilliman to be tortured.

Thalasha looked at Angron and then at Guilliman.

Her children had always been Macragge's finest.

The smartest and the most powerful.

Now Guilliman can overthrow Connor's most powerful defenders.

She had always been proud of it, but now.

After Guilliman twitched for a long time, the pain finally stopped and he got 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 upper limit of absorption."

Rasta choked him and ate the food in his hand.

He said to Tarasha: "I need you to help me prepare something."

He handed the list to Tarasha.

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

Guilliman looked at the family crest: "They arrived 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!"

(End of this chapter)