Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light.

Chapter 133 Pure father-son game
  The giant spine sword was wrapped in a paper scabbard, then quickly shrank and fell into Nusgreen's hands.

He will use this as a pen to paint a vibrant picture of Babar Star.

The very polite son of light came to his father and looked at the sister he had sensed from afar.

"Hello, I am Nusgreen, my father's eldest son."

"Horus, the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion of the Human Empire, the first goddaughter of the Godfather."

The self-introduction of the Wolf Goddess made the painter fall into deep thought.

Wait, are you a Primarch?

It's brainstorming time for the God of Art, who previously seemed...

It seems that what is the best son of Gunara, the God of Darkness, Babar, doing here?

Nusgreen was silent for a moment and began to turn to his father for help. After all, this was an evil thing done by his father.

"Sanguinius was determined to live alone from the beginning. He was very career-minded and had no intention of doing so.

Also, Nusgreen, I have to remind you that there is no chance for me and that archangel to meet in any timeline.

This may involve the future, I made a contract with him. "

What Rasta meant was for Nusgreen to give up fighting for the archangel.

"No, other evil gods have it, and my father must have it too. This is just like the first cup of milk tea in autumn."

Nussgreen felt that abducting angels was a technical job and worth the challenge.

But during this period, Nusgreen's lollipops consumed two tons. If it weren't for Sanguinius being the Primarch, he would have developed diabetes a long time ago.

Put it in Gutera, this archangel can't clear the canteen every day?
  "By the way, father, that Holy Lena..."

"It's up to you. I'm a very open-minded father, but she is still a child. You have to wait for me for at least fourteen years.

Also, there is a girl named Merzulica who is also obsessed with you. Are you a bit sentimental?
  In addition, don’t think that if you become the god of art, you will have to share a lot of responsibilities for me. It will be nothing without you.

You just need to help the people of Babar live in poverty alleviation. Reshaping a planet to make the world prosperous again is also a manifestation of art. "

Rasta didn't have many requirements for his eldest son whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He just wanted to be himself.

Nusgreen also knew that he could not convince his father, so he did not continue to struggle here.

"So, is everyone okay?"

The painter treats the forty-four disciples as family members.

Twenty-six years ago, they risked everything to save themselves. During the past twenty-six years, they took good care of themselves, and they ate cake together.

"Ugh……"

Rasta was quite melancholy.

"what happened?"

This is a common question from the painter, Loken and the Wolf Goddess.

"fine……"

The light wants to speak but stops.

He couldn't say that recently, the female disciples were grabbing little evil gods to use as pillows to sleep on at night.

The dignity of the evil god has really been lost.

After a brief meeting, the father and son separated again.

"You don't need to go back to the Emperor's Dream once?"

Rasta asked.

"No, we should be sailing in subspace now. The distance is quite far this time, and there is enough time."

No one will bother Horus and Loken who are surfing the Internet. The Luna Wolves all know that this is their master who is looking for their Primarch Loken and Captain Horus.

"No, you two don't have Poké Balls. How can you fight without Pokémon?"

Rasta took out a handful of Poké Balls.

"What weird stuff do you have in here?"

Horus didn't dare to answer.

“Inside this one is Trazin’s pink clone.

This one is Xiao Wokan..."       "Wait a minute, what is Xiao Wokan? "

Loken still remembered the terrifying power of the Mother of Fire Dragons.

That was a real ascension to the gods. Let her, the so-called copycat version of the original body, go up. There would be nothing to say, and she would be killed immediately.

Use the Mother of Fire Dragon as a Pokémon to trick Luojia?

"No, no, no, it's not Wokan, it's Xiao Wokan. Does Charmander understand? I remember which version of Yu Sanjia..."

Rasta began to reminisce about the past.

"However, you must really have the intention to fight the fire dragon..."

The Primarch, who fully understood the extent of the Evil God's wickedness, wondered how Rasta could give up his life.

Maybe He has some evil tricks up his sleeve.

Why is Luojia the original body and Wokan also the original body? Why can't Wokan be used against Luojia?
  Isn't a big fire dragon bad? If he dared to accuse me of cheating, I would say it was the evolved form of Charmander!
  If conditions didn't allow for it, the evil evil god could subdue the emperor with the elf ball and throw it to Luojia to give Luojia a little "I am not a god" shock.

"Oh, let's go."

Rasta opened the Ash Door and slipped in with the members of Team Rocket, throwing away their team uniforms as they went in.

Horus and Loken quickly put it on, but after they changed it, they realized that the evil god didn't seem to be wearing any.

"I'm the captain! I can be more independent..."

The evil god just wants to see others die. What's wrong with him?

"Here! Me! Put it on! Get on!"

The realm of time and space, outside Phoenix City.

Another year of ups and downs, Luo Jia has obviously grown a lot.

Along the way, he defeated many powerful Pokémon and noticed something was wrong.

like……

It seemed as if the bizarre encounter he had on the first day he left Weibai Town never happened again.

At the time, he thought this was the daily routine of a Pokémon trainer.

When father and son reunited in the cave a year ago, he plausibly taught Matthew some Pokémon routines.

"Don't go to the river. There are always water ghosts in the river. They call themselves the Ax Gang Pokémon. They will chop you down if they pull you into the water. If I hadn't been hard-headed, father, you would have burned oyster shells for me."

He didn't talk about Luo Jia's grievances, he wanted to talk about what he had learned.

“Also, you must be quick and accurate when throwing Poké Balls, otherwise you will be subdued by a crazy Pokémon and used to fight Kelpies.

These are okay, but the most annoying thing is a ghost-type Pokémon that is pink and looks like a skeleton from top to bottom.

What do you mean, young brave, as long as you defeat me, you can get my people!

What do I need a broken skeleton for? But if you don’t beat that guy, you won’t let me go. If you lose, you’ll marry me. If you win, you’ll marry me. What the hell is this?”

All in all, before meeting his father Matthew, Luojia was extremely aggrieved. According to the script of the evil lord, there are always pitfalls. He even threw up the clone of Trazin that contained the consciousness of other Necrons to mess with Luojia. .

And what should I say after meeting my father Matthew?

Today, the father and son also have to face the Pokémon robbers who are blocking the road.

Luojia, who was proficient in Pokémon language, bargained with the bandits.

But apparently the talks fell apart.

The three Pokémon used to grow various Pokémon tree fruits here. It is a delicious food that can enhance Pokémon's attributes and is also one of the common currencies in the space-time realm.

As a result, every time they were planted and harvested, they would be stolen by passing trainers, so they became angry and turned into bandits. With Garlic Bastard as the leader, they formed the Justice League to fight against the evil trainers.

Although Luojia repeatedly explained that he was not a fruit thief, they did not listen.

"Then there's nothing we can do! Put your dignity as a trainer on the line! Let's duel!"

Luojia took out the elf ball and was ready to throw it.

The three Pokémon on the opposite side were waiting in full formation.

The elf ball was thrown out, and a Matthew came out with a roar from inside!
  "The decision is yours! Come on! My old father!"

(End of this chapter)