Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

The Emperor's Dream, the Emperor's Throne.

In this room, today there is a chair made of living metal.

The emperor's guest is a piece of ribs wearing Necron Emperor-level armor, so he doesn't look thin.

Trazin was looking around at the Emperor's office, as if considering whether it could be included in his collection.

However, he still did not forget his original intention.

"Give him to me!"

Trazin looked at the Emperor, pointing at the pink Custodes.

"Okay, if you're willing to face Him, that's fine with me."

The Emperor was still frowning at the sheer nonsense of being able to evolve into the Emperor Man after being bitten by him.

If he had known that he would not have watched that show during the Gutera period, he would not have understood what that guy meant in a second.

But the emperor during the ancient Terra period enjoyed life and loved special photography and animation, which is really inexplicable.

"Who is He?"

Trazyn confirmed that the Emperor's word was he, not he or she.

"Tarrazin, I really want to tell you His name, but I'm afraid you'll die on the spot after hearing it."

While the emperor said this, he looked at the pink imperial army.

"This color is proof of His blessing. You may have been targeted by Him now."

Trazin was suddenly a little nervous. To be honest, although he was a special and powerful being among the Necrons, there were still many things in the galaxy that could scare him.

Even a powerful fragment of the Star God can make him scream like a little girl.

The Emperor didn't even give the four main gods of Chaos face, but at this time he told Trazyn to be careful and polite. Trazyn had a lot on his mind.

"Let's continue our deal." The emperor got down to business.

Trazin reluctantly looked away from the pink imperial soldier.

"Well, my esteemed Lord of Mankind, the Eternal One, what do you need?"

"It's not a flesh-and-blood transaction anyway..."

This comment made Trazin feel like she was being racially profiled.

The Emperor slowly took out a purple box from his personal safe.

He placed the purple box on the table, very carefully.

"This is..." Trazin was indeed a discerning collector, and he smelled something extraordinary.

The Emperor is recycling waste, exchanging useless items for the wealth of the Nehrak dynasty.

He said: "More than three Chaos Evil Gods have made great efforts on it. One of them is undoubtedly the most powerful one. All Chaos Lord Gods will strongly agree with my statement."

"Involving four Chaos Gods?" Trazin's eyes widened.

"I repeat, I am not the Lord of Chaos!" The emperor took himself out.

"It doesn't matter, what you think is yours, I'll say what's mine."

Trazin couldn't help but stood up from his seat. He held his scepter and quickly approached the box.

"I advise you not to open it, otherwise I don't care what happens."

The Emperor warned before Trazyn's fingers touched the box.

Trazin's fingers stopped when he was still a finger away from the box. He was using unknown Necron technology to decipher the box.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are right. This is a subspace entity. The quality of the box is very high. It is very in line with the creation standards of the Lord of Chaos, and it is an extraordinary creation.

It has been changed hands many times, leaving behind the aura of chaos with different attributes. If the four main gods of chaos and you have encountered it, I would be willing to call it the Five Gods Mooncake!

In fact, I have a box of five-nut mooncakes in the museum. The taste is very authentic, but it's a pity that I can't eat it. "

Trazin loves collecting galactic history. When he just woke up, he found a box of five-nut mooncakes that had been transferred to an unknown number of hands on a certain planet.

I guess that was the last box of mooncakes, as most of the raw materials were almost gone.

Trazin took out a small square and threw it on the purple box, so that it was completely protected and isolated by a special metal layer.

"You have to at least describe to me what this thing does."

Trazin asked for the instructions, even though they were not clear.

"If this thing is thrown on any battlefield, it will be a well-deserved killer weapon, and... it can make the Lord of Chaos look moved by it!"

The Emperor was very honest about the purpose of the box.

Portraits of Slaanesh can harm any non-worshippers and daemons of Slaanesh.

The handwriting of the Lord of Changes has the same effect but different approaches.

And inside there was toilet paper that Guang Yu put in with his own hands and a little bit of special power.

It can be said that this thing is a subspace nuclear weapon, starting from the world-destroying level.

Throw this thing out, and any life on the entire planet that is not protected by the power of light and desire will die.

The principle is simple.

Aliens, contaminated by the power of the Lord of Change and the Prince of Joy, and then detected by the power of light desire, cannot pass the screening of the light chasers of light desire. In the absence of cognitive shielding, there is nothing but death. There is no other possibility.

The most important thing is that this is not a disposable weapon, it can be reused.

The Emperor can't even use the Extermination Order. It's really useless to hold this thing.

Rasta had reminded him that over-reliance on the power of light desire would likely lead to the consequences of human depravity after an easy victory.

"Good stuff." Trazin praised without hesitation.

He asked the emperor again: "So, what do you want?"

"I need you to complete a blueprint for me, which includes a maintenance system. Your Necron technology can solve this problem for me. I have the Eldar webway concept map here."

The Emperor took out an electronic folding blueprint and placed it in front of Trazin.

Trazin smiled. He didn't expect that this deal could buy one and get one free, and he could get these two good things.

He turned over the drawing and was finally sure that it was a human version of the web channel design, but it was far inferior to the Eldar's.

As for the maintenance system, it is not difficult. Trazin even thinks that the human empire can handle it by itself.

The only flaw of this maintenance system is that it requires a being with powerful enough psychic energy to stay paralyzed and motionless.

"No problem, this is a win-win cooperation. I like your deal, Your Majesty. I can deliver it to you for acceptance within thirty years. You know me and my integrity can be trusted. You don't need to worry that I will stay." Any backdoor."

Trazin was so satisfied with this transaction that he even used the honorific title for the Emperor. He took out a special undead-containing crystal, packed the two items, put them into his dimensional pocket, and said goodbye to the Emperor.

Before leaving, he asked curiously.

"You really don't need this box?"

"certainly."

After the Emperor replied, Trazyn disappeared from the Emperor's eyes.

"Because I have something better."

The emperor opened the drawer just now, and there was a box of about the same size inside.

This is a box of...

Wu Xidisi's photo album, the hand-painted version of the Lord of Darkness!

It's much more powerful than that.