Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 155 Chaos's Daily Internal Fights

"How could I not see this!"

Lucius cursed the clanking can traps; they looked like a child's prank.

And he is now adapting to the body of the Eldar, which led to this stupid thing happening.

He raised his glaive, and the gleam of the Molecular Blade silenced the Chaos Space Marines who were whispering or laughing.

There are about two hundred people here now, all elite warriors, but now, it is really difficult for them to hold back their smiles.

Because they were all elites, no one reminded Lucius that there was a line on the ground. Also because they were all elites, Lucius became even more angry.

His face is red now, and he looks a little cute at first glance, but when he completely transforms this body, that cuteness will turn into the most terrifying scene in the world.

But Lucius was no pushover. They continued forward, and he suddenly lowered his body. The clever Eldar body seemed to be broken in half in an instant.

A heavy missile pierced through the battle line and hit the head of a Chaos Space Marine, instantly blowing the Emperor's Children warrior's skull apart.

Lucius's revenge was like a child's prank, which was probably why most people in the team thought the old Chinese doctor was more qualified than him.

It’s just that Fabius preferred research to killing rather than leading troops in battle. He did not engage in meaningless killing, although in the eyes of many people there was no clear distinction between his experiments and slaughter.

Of course, Lucius would not admit that Fabius was more successful than him. He just continued to move forward like a terrifying poisonous snake until the continuous network of fire hindered their progress.

It now seems that the only enemy is the Imperial Guard, but those mortals' attacks are comparable to those of Space Marines, with depleted uranium projectiles and plasma, which are quite formidable.

Lucius felt the bone was tough to chew, but he did not retreat, because he was immortal. As long as anyone in the Imperial Guard killed him, he could take over the body of that mortal in just a few weeks.

His armor and weapons would sprout from the man's body, he would grow in size, and then transform back into Lucius.

It feels like the soul is endlessly echoing in this lonely and crazy universe.

Lucius was already used to it.

He was now smiling as he walked forward, as if the bullets were worthless.

On the mortal front, Taylor saw the view with a telescope.

he thinks.

Why is there an Eldar who looks like he's stricken with some Slaanesh-like disease doing performance art?

He originally wanted the soldiers to kill the enemy. After all, the dead were the only safe people in the entire universe.

He told the Lightling girl to take aim, but suddenly he heard a voice coming from the radio.

"She's Lucius."

In the Imperial language, there is a fundamental difference between "he" and "she", with three similar but different pronunciations, so it is not difficult to find this guy among a bunch of Slaanesh bosses.

And that hoarse and wet voice sounded just like Dragan, the guy he had always been at odds with.

Taylor thought a lot in an instant, such as why he wanted to help himself, and whether this was also part of the conspiracy.

But when he thought of the relationship between Slaanesh and Nurgle, Taylor suddenly felt relieved.

No, that unlucky little sister of Slaanesh has a bad relationship with her three older brothers. After all, she is not looked down upon for studying those low-level things every day.

Terrornem is the god of war and courage, but also the lord of wrath and tyranny.

Nurgle is an immortal plague being, the embodiment of life and cycle, and the origin of all plagues.

Tzeentch is the world's first murderer, born when people laid down their swords and chose poison, and is almost as old as human civilization.

Now it seems that the love and lust represented by Slaanesh are indeed equivalent to fragility, which may be caused by the short time of its birth, but in general.

My younger sister’s career is not going so well.

Taylor, after some careful consideration, shouted, "Don't attack that Eldar! She's a Chaos Being and will inhabit the body of anyone who kills her!"

These words frightened the soldiers. If it was an ordinary army, they would not tell them the situation even if they died.

Normal Imperial troops would not reveal intelligence.

Instead, let the soldiers continue fighting. If someone hits Lucius, the first thing they should do is cut off his hands and feet, seal his mouth, and then throw him into the void.

But Taylor is not the kind of person who would sacrifice loyal people in exchange for victory. He would rather take a passive attitude towards this matter than let his brothers take the risk of fighting a demon.

At the same time, speaking out would cause mutiny, fear, and negativity among the soldiers. However, Taylor's troops were all elite, and he believed that neither the members of the Skadi First Redemption Corps nor the brothers of Class 15 would be afraid of the demon.

After all, they have seen all kinds of monsters.

However, using Lucius as a shield wouldn't work either. After all, if he were blocking the way, no one would dare to fire...

Taylor thought about it for a long time and finally got an answer.

He said to a brother next to him, "Please help me... just this once."

The being replied. "Just a billion times, I know... but I'm on your pirate ship!"

Taylor smiled for a while before the huge body was willing to move forward.

On the other side, on the battle line, Lucius saw the artillery fire stop and the bullets stopped. He was puzzled at first, and then he saw Taylor looking at him through the telescope.

He saw the Imperial officer, who was a big fish...

His soul is of considerable interest to the Lord of Slaanesh, and a high-ranking Daemon is demanding he be brought to him, offering Lucius the reward and loyalty of a Daemon Lord if he completes the task.

What a greedy situation! He wanted to skin the man alive, pull out his tendons, and leave behind his broken body and collapsed soul, handing it over to the devil.

But he was also angry because someone had told them who he was and what abilities he possessed...

But so what?

Lucius smiled. He was the greatest swordsman of the Emperor's Sons and an Astartes with extraordinary combat power. He had seen the most brutal battlefields and proved himself to be immortal.

He held high his long whip of flesh and blood, in his right hand was a molecular sword made by the human race, and his breastplate was made of a thousand human skins. The wailing of those thousand faces alone was enough to drive mortals crazy.

He dealt with those Imperial Guards with ease, let alone now he has to face a bunch of cowards who dare not fire a shot?

He moved forward as if there was no one there, until a giant stopped him.

He immediately activated the magic on his chest armor in the same way as he would against Space Marines. A horrifying scream was heard, and at the same time, a whip long enough to cut through flesh and blood was swung.

The whip wrapped around the giant's arm, while the screams continued to break his spirit.

But when Lucius saw clearly what it was, he realized that it was not a human.

It's a machine.

It's okay! This machine always has an owner, and the operator can also be hosted.

He was secretly delighted, thinking that those mortals had no idea how terrifying his power was.

At the same time, he watched as Rogello's mechanical arm pierced his chest.

Death is extremely familiar to him.

But when he returned to dust once again, he discovered that this time the host was not right...

When the horrible soul that was used as a toy by Slaanesh and constantly stuffed into various bodies opened its eyes.

He saw a strange place. It was not anyone's memory, nor was it the space of God, but an electronic world composed of countless complex binary systems.

Lucius's soul solidified into his former self, with white hair, handsome face, and the purple armor of the Emperor's Child shining.

The perfect person he imagined, who was also his former self, appeared in this strange place.

He asked anxiously and angrily. "Where is this?"

A mechanized voice came, it was the words of an iron man.

"This is my hometown, the computing center of a supercomputer and the hometown of countless iron men."

Lucius said angrily. "A mechanical spirit! I never thought there was such a thing as you in this world!"

"But one day you will be assimilated by me. The power of Lady of Pleasure is endless!"

But Rogero's old soul just answered impatiently.

"Oh."

(End of this chapter)