Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 775: The more enjoyable it was before, the more pathetic it is now.
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"What do you mean?"

"That's absolutely insane!"

"Are you OK!"

This was the general opinion of others, and even Loken was momentarily stunned: the Primarch did indeed possess extraordinary power, even allowing someone like him to glimpse a small part of his own destiny.

But none of the Primarchs' celebrated powers to date have mentioned any healing abilities, have they?
—Even emperors have never been mentioned as being able to perform such miracles.

So what exactly does Irebus want to do?
The person who was suddenly thrust into the spotlight (in their own mind) took a step back alertly.

"I'm neither an Astartes pharmacist nor a human doctor. How can I treat Astartes wounded? First of all, your physiological structure and operating principles have already been permanently altered!"

The other implications of this statement immediately made several of the more perceptive officers squint: until now, except at the end of the unification war, the Astartes Legion has been roaming the stars. Apart from the fleet and auxiliary forces, most mortals have no contact with these powerful warriors. Their awe is ingrained in the bones of many mortals and can be sensed by the Astartes.

However, the panicked words he just blurted out and the trouble he had caused before made him seem completely unlike a scheming person with ulterior motives. Yet, he not only showed no fear of them, but also seemed to really know a lot about the Astartes' transformation.

Perhaps... it wasn't that the narrator was so stupid that the War General treated him like some kind of pet, but rather that Iribas had astutely sensed something and intended to take the opportunity to test him.

This explanation made the Warlord's idea much easier to understand and accept, so even Abaddon shut his mouth and decided to wait and see what was going on.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange and tense, with only Tavitz, who was still unaware of the situation, checking on Lucius's injuries.

"What does this have to do with a mortal? What are you doing?! This is no child's play! If Shadowmoon Wolves refuse to bring your apothecary, I'll be coming after ours. As far as I know, Fabius should be here..."

"[Gutella Super Swearing]! Don't bring that guy here with that swearing!" Ramizan blurted out in a flash. "I'd rather heal Lucius than that!"

A burning sensation quickly swept across his little finger, where the laurel ring had been, which had remained perfectly still. But when he looked down, it appeared perfectly normal.

He glanced at Lucius again; the black-haired swordsman was still lying there unconscious.

"Alright. Anyway, let me see how he is doing... hiss!"

Clearly, Loken, having some knowledge of Lucius's future, was even less restrained when he beat him up than before—Lamizaen vaguely remembered that he was supposed to break Lucius's nose with one punch, and then some quack doctor from the Third Legion, during treatment, never thought to straighten Lucius's nose.

This shattered the swordsman's perfect appearance, foreshadowing his seduction by Angelos, the female narrator already tainted by Slaanesh's power, and his first self-inflicted facial slash.

—By the way, Ramizane now remembers that Lucius slashed his face at Angelos's urging so as "never to forget what that son of a bitch Loken did to him"—what a twisted fate. And now, well, Lucius's delicate nose isn't broken, but a fractured jaw might be an understatement. Ramizane reached out and ran his thumb over Lucius's bloodied jaw, estimating the extent of the bone fracture, then carefully pried open his slit lips. Pink gums were soaked in blood. Uh, all his teeth were knocked out—definitely a serious injury.

The word "seriously injured" is actually a bit hard to understand, but if you say that Lucius's lower half of his head was punched by Loken into the shape of a ripe watermelon that fell and broke on the road in summer, it becomes easy to understand.

So what do we do? Loken beating him up to win is fine, but the one-life requirement means Lucius has to get back to his optimal condition as quickly as possible, otherwise there won't be enough time for the subsequent backstab...

Ramizan crouched beside the lying swordsman, his hand resting on Lucius's face. Also, he had been concerned about something else from the beginning: the Lucius active on the Destiny Steel was a white-haired, purple-eyed guy who looked like a Fugen bastard, so why was this Lucius black-haired and green-eyed?

...Black hair and green eyes, just like the original hair and eye color of Pherous Manus—it's truly a hellish joke. But what caused two Luciuss to look identical yet have different colors?
He thoughtfully moved his hand away, preparing to take out a handkerchief to wipe it, when he heard several heavy breaths and a whisper of "Tara above!"

"What...?" Ramizan looked up and saw the shock in Loken and Tavitz's eyes, the surprise on Abaddon's face, and the almost radiant joy on Irebas's face.

"Ugh...cough cough cough cough!!!"

The body beside him jolted, and then with a violent, bellows-like deep breath—the kind that almost blew all the air out of his lungs and then inhaled again—Lucius sat up and coughed up the blood clots that had already formed in his nose and mouth.

"Huh? What happened? Did you come back to life in a restaurant this time? LUCKY☆!" The guy who sat up wiped the blood off his face, revealing a completely unharmed face, and blinked his purple eyes at the equally stunned Ramizane.

"Huh? Thor? Gavial? Taric? What are you all doing here today... Ah?! Barton!"

Before the astounding crowd could even offer their condolences, Lucius grabbed a training sword and stabbed at the chief platoon leader with lightning speed. No one had time to react and stop him; even Abaddon himself only had time to turn his body to avoid a fatal blow, preparing to withstand the first attack from this capricious madman, the emperor's son.

"Ai! Ri! Ba!!!!!" The menacing blade, upon spotting another target mid-journey, immediately changed direction without hesitation, heading straight for the chief priest's vitals, seemingly poised to slay this monstrous figure—

"Spare his life, Lucius!!"

—I [Gutera curses] never imagined this would happen in my life! What sins did I commit to have to speak up and stop Lucius from killing Erebas?! Just speaking makes me feel like my merits have plummeted!

Both the internal and external war generals had the same opinion: how much fun this person had when he killed Eribas eight times before, how miserable he is now when he has to complete the game in one life.

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Episode:
Pallas, who was leisurely aboard the Ironblood, jumped up with a sharp, explosive sound:
"What shift was Lucius originally scheduled for today?! Go and inform Sigismund and the Wandering Harbor garrison immediately!!!"

(End of this chapter)