The Emperor was speechless.
Indeed, the water in that place was not clean. Even when it turned ice and snow into water, it had some impurities. This made Makado, who had to bathe and wash his hair every day, scream hysterically.
“You always care about us…why do you always care about this?”
The Emperor was very dissatisfied with the evil Lord’s gossipy heart.
“Then I won’t ask.”
Rasta sat on the single sofa carried by the imperial army and looked at the blood river together.
“How was your talk with the Eldar?”
“It’s okay, but Slaanesh keeps trying to eavesdrop, and I can’t bear it anymore…”
Raste became angry when he thought of this. Salish actually wanted to eavesdrop on his hobbies and use this to seduce him later.
“What did you do when you couldn’t bear it anymore?”
“Give him the yin and yang to put in the two cylinders, and it will turn into pus in a matter of seconds!”
Rasta casually threw the scrapped world-destroying weapon into the Emperor’s hands.
“Wait a minute, what are you talking about? Can you let him come and eavesdrop without fear of death?”
“If you keep asking, I should talk to Macado about your browser search history.”
Rasta turned over as he spoke, and his whole body curled up on the huge single sofa like a cat – this was based on his body shape when he turned into a pale and terrifying thing.
“Now most of the human world has your influence. The Astartes Legion has almost become your private army. You don’t even need to go through the empire to issue an extermination order. The auxiliary troops all worship you…”
The emperor suddenly brought up the topic of “You have tens of billions of troops, and I don’t feel at ease.”
“Your Majesty! This is a misunderstanding. This quartermaster has always performed his duties faithfully and served as the emperor’s glory. The most I can do is mobilize them to do some insignificant things. If you say this again, what should I do?”
Raste opened his mouth and came, quite like the emperor taking turns to come to my house today.
The Emperor was not angry but happy, and he couldn’t hold back his smile.
“Okay, okay, I will give in to you today…”
He has not wanted to sit in this position for who knows how long, but he has not found a suitable person to replace him. If Sanguinius has no genetic defects and awakens the essence of the warp and is absolutely loyal, the Emperor will 100% let this most powerful primarch Come take over.
What lord of mankind? If it goes on like this, I will really go crazy.
“Stop! Shameless old thief! I’m just talking, sit down!”
Rasta didn’t care about the empire’s mess. He only did what he could and liked to do.
The Emperor was suddenly disappointed: “I ask this question because I want to know, have you found your favorite original body?”
“How did you know?”
“It’s not that I can’t see the small movements of the war dog. This is obviously your instruction. As for why I know, it’s because I feel like there is a dangerous word on my head.”
The Emperor’s premonition of death was very strong, and he found several times that Rasta seemed to want to come and kill him for the sake of the primarch.
This conversation suddenly made the atmosphere at the scene extremely tense.
Although the tone of the Lord of Mankind and the God of Mankind sounded relaxed, the Imperial Guards and other high-level imperial units behind them were all horrified, and some even dared not wipe the sweat from their foreheads.
“Stop talking about me. You, Gutera, saw the stupid things you did and wanted to come over and kill you.”
Raste lamented that time is impermanent and people will change.
The Emperor lowered his head, remembering the past, when he was hot-blooded, irresponsible and childish in various ways, and he hated people like the Emperor.
He quickly got down to business: “I wanted to ask, since you have penetrated so much, when are you going to officially become the God of Mankind? Your actions have been getting faster and faster recently.”
Yes, Rasta is an alien god, and has never officially been called a god in this universe.
Twenty-six years of self-deception ended and another deception began, albeit a more temporary one.
The desire of light is not to have any material shadow, even nothingness does not exist. The Lord of Lights is just the beginning of another deception of light desire on itself.
He has not truly ascended to God, and the pod space and the Pale Throne are not the manifestations of His ascension ceremony.
The King of Creation is!
“I’m waiting for the bond. Only by gathering the bond can we have the greatest strength!”
He suffered from the second disease of light lust and talked nonsense.
“The power of bonds…”
The emperor looked strange. He had not heard this word for too long.
He didn’t believe what Rasta was going to say. Realizing that this was another trap, he was ready not to answer.
Whoever loves to be raped and is immoral will go, he will never want it!
Constantine understood the Emperor’s intentions very well. As a roundworm in the Emperor’s stomach, he was an all-rounder who could make up for any shortcomings of the universal glue during the Great Crusade. He bit the bullet and stepped into the Emperor’s trap.
“The bond you are talking about is…”
Rasta first confirmed that Constantine was single, and then he began to restrain himself.
“If you stretch out your left hand, how do you feel about the strength of your left hand?”
“Not too…strong.” Constantine was confused.
“What about extending your right hand?”
Rasta’s expression was very serious, and the evil spirit filter had begun to infect the emotions of the people around him.
“I’m used to it, but it’s not my full strength.”
“Then what about the strength of your two hands when they work together?”
“I understand. What you mean is that everyone comes together and works hard for one thing. This is the bond!”
Constantine felt ashamed in his heart, but on the surface he spoke righteously and cooperated with the childish evil god’s impassioned speech. He felt that his acting skills were good, and based on this calculation, he should have been tricked.
Even the Emperor felt this way: “Okay, I understand what you mean. You mean that you are going to use your plan to allow all the Primarchs and Astartes to escape half the fate of the rebellion and change the future… “
Rasta had a weird look on his face, like what are you thinking about.
“What are you talking about? What I mean is, let Constantine not underestimate the bonds of his harem!”
Constantine…
Left hand…
Right hand…
Harem…
Left and right hand coordination…
The bonds of the harem…
“…If you’re okay…you can go.”
The emperor ignored the heavy wheel marks on his face and refrained from saying “You can get out”.
Others also have some objections to this evil god’s violent theory.
“I described it very aptly!”
“”appropriate”?!”
“Let’s go! I’m willing to come. I have a very busy schedule and I have to take care of the children.”
Rasta was going to take Angron to see the scene of Bean Sprout Cake’s attack on Commorragh, and at the same time let the original body practice.
The all-out war between Ark Bean Sprout and Black Bean Sprout can be said to be a major event in the galaxy, but for Rasta, it is just a small event to collect garbage.
“Wait, can you let me see him?”
The Emperor’s humanity has become much richer than in the original timeline. His so-called fatherly love has increased countless times, but unfortunately, it is still less.
This time, Rasta, who walked into the Ashes Gate, rejected him in an extremely cold tone.
“cannot!”
