Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 386 Lucius Tarzan

"Of course the key point is the true identity of this 'Whiterace' brother and whether he can be with me...eh?——Ah?!"

The champion swordsman, startled by a strong blow on the back, turned around and was about to curse with a fierce look on his face.

"Who is coming here to seek death? Ah!!! Thor! Stop fighting! I'm not wearing armor!"

"You're the one I'm beating!!!"

"Why did you hit me?! Is this how you treat your brother who just came back to life?!"

"Why do you say that?! Brother?! Even if you want to be His Highness Angron's son, look at yourself and see if you are worthy! How could you! A veteran! A warrior who has fought many battles! You! A company commander! Got lost! In the port! And you were kidnapped! By mortals! You have brought shame to the Third Legion!!"

The former captain of the 10th Company of the Third Legion, who was so angry that even his eyepiece began to turn scarlet, howled and raised the weapon in his hand. Everyone found that it was his sheathed power sword, but now it was shining with a bright red luster. The blood light on it even spread to Tarvitz's power armor.

"I say, is it normal for him to be like this? He doesn't look right." Tariq Torgadon immediately expressed his opinion, "We really should have brought a priest brother with us today! How could we forget that this is the Milky Way galaxy filled with evil spirits and demons ten thousand years later!"

Loken glanced helplessly at his big-mouthed brother, but Tariq was right. Since there were no powerful psykers among them for the time being, it would be an appropriate choice to bring a priest brother to fight together to guard against possible warp attacks. In the past, due to the orders of the Nikaea Council, they had gradually lost this habit. They must remember this in the future...

You mean the think tank brothers? On the Iron… Destiny Iron, the think tank brothers are rarer than the priest brothers… No, except for the Ironheart Hermitage next door, there are none! It is not certain that the regent will be invited to serve as their auxiliary psychic! Besides, the former regent seems to be very busy recently, and can be regarded as a dragon that is hard to find.

"It's okay." The one who spoke was Brother Whiterace who was still standing there. "I just received a new instruction authorizing me to monitor the development of this matter and knock out Sol Tarvitz before it gets out of control, so don't worry."

Although his voice carried the symphony of mechanical creation, it was rich and pleasant, like an elegant antique self-ringing clock. It contained a strange power that convinced other warriors. "Don't worry, this is just some normal...debt collection scene."

"I'm sorry, respected... Brother Whiterace, what did you just say you wanted to collect?" Torgaddon asked in a friendly nostalgic tone. Since their dormitory was adjacent to the current "Silver Skull" monk dormitory, the brothers who were once sons of Dorne had told them many people and events from the past ten thousand years during the breaks in the battles in front of the training room and the cafeteria trenches.

But this Zamyrax-Blue Dragon improved mecha with the alias "Whiteris" and the appearance of an Astartes power armor just shook his head at him.

Even as they were talking, the pursuit over there had already entered a white-hot stage.

“Stop!” Tarvitz howled, the unsheathed sword in his hand glowing red, maliciously chasing Lucius who was surrounded by pink light spots, “Stop! Face me!! Leave your blood and skull! You who bring shame to our name!”

"You've shouted like that! Wouldn't it be stupid if I really stood still?!" Lucius, with his pink and swift agility without armor, took a few running steps and rushed up the wall. Then he turned around and grabbed the lowest brass branch of the hanging crystal chandelier closest to him.

Due to Astarte's huge weight, the crystal chandelier, which was not originally designed to bear such an unbearable weight in life, began to emit dangerous metal cracking sounds at the top connection, but Lucius reacted faster. He twisted his body like a snake in mid-air, and used the swing force to flexibly throw himself towards the main crystal chandelier in the center - that chandelier looked obviously larger and much stronger - and there was an auxiliary iron rod on the top for him to climb to the top of the chandelier.

"Tavitz" who was chasing Lucius was furious under the crystal chandelier.

"Get down here!"

"Hey! Come up here!" "Come down here! Let's have a fair fight! Face your fate! You coward! A weakling! A useless piece of Sally's trash!"

"Didn't you just want to beat me up at first?! Hey?! Wake up! Thor! Why did you suddenly mention that name that shouldn't be mentioned?! What's wrong with you?!"

As "Saul Tarvitz", surrounded by red light, glared at Lucius, who was shining pink, and reached out to touch his grenade launcher, a warning buzzer with psychic power sounded at the door, as if a referee had blew his yellow card warning.

"Saul Tarvitz" angrily retracted his hand that had taken out the long-range weapon. Apparently, throwing the weapon in the hand as a long-range attack was not allowed. Moreover, this distance was almost equivalent to handing the sword into the hand of the agile swordsman.

Seeing this, Lucius stood on the top branch of the crystal chandelier with his hands on his hips and laughed wildly - and the subsequent events perfectly demonstrated to the people present and a certain powerful person behind the curtain who was overjoyed what it means to be overjoyed and then suffer sorrow.

The crystal chandelier, for some reason, perhaps the high-energy rays from a distant stellar flare were a little bit stronger, or perhaps a screw was driven in a little shallowly by one centimeter when it was originally installed.

In short, in the sudden collapse, the huge brass-plated crystal chandelier and the ceiling carved with expensive marble and coral gems, along with the chandelier, ceiling, brackets and the stunned Lucius, crashed down to the floor of the hall and the grinning "Tavitz" on the ground.

Just as the battle brothers on the Relentless Flame were watching in silence how the pink-naked Lucius was being whipped all over the hall by the furious Saul Tarvitz, who was holding a very suspicious red lightsaber scabbard.

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On the other side is the kitchen meeting room of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant.

Perturabo BC took a deep breath as he looked at the projected image in front of him and the real-time graphs on his data board next to the image, which were showing curves and bar graphs that were beginning to grow mysteriously and dramatically.

Stay calm, Perturabo, you can't kill them all yet, because Ramizarn's current overflow of power has not been sufficiently controlled. If something unexpected happens, it will be even more...

Look, didn't you order the most stubborn son of Stone to settle some of your accounts temporarily? Now that part of the armory has been unlocked, you can even drive him like a dead slave! Think about it! Think about this wonderful thing! Think about what to eat for dinner!
He glanced and saw that the gap between the K curve and the S curve had indeed narrowed.

This made Perturabo calm down a little. That's it. As long as...

But at this moment, the T-curve suddenly reached an unexpectedly alarming height.

……

No, no, Perturabo, calm down, calm down, turning the universe upside down and starting over again is the most unreasonable and irrational idea.

he told himself.

After all, if we reopen it again this time, we won’t have any extra lives to gamble!
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Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Go to (Olympian swear)!!! When I find the chance!!! I will definitely put all of you troublemakers into the macro cannon and shoot them out alive!!!!!!!!!!!! I will definitely shoot you out hard!!!!!!!!!!!!
(End of this chapter)