Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 379 One-Day Champion

"Do you want to continue?" The female leader even asked patiently, as if she was giving alms to a pitiful stray animal on the roadside. "The eighth game is finally over. Don't you want to fight for yourself?"

Lucius shook his head.

At this moment, he no longer had any doubts about his own nature.

He already understands.

Without a doubt, on that day, the day when the greatest betrayal and betrayal that never happened took place.

He was recast.

Just like a sharp and gorgeous saber that had never been fully tempered, it was infused, melted and recast by the fiery power of the Twelfth Primarch. The confusion in his chest until now had been cleared up in the continuous battles.

It feels so perfect to fight for the fate of others and for the highest perfection.

Although he is tattered, he has achieved perfect balance.

He is both a son of the Third Legion and a fighter of the Twelfth Legion.

Between the two, yin and yang, cold moon and scorching sun, a perfect fusion was achieved. In the eternal life of the sun and moon, Lucius gradually understood what he had become now, what a different warrior he was.

He was once the son of Fulgrim, and would be the most loyal of Angron's sons.

He had achieved a perfection which his foolish companions had never attained.

Born to protect, fight to protect.

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Lucius was rarely out of breath.

A drop of sweat dripped down the end of his silver hair and was quickly absorbed by the white sand that turned red.

He half-knelt on the ground, leaning on the broken sword, with wounds all over his body showing traces of various attacks - cutting, chopping, tearing, biting, hammering, piercing, corrosion - some of them had been covered by the repair cells secreted by his Lariman organs, others had stopped bleeding, but some were dripping with bright red liquid and pale yellow tissue fluid because of the deadly poison on the weapons or the corrosive venom sprayed by spiders and other animals.

Undoubtedly, although he eventually won all eight battles, the aftereffects of the attacks suffered by both his physical body in reality and his soul in the High Heaven began to make Lucius's agile limbs feel heavy as if filled with lead, and his reaction became slower than ever.

But in the midst of the devastation, the captain's face was still as flawless as a white water lily, and even the scars left in the past were taken away by the power of the Lord of Nuceria, as if those scars were originally meant to open the first crack in the fragile and beautiful porcelain glaze, and the red-haired monarch accidentally melted them all again and repaired them to perfection. Astartes, who had a famous appearance even among the descendants of the Phoenix, looked up at the female lord and smiled. That smile, as always, combined the innocent spirit, the handsome statue and the cruel warrior so perfectly.

"So," blood mixed with foamy saliva seeped from his broken mouth and gums, staining his white and straight teeth pink, "so, my lady, have I now won the reward I was promised?"

The Gorda matriarch glared down at him, her jawline set in a tone that betrayed her offended displeasure, and for a moment she looked as if she were about to order him to be dragged out and torn into strips of flesh and bone to be hung on meat hooks and fed to her beloved jeweled carnivorous beetles.

But she didn't do it in the end, her cold gray eyes were hidden by a contemptuous sneer on her thin lips.

Colonel Lady Elspeth Gorda smiled at her festival arena champion Lucius. Her smile could almost be described as gentle and beautiful, but everyone who knew her felt a chill run down their spines when they saw that smile.

"Oh, yes, isn't it? My beautiful - noble little swordsman." She raised the corner of her mouth, "Although this is one of my biggest secrets of success, I never thought of telling it to anyone else, but who made you win all my challenge levels?"

She raised her hand and blasted away the servo skulls that gathered like fawning birds, and stepped forward condescendingly, approaching the captive who was wet with the heat of blood, sweat and tears - still behind her protective stance - and once she was close to him, she whispered the secrets in his ear: the location of the safe cell where the body was frozen in sleep, the method of entry, the code and security measures, everything.

The champion swordsman's eyes widened in surprise, his purple crystal-like orbs clear and bright in the light.

Then, the female lord pulled out her blood-stained arm with a satisfied smile for the first time in a while.

The blood was so fresh and steaming, pumped from two extraordinary hearts—the hand at the top of the arm held a vicious alien weapon, like an open flower or umbrella that pierced into his flesh and spun to bite and disintegrate all the flesh it touched—it opened such a huge hole in his chest stained with blood and sweat that the pale rib plates and thick layers of bright red muscle of the Astartes that had been genetically modified and fused together could be seen at the edge—

She even gave him a gentle hug as she finished her words - this fatal hug didn't even make the fierce swordsman fight back. On the contrary, he just sighed heavily from his empty trachea, and his powerful sword-holding arms fell softly and rested on her body, almost soft and submissive, as if trying to keep her with an unforgettable hug.

——Lucius's two hearts, pre-set stomach, two lobes of his three lungs, and his blood-reinforced organs and Lariman organs were completely crushed by this woman with a smile. Now, even the audience with the worst eyesight can see Lucius from behind and in front of him - through the huge bloody hole that was gouged and shattered.

"So you see, my beautiful Lucius, a frail person like me must have some tricks of his own to survive in this universe. This is how promises are strictly observed and secrets are guarded."

She licked her thin, cold lips with relish. The two pieces of pale flesh that had always been unhealthy now became extremely bright, as if the female lord had actually absorbed some kind of surreal blood and vitality from the body of the person she murdered.

Lucius did not answer. His body had never felt so heavy. The cold air rushed into the rest of his chest, his abdomen, his limbs, and the bottom of his brain. The last thing he knew was that he could not fall forward - that would make him look like he was going to kiss the toe of that damn bitch's boot -

So the muscles of the one-day champion of the festival arena made one last effort for his pride.

Then Lucius looked up to the sky and fell heavily in the blood and dust.

The cold paleness of death crept onto his frozen beautiful face.

(End of this chapter)