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Chapter 78: Bloody Battle with Lucius
The stimulant stand behind Lucius made a humming sound.

A large amount of high-concentration stimulants was injected into his body.

This stand was the device that Lucius won after his victory in the Comoros Arena.

It contains various neurostimulants that can increase his speed and strength.
It can also keep him happy and excited at all times.

Lucius was very fast, like a ghost.
It is difficult for ordinary people to even capture his afterimage.

Lucius stuck out his long tongue and licked his cracked lips.

He was already thinking about how to torture and kill this fool in front of him who didn't know how to live or die.

The warlord held his breath, gripped the sword with both hands, tensed his muscles, and prepared to strike with all his strength at any moment.

During the Great Crusade, Lucius had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and was unrivaled.

After receiving the blessing of Slaanesh, he honed his skills for ten thousand years and defeated many heroes of the Empire.

The Warmaster knew very well that he was no match for his opponent.

But the Archmagus was the key to the Primarch's resurrection. If Lucius was allowed to kill him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
So, he must stand up.

Even if we can't defeat him, we have to hold Lucius back.

Moreover, the Warmaster also thought of a strategy to defeat the opponent even though he was inferior in swordsmanship.

Lucius's attacks were as swift and deadly as the strike of a venomous snake.

The sword blade cut through the air so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Zheng!
The Warmaster used the greatsword in his hand to block the piercing sword in Lucius's hand, which was surging with vicious power.

The swords collided, making a clanging sound.

Then, Lucius made several consecutive strikes.
The Warmaster blocked them all with his master-level two-handed sword skills.

"There's some strength, but that's all."

Lucius was extremely arrogant.
He increased his speed and launched a series of rain-like attacks towards the Warmaster.

The angle of each attack is tricky and vicious, making it difficult to defend.

The Warmaster had to retreat again and again to avoid the opponent's attacks.

The war commander, who was at a disadvantage, came up with an idea and shouted loudly.

"You're not as good as Tarvitz."

Lucius's expression changed, his twisted face twitched, and his eyes became more vicious.

"I don't care, he's dead and I'm alive."

The Warmaster smiled.

The game is real, and it has its advantages.

For example, when the enemy's defense is broken by taunting,
The opponent's movements will be flawed and incoherent.

"Remember Sharokin of the Raven Guard?"

"Tsk tsk, you lost to him twice, especially the second time. He killed you easier than a dog."

Lucius' body paused, and his continuous attacks came to a brief pause.

The Warmaster seized the opportunity and swept his greatsword across.
Lucius had to keep his distance to avoid the attack of the giant sword.

"Fulgrim preferred Tarvitz, but it was a pity that Tarvitz was unwilling to follow him in his betrayal of the Emperor."

"As for you, he doesn't want you at all. Eidolon even despises you."

"Do you remember how you groveled and begged Eidolon to give you a chance on Isstvan III?"

"If Tarvitz's resistance hadn't been so fierce, you wouldn't have stood a chance."

"Eidolon won't even bother to talk to you. He'll just chop off your head and take the credit."

"In the final analysis, everything you have today is built on Tarvitz."

"Even now, if you and Tarvitz were placed before Fulgrim, your Primarch would choose Tarvitz without hesitation."

"I'm going to kill you." Lucius screamed.

Visible sound waves were released from his mouth.

Relying on his keen combat instincts, the Warmaster rolled over and dodged the attack.

The sound waves shattered the ruined spirit bone buildings, turning them into dust.

If it falls on a human, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The Warmaster stood up, swung his greatsword, and slashed at the opponent.

Lucius swung his sword to block, but the force was too great.
He was forced to take a few steps back, staggering.

"You are not even a hair better than Tarvitz. In the loyal camp, Tarvitz can easily suppress you."

"If he chooses to rebel, Fulgrim would probably dance with joy."

"You were so angry that you couldn't wait to kill me because you knew very well that what I said was true."

The Warmaster rushed forward, provoking Lucius with words, and took advantage of the momentum to stab with the greatsword in his hand.

Lucius was forced to retreat, distraught and at a distance.

The Warmaster pressed forward, seizing every opportunity to slam into his opponent, causing him to lose balance and retreat again.

Then, there was another horizontal slash, which Lucius deflected with the sword in his hand.

But the Warmaster quickly changed his tactics, thrusting his sword back and ripping open Lucius's neck armor.

The sharp teeth bit through the armor blessed with supernatural power.

Along with the screams of the soul, blood mixed with stimulants flowed down the armor.

Lucius's armor is called 'Howling Soul'.
Tens of thousands of suffering souls are imprisoned there.

By the blessing of Slaanesh,

Whoever kills Lucius will be possessed by Lucius as long as he feels a little excitement and satisfaction.
As time goes by, Lucius will take over the body of the person he possesses.

Turn the opponent into a wailing face on the armor.

Those creatures he killed would also be imprisoned in the armor, tortured for generations to come, with no chance of escape.

"You made me bleed."

Lucius screamed,

That hideous face was filled with pure malice.

The Warmaster swept the greatsword across, and the opponent ducked to avoid it.

The roaring chainsaw only tore through the air, and Lucius punched him in the waist with his elbow.

The Warmaster was forced to distance himself, and Lucius clung to him like a venomous snake.

The long sword in his hand stabbed the warmaster's abdomen,
The blow was vicious and swift,
The war commander was unable to react in time and was nailed to the wall of spirit bones by the opponent's sword.

The sharp blade instantly pierced the armored plate on the Warmaster's abdomen.
A burning pain came from the wound, causing the Warmaster to groan in pain.

Apparently, Lucius coated the sword with nerve poison.

Fortunately, the game has a pain limit.

If you really suffer from the damage caused by nerve poison,
I'm afraid the War Marshal will cry like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on.

"Your soul is mine, and you will be imprisoned forever, drowning in despair and pain until the stars burn out and all things decay."

Lucius' tone was filled with crazy excitement.
He licked his lips with his tongue, savoring the sweetness brought by the sword.

The greatsword flew out of the Warmaster's hand.

He took off his helmet while panting, revealing a determined face.

He coughed up blood and said sarcastically, "My soul belongs to the God-Emperor, fool."

"No, it belongs to me now."

"You're truly no match for Tarvitz. You're no match for me with your swordsmanship, and you're no match for me with your brains. How can you be so worthy as to compete with the God-Emperor for my soul?"

"I'll make you regret saying that."

Lucius was shaking with anger.

Even when facing opponents who are much stronger than you,
He has never been so defensive as he is today.

"Do you know that standing so close is actually very dangerous?"

The Warmaster gave a sly smile, a smile of triumph.

"What do you mean?"

Lucius felt vaguely uneasy.

"I know I can't beat you, but guess why I want to fight you?"

Lucius was stunned, not understanding what the other party meant.

"Because we're far away, I'm afraid I won't be able to kill you."

The Warmaster jerked forward, letting the blade pierce through him.

Lucius heard a rapid dripping sound coming from the armor of the person in front of him.
He realized something and his pupils dilated slightly.

Lucius tried to turn and run, but the Warmaster grabbed him.

This is the Warmaster's strategy.

He had already set up the self-destruction program and only needed the last command.

boom!
A deafening explosion sounded, and the two disappeared in the rising flames.

“Such loyalty is touching.”

The loyalists of the empire nearby all showed moved expressions.

The fact that the armor can be detonated so quickly means that a self-destruct function was included in its design from the beginning.

Before the war even starts, you're already thinking about dragging your enemies down with you.

How can such behavior be achieved without absolute loyalty and belief?
"This guy, let him act big again."

Jujiro complained, and the scepter in his hand suddenly burst out with a surge of psychic power.

Bright bolts of lightning appeared, knocking away all nearby enemies.

"The potential for psychic power is quite good, but unfortunately, the technique used is too poor and the movements are not graceful enough."

Eldrar beside him waved his hand casually.
It then released ice crystals that pierced through distant enemies.

His movements were graceful, and there was no overflow of spiritual energy.

Jujiro tilted his head and looked over, feeling a little unhappy.
He finally understood why the Empire didn't like cooperating with these bean sprouts.

Who can withstand such a sharp tongue? !

I'm fighting for my life here, and you, Old Deng, are standing by and commenting that my skills are poor and my movements are not graceful enough.

Otherwise, attacking friendly units will be punished.

Jujiro has to have a PK with this old man.

Let the other party see what player self-destruction is.

"These are some techniques for using psychic energy. If you can master them, they will be of great help to you."

A dancing Eldar symbol appeared at Eldrar's fingertips.

The symbol drew a graceful trajectory and landed in front of Jujiro.

When he reached out and touched it, the symbol turned into light and sank into his body.

[You gain some knowledge of the subspace, the power of various skills is increased, and the consumption is reduced]

As soon as the prompt appeared, Jujiro's eyes turned fiery as he looked at Eldrar.

As expected of a wealthy family, he is generous when it comes to spending money.

This is simply the Middle Eastern dog owner of Warhammer 40.

You have to pull it out hard.

"Thank you for your teaching and guidance, respected elder. I will keep it in mind."

Jujiro's attitude became very respectful.

Even the title Lao Deng has become elder.

Eldrar nodded, very pleased.

He could feel the breath of the angel in these people.
They are one.

Through the person in front of him, perhaps we can build a bridge of communication between him and the angel and release goodwill.

Skarbrand was called the Exile.

He was one of the greatest champions of the brass field.

Later, due to the instigation of Tzeentch, he launched a surprise attack on Khorne, but was exiled by the furious Khorne.

Even so, he is still the most terrifying existence in the subspace.

Even with the Eldar God-chosen Champion - Thousand Faces to help,

Even with the blessing of the Emperor's power, Qin Yun was unable to defeat Skarbrand.

Being able to hold the enemy back and prevent them from interfering on the battlefield is already the limit.

As time went by, Qin Yun gradually fell into a disadvantage and could only hold on with difficulty.

After all, his level is too low and his overall strength is not as good as the other party.

The wandering Qianmian also looked a little embarrassed.

Shocking cracks appeared on the exquisite armor.

"Xi Ling." Qin Yun called in his heart.

"Master." Xiling responded.

"Charge the light spear and fire a volley at this demon."

After Qin Yun realized that he could not win, he decided to replace his opponent with himself.

I can be resurrected anyway, so there's nothing to worry about.

Thousand Faces used the sword in his hand to inflict a wound on Scarbrad, then turned around and disappeared.

Skarbrand cannot catch the Thousand Faces,

He roared and poured all his anger onto Qin Yun.

boom!
The flaming battle axe swept across, and all the broken bone buildings collapsed.

After another confrontation,

Qin Yun wanted to flap his wings and fly, hoping to create some distance between himself and the Great Demon Khorne.

The battle axe in one hand of Skarbrad disappeared,
Then, he used his free hand to grab Qin Yun's ankle and slammed it to the ground.

With a bang, cracks appeared on the solid ground.

One of Qin Yun's wings was broken, and bright red blood flowed along the broken armor.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne."

Skarbrand, holding two axes, wanted to execute Qin Yun.

"Don't hurt my lord."

Xiaopang activated the back thrusters of the enhanced Zaku 01 mecha and rushed towards Skarbrand.

He has been relying on his powerful firepower to harvest traitors and demons.

Contribution points soared.

I thought I would definitely be able to take the top spot this time.

Until the Warmaster dragged the Undying Lucius to death together, he felt a little uneasy again.

Killing monsters won't give you as much reward as killing a boss!
Seeing the guide falling behind, he rushed over at full speed and started the rescue mode.

Scarbrand, who was about to execute Qin Yun, realized something was wrong and turned around to look.

Seeing the huge mecha rushing towards him, his eyes burning with flames dilated slightly.

Before he could react, Fatty controlled the Zaku and crashed into him.

The huge mecha knocked the Great Demon of Khorne out, giving Qin Yun a chance to catch his breath.

The mecha and the demon rolled in the ruins, smashing several magnificent buildings in succession.

"Go to hell!"

Xiaopang pointed the giant laser cannon at Scarbrad's head, his tone excited.

If we kill this big demon, it will be a sure thing for us to get the MVP.

As the muzzle burst into bright light, a brilliant beam of light shot out.

Half of Khorne's head was blown to pieces.

But he still didn't die, instead he let out a deafening roar.

The flaming battle axe in his hand chopped towards the mecha.

In an instant, sparks flew and engine oil sprayed out.

A rapid alarm sounded in the cockpit.

The dense red prompts made Xiaopang feel depressed.

In just a moment, the damage to the mecha reached more than 50%.

Skarbrand's body changed,

In less than a breath, it became as big as the Zaku 01 mecha.

Warp demons all have this adaptive ability.
Able to adjust its body according to the enemy's size.

The shattered head also quickly regenerated in the subspace energy.

"Oh, Messiah, initiate the self-destruct sequence immediately."

Realizing that the Zaku 01 Enhanced Mecha could not defeat the opponent, nor could it escape,
Xiaopang made a prompt decision to overload the energy pile and cause it to explode.

Accompanied by earth-shaking explosions,

The dim webway was illuminated by the slowly rising mushroom cloud.

Skarbrand roared unwillingly in the flames.

At this moment, several warships led by the Imperial Glory had just finished storing energy and fired bright spears of light in unison.

On the other side, unimaginable psychic powers surged in the bodies of Evelyne, Eldrar and several other Eldar prophets, and they were ready to join forces to exile Khorne.

PS: Lucius
(End of this chapter)