Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light.

Chapter 5 I want light and lust
  It has been ten years since Ankarin fell to the hands of demons.

This agricultural planet that once supported more than a dozen worlds around it and even provided food for the expeditionary force became a battlefield.

The war between the empire and demons and aliens can sometimes last for hundreds of years on a planet, and it only lasts for a mere ten years. It is not unusual.

For a long time in the past, the first generation of Emperor Angels, the Thunder Warriors, fought in various worlds.

Until the birth of new angels like Space Marines who are more stable than Thunder Warriors.

The Thunder Warriors already had many uncontrollable flaws, and when substitutes appeared, they felt extremely uneasy.

This has happened too many times in the empire.

So a large part of them rebelled.

These demigods, who had secured so much territory for the empire and were at least 2.3 meters tall, eventually died under the suppression of the Emperor and his Custodes.

Only a small number of those who did not join the rebellion felt so miserable that they could not escape from the world.

In order to escape this fact, some choose to join the most cruel battlefield. Hein was disheartened by the Emperor because all his brothers in the legion were wiped out in the rebellion.

Guang Yu stood up at that time. He gave up on himself and fell into the arms of this evil god, rushing towards the most terrifying battlefield at that time, which was the predecessor of Li Ting.

Now, he was like a child, his face was covered with cream, his fists were hard to beat with four hands, and he was pinned down on a chair by three disciples and continued to bake cakes.

Even if this Thunder Warrior celebrates his birthday, he still has the old style.

Land in a large group of enemies through the drop pod, and then attack multiple targets at the same time.

But obviously, after turning into a child, it is unwise to attack three targets at the same time in the cream cake battle.

The legions and mortals stationed on Ankarin saw this scene through a painting.

This is a painting that is so wonderful that it seems like it should not exist in this reality.

The painter came here in the evening of Ankarin, and now it is night.

The reason why Legion can trust the painter without hesitation is because the painter is a material provider.

This painter is handsome and elegant, and there is a temperament in his conversation that makes people want to get close to him.

"Mr. Nussgreen, your appearance is very different from the material provider we know."

Although these Space Marines were not hostile to Nusgreen's arrival at first, they were resistant to it. Although they had not come into contact with material providers, they had heard many rumors from other brothers who had come into contact with material providers participating in the war.

They trust material providers, and they are willing to hand over their backs to material providers, but they do not want material providers to go to the front line with them.

This contagious psychological storm even shocked the top brass of the empire.

Since twenty-seven years ago, the material providers who have devoted themselves to various battlefields have gradually become a psychological symbol of the Space Marines, and they are full of respect for these emperors' glory.

Nusgren was as tall as these Space Marines.

The Space Marines, also known as the Brotherhood Astartes, were the war machines created by the Emperor to replace the first generation of angels, the Thunder Warriors.

Their height is inferior to that of the Thunder Warriors, but their genetic status is more stable. Most of them are over 1.9 meters tall, and under normal circumstances they will not exceed 2.2 meters.

There are also rare cases where exceptional mutations occur when special glands are implanted and the blood of the original gene is received, so the height rarely reaches the level of a Thunder Warrior.

"That's my father."

Without any extra words, the two-meter-two-meter Nusgreen just looked directly at the Space Marine squad leader who took off his helmet.

"..."

Nusgreen's words gathered the attention of all Astartes present.

Yes, twenty-six years have passed, and the appearance of the material provider has never changed. He should have a child, but...

"Is the father you are talking about the same relationship we have with the Primarch?"

There was an Astartes whose arm had just been restored by Nusgreen, and he held it high with his reborn hand.

All the power of the Astartes comes from the Primarch.

These twenty-one Primarchs were the Emperor's Children, but they were lost in the galaxy after a warp storm and have not yet been recovered.

The Emperor created the Astartes gene-seed based on the Primarch, and these gene-seeds created all Astartes.

The Astartes are extremely similar to their Primarchs in some places.

"of course."

Nusgreen had already seen an Astartes almost coming over to tie him up.

They did not want this material provider to become someone like his father who could not leave the battlefield.

Although they didn't understand how the material provider participated in the war in various legions at the same time, these warriors from the Salamanders were so moved by the sacrifices made by their not-so-tall bodies that even they themselves were not aware of it.

In order to prevent the material provider's son from sacrificing for them, they planned to tie Nusgreen.

Nusgreen turned back to stop the tiptoeing Astartes: "You are fighting for your original body and the Emperor, and I am also fighting for my father. You should be able to understand my feelings."

The Astartes wearing green power armor spread their hands: "Okay, Mr. Nusgreen, you are right."

As Nusgreen said, he reached directly into the painting, snatched the cake from Hain's hand that was intended to be used to counter Sister Silence, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

The expression of Hain in the painting became aggrieved and angry because of this, and his weapon was gone!
  The Salamanders were already used to this miraculous performance.

The other party can even take a look at the wounded person, take out the drawing paper and draw organs that completely match the other party's body structure, and then quickly connect them to the other party.

The mortal servants of the Salamanders are treated the best among all the legions.

The same was true for the Astra Militarum who accompanied the army into the war.

The Astra Militarum and the Space Marines are both the main armies of the Imperium. The difference is that the Astra Militarum is composed entirely of trained mortals, while the Space Marines are demigods who have received the blood of the Primarch.

The beleaguered Legion consisted of forty-seven Salamander Astartes and thousands more Astra Militarum.

Their reinforcements are currently fighting in Ankarin's space against the alien warships that are collaborating with the demons. The battle is so fierce that they can no longer concentrate on taking care of them on the ground.

The firepower of the space battle made the ground demons much more vulnerable to their attacks.

"Ankarin is too close to the front line, so the demon offensive is very fierce. Our legion was shocked when we got the star map. Several surrounding sub-sectors are under threat from heretics. In addition to the hive world called Liting, there are also It’s considered peaceful, no, there isn’t even any riot in Li Ting.”

The Captain Astartes did not glance at Nusgreen's cake.

Restraining one's own desires is one of their practices. Not indulging in desires is the best loyalty to the Emperor and the longest-lasting counterattack against heretics and demons.

"The Daemons' attack on Ankarin is to cause more pain and lose a large amount of food supplies. Many places in the sub-sector will become a little nervous. They are eager and looking forward to seeing the Emperor's armies break out due to differential treatment. Internal conflict.

However, the empire has a plan in advance. It has stockpiled food for twelve years in advance, recaptures Ankarin within two years, and ensures that the soil above is not contaminated, so we can win. "

An Astartes without a helmet and a halo behind his head was confident that victory was in sight.

The sniper-type bolter in his hand means that he is a ruthless member of the Salamander reconnaissance team. However, the reconnaissance team was attacked from both sides, and he was the only one who survived without a helmet.

Now these forty people finally managed to reach him, and then continued to struggle.

After Nuss Green arrived, their supplies were guaranteed, the number of wounded was greatly reduced, and their morale was even boosted.

"You really don't want to eat some?" Nusgreen broke off a small piece of cake and handed it to the team leader.

After the team leader took it, he transferred it to the mouth of the female Astra Militarum soldier next to her. The other party had just taken back the intestines and injected analgesics. Now she was preparing for the battle with due diligence, and her nerves were extremely tense.

Nusgreen laughed when he saw this scene, and then his face turned serious.

The change in his expression was caught by the Astartes.

"Ready to fight!"

The squad leader shouted loudly, reminding the surrounding Astra Militarum that their eyesight was incomparable to that of the Astartes.

"For the Emperor!"

The survivors of the reconnaissance team with a halo above their heads rushed to the front of all the soldiers with large snipers.

Machine Soul Dayue's sniper-type bolter was buzzing, and then it erupted into flames that illuminated the front.

The prostrate demons have quietly moved nearby, their ugly faces disgusting.

They are definitely not the demons of Khorne. If the demons of Khorne dare to carry out large-scale collective sneak attacks, they are simply denying the value of their own existence.

Next to Nusgreen, the Astra Militarum who had just eaten the cake obeyed the orders of the Emperor's Angel and guarded this material provider.

"Help me hold the drawing board steady."

The demon of lust spoke softly, and when he turned his head, the female Astra Militarum soldier, who was not even as tall as his shoulders, blushed a little because of the necessary close contact.

Nusgreen began to paint. He painted the bravery of the Astartes and the fear of the demons on the paper. Finally, in the sky part of the painting, he painted the colors of the alien battleships gradually clearer. The trend across the battlefield was to follow Nussgreen's painting.

The power of this subspace attracted a figure behind the cannon fodder demon.

It has two gender characteristics, but its appearance is extremely ugly and has no beauty at all. There are a large number of twisted little hands on its back, and the small hands have messy eyes. The most disturbing thing is that these eyes are quite charming.

"Helping humanity..."

Its voice was a mixture of male and female, and it sounded indescribably weird.

"However, it is perfect and meets the requirements of the great Prince of Joy."

As the Archdemon, the god of art and beauty, it is very clear how much Slaanesh desires and is satisfied with a being like Nusgren who is quite outstanding in painting and appearance.

Because of its gaze, Slaanesh's eyes cast from the warp and saw Nusgren.

The Chaos Evil God let out a cry of surprise, and then observed the painter.

There is a saying that he doesn't care at all about his demon being consumed.

There are too many such Slaanesh demons in the subspace, just because they are difficult to throw into the real universe, and even if they die, they can be resurrected in the subspace.

Slaanesh was satisfied with the Son of Lust, so satisfied that he had already thought of deceiving Nusgren.

Nusgreen could not detect this gaze yet, but the power of light desire suddenly became much stronger around him, and the night was about to be lit up.

Nussgreen began to destroy his painting with white paint.

As he sketched the painting, a ray of light was inspired from him and swept across the entire battlefield.

Where the light passed, Astartes felt that he had entered a very excited state.

The demons, on the other hand, melted miserably in the light.

Nusgreen began to pant. Even if he was a big demon, sketching out such attacks one after another would make him feel tired.

The female Astra Militarum soldier next to him involuntarily approached him, trying to support him.

The Astartes fought hard to kill the remaining daemons, and finally discovered the Great Daemon of Slaanesh hiding behind the daemonic tide.

An unknown great demon was completely unable to bring any fear to the Astartes.

"Hmph." The big devil chuckled and took a heavy sniper shot, accepting the defeat.

He was then chopped apart by a swarm of Salamanders with chainswords, and bolters finally purged the filth.

When everything calmed down and the Astra Militarum were happy, the Salamander Squadron Captain and the Scout Sniper frowned.

They have rich combat experience.

The enemy is outnumbered, but victory is so easy, which is a bit too abnormal.

Their worries were the first to fall to the rear.

The biggest contributor to this battle is the descendant of the [legendary material provider].

The painter was sweating profusely and a little exhausted.

He almost single-handedly eliminated more than 80% of the demons, and suppressed the unknown demon of Slaanesh with his pen.

This was so overwhelming that he felt dizzy.

After all, this was his first time participating in a war and he had little experience.

At this time, the figure that he was very familiar with appeared on the painting in front of Nusgreen.

"Rasta" stood in the painting, showing uncontrollable admiration for him.

He stretched out his hand to Nusgreen: "You have lived up to my expectations, my child."

Nusgreen was encouraged and opened his eyes wide. He thought he had left home, but he didn't expect that his father's gaze was still beside him.

"Raste" changed the subject and said: "After embracing my own power, I have become more perfect and I have undergone some changes. My child, do you want to try to change with me?"

Nusgreen was originally ready to kneel down and reach out to catch the hand of lust, but he held back now.

"What changed?"

"I will never do anything wrong. Everything I did in the past was correct. I will lead you to glory with absolute perfection.

I will not be so fragile, I am stronger than you imagine, I am the father you expect, the extremely strong, majestic and perfect father you expect..."

The whispers and temptations of Slaanesh struck at the heart of Nusgren's most beautiful mental image of Raste.

Nusgreen finally recognized what was in front of him.

"You? How can you be compared with my father! You are a merciless beast!"

Nusgren smashed his tainted painting with a punch, tearing Slaanesh disguised as Rastra into pieces.

Slaanesh cannot directly come to the real universe. This is his psychological suggestion and projection. Nusgreen's devout belief in light desire allows him to easily destroy these after recognizing the other party's identity.

The Salamanders finally realized that the material provider had encountered a special attack that they had not expected.

Nusgreen collapsed on the ground, and the female Astra Militarum soldier next to him quickly stepped forward to help him.

This frightened Nusgren, who feared that this closeness was yet another trick of Slaanesh.

He wanted to push the Astra Militarum female soldier away, but he killed this idea when he did it, because the shadow on the Astra Militarum female soldier was evaporated.

The other party did almost become a pawn of Slaanesh, used to corrupt him, but when she ate the cake, lustful eyes fell on her.

Now, He banishes the influence from the women of the Astra Militarum.

"Mr. Nussgreen!"

Captain Salamander came over and saw the painting and the artist who was sweating like rain.

"It's okay, my father saved me."

Nussgreen was like a little kid showing off how great his father was.

He said: "The filthy beast disguises itself as my father and wants to seduce him into perdition. He claims to be perfect and calls my father's mercy a flaw!
  It says my father's guilt over his fault is a shame, it says it doesn't...

Stupid worm, it has no idea why I admire my father.

How could I give my faith to a beast that thinks it's natural to hurt others and divert my own pain! "

Nusgreen's elegant fanaticism soon ended, and the eyes of the surrounding Astartes became a little tangled.

The novice Arch Mornus Green finally realized his gaffe.

He began to apologize: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this to you."

His behavior was a bit like preaching among people, which his father did not do.

The Empire does not allow the worship of gods outside of the Mechanicum, and Nusgreen went a bit too far.

"It's not your fault. You just encountered heresy that we can't imagine..."

Captain Astartes' brain is not in vain, he is a little afraid of the next development.

Although the time they got together was short, this rare and warm moment was engraved in the memories of these Sons of the Fire Dragon wearing green power armor, and was also remembered by the Astra Militarum.

Nussgreen said goodbye anyway.

"No, I cannot tolerate you taking any risks. Even if you forgive me, you will still encounter suspicion.

I shouldn't say this. Goodbye, everyone. The war here should be over soon. It's time for me to rush to the next battlefield. "

Already reaching a critical moment in the ten-year campaign, Nusgren tipped the scales, hastening victory, and now, nothing could stop the Imperium from reclaiming the agricultural planet.

The female Astra Militarum soldier couldn't help but ask because of Slaanesh's hint and her natural affection for Nusgren.

"Will we... meet again?"

Nusgreen glanced at this mortal. His lifespan was too short. He did not dare to give him any expectations. It was a sin to let others down.

He touched this mortal's head and said nothing. Behind him, a piece of drawing paper flew out. He turned around and stepped into the painting, leaving this world.

Once again, his belongings lined up in an orderly manner and flew into the painting behind him.

After the painter left, the Astartes came to the painting, bowed their heads and remained silent.

Just then, the pattern on the painting changed and turned into a huge cake...

(End of this chapter)