Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 377: No Crash

Obviously, Lucius did not have a high opinion of the security measures of this rogue trader. Although the scale of her flagship and her cruelty were a little beyond his expectations, it was not a big problem.

But he had his reasons for not seeking to use his powers and martial prowess to make a leisurely escape, or to inflict Imperial Angel punishment on the ship and her hostess before departing: he had already gained valuable intelligence from his captors through his newfound abilities, which he was using for the first time since awakening.

For example, his hunch was correct. Since this woman had quickly made her fortune through cold trade, he wouldn't be the first Astartes to be caught by this woman (of course, he would definitely be the first one who could come out like this to accompany her around and extort words from her), right?

The answer is yes, and even now she has what is called "stock" and "in the safe".

The reason why Lucius suddenly began to care about the welfare of these cousins ​​had nothing to do with his own sense of morality. It was all because the female trader Rogue accidentally mentioned that "there is a particularly rare one among them. The Eldar and those pirates want it very much. As a result, he has been stranded until now. If he is brought out of the giant mouth, he might be kidnapped. But he looks very ordinary. I really don’t know why those pointy-eared aliens are so interested in him. It’s a pity that they only caught a single one at that time."

Oh, look, what a familiar description. Lucius was sure that he had heard this description when His Highness Angron sighed.

Since Lucius believes that Fulgrim is not worthy of being his father now, and therefore wants to perform well in front of His Highness Angron, and strive to surpass the name that His Highness always mentions, then as a gift that will obviously make His Highness's frowning brows happy, he cannot miss this opportunity, an opportunity to become His Highness Angron's hero without the interference of Sol Tarvitz!
So before he extracted all the secrets of the whereabouts of the prisoners from this arrogant and self-absorbed woman, he tried to hide all his dissatisfaction and impatience behind the mask and let the Gorda lady indulge in the fantasy he had woven for her.

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Well - this woman is really difficult to deal with.

Surprisingly difficult.

Such a person could actually appear among mortals, who could put other temptations in second place for her own bloodlust and desire for control. Compared with her unpredictable yet cruel and stubborn mind, even his former father did not seem so difficult to understand.

This is what Lucius is thinking now.

It's not that he flipped over!
He was standing in the center of a circular area on the Relentless Flame, with fine white sand under his feet. Extremely bright lights shone on him from all directions and from above, making his skin feel hot. His silver hair and the fragile and useless beautiful decorations on his body made him look like a proper, eye-catching "trophy or display" from any angle.

He raised his beautiful purple eyes, and this innocent expression made half of the audience hidden in the dark stands around him shout even more joyfully, while the other half gave him a very regretful voice, but obviously, nothing could compare to the excitement of watching such an extremely beautiful creature bleed, be torn apart and trampled, and the desire driven by supernatural power to draw pleasure from the harm and pain of others made no one try to stop what was about to happen to Lucius.

Lucius was almost completely unarmored—just a decorative belt, wide, exotic bloomers, and some jewelry—and almost unarmed—well, at least they gave him a pair of small daggers when they threw him in, which made it more attractive, he guessed.

But the material of this dagger... It's a silver alloy that's good for nothing except looking good. It might not be as effective as his fist.

In the darkness at the edge of the arena, the motors of a large elevator began to hum, and the cage began to rise from its hidden underground. Okay, okay, let's see what the first one is.

Lucius narrowed his eyes.

The champion swordsman who could become the Emperor's Son was not a man who had gained his fame in martial arts for nothing. Before he was recruited by the Third Legion, he was also a frequent visitor to the arena. Thinking about it, he actually felt a little nostalgic - Oh, no, no, I have to concentrate and stop thinking about those embarrassing scenes and speeches when I was young! Lucius!
Think of something else. Lucius, think of something else.

What would he do if Fulgrim was here? How would he do it? Or his only friend, the unkempt, hardworking Saul Tarvitz? Or... if His Highness Angron was standing here... When the noble face and figure of the red-haired primarch and the burning heat of the flames in his palms passed through Lucius's heart, his mind, which was just beginning to be overwhelmed by the enthusiasm and other strong mixed desires of the increasingly excited audience around him, instantly gained a sense of transcendence after burning and transcending.

The first opponent of his journey to the arena appeared amid the cheers of the audience.

Oh, it seems this is just the warm-up level at the beginning.

Lucius held the pair of small daggers, staggered his steps naturally, and assumed his usual swordsman's posture. He narrowed his eyes and locked onto the opponent's important flaw that was almost wide open. At the same time, he did not forget to raise his head towards the camera angle in the air - his face was recorded from multiple angles by the floating servo skull, so that the panic, pain, distortion of the facial expressions and howls that would appear on his handsome face and vocal cords would bring more enjoyment to the excited audience around him.

"You are just a male Grox beast in heat. You underestimate me. What an annoying contempt, my lady." He raised his head, ignoring the five-meter-long, several-ton beast with red eyes, smelly hot air coming out of its nostrils, sharp teeth, horns, scales and barbs all over its body, rushing towards him at super speed, opening its bloody mouth.

A firm hand, at a speed that the servoskull could hardly catch, carried a decorative dagger that had turned into a silver meteor, and smashed through one of the monster's nostrils with such violent force that it left a huge, bleeding wound in the middle before it could react. The swordsman then flew up gracefully and nimbly, riding on Grox's back, and stabbed another dagger into one of its eyeballs. He then stabbed the arm holding the dagger deep into its brain.

"Oh, don't be impatient, my dear Lucius, my beautiful angel of death."

He heard the greedy, joyful and unsatisfied voice coming from above, as if the female lord was licking the blood from her lips.

"I've been preparing for a whole year. There are more good things waiting for you under the arena. You are a pretty guy who has not learned any lessons and thinks he is very smart. I told you that you are the 'main course' of our festival, aren't you? Look here, look at this huge banquet plate! You are our blood food!"

Lucius frowned.

Because in the increasingly dark and psychedelic shadows on the stands, there seemed to be something...

Something else.

(End of this chapter)