Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 286 Who is Lucius?
Technically, the Emperor's Children's Chief Archon Eidolon died at the hands of the Untouchables, his own psychic screams so violent and violent that they backfired on him.

Psychic power is the most dangerous and unstable power. Even a slight loss of control may lead to one's own destruction.

If it weren't for Qin Xin's amazing move, I'm afraid that Gantula might not have been able to successfully kill Eidolon in the one-on-one duel. The strange noise frenzy could penetrate the defense of the Star-type power armor to a great extent, and had a great impact on the White Scar.

As the core of the noise frenzy, with the death of Eidolon, the sound waves composed by the Emperor's Children lost their power to resonate, and they could only fight each other and the loyalists who formed battle formations.

There were also those Eldar who were filled with anger and hatred. Uslan displayed his terrifying psychic power in the crowd, and with a wave of his hand, he crushed several noise warriors into pieces, including their armor.

The psychic power of the Prophet of Usvi Ark is extremely terrifying. If he is given enough time to prepare, even crushing the entire planet will not be a difficult task.

If the opponent was not a follower of the evil god Slaanesh, I am afraid that even a company of Astartes together would never be a match for Uslan. This supermodel-level psyker is fully capable of forming an army by himself and bombing the Space Marines to death from a long-range bombing range while keeping a distance.

Uslan swung his staff and knocked down a hell beast that was as big as a dreadnought. This huge monster was covered in armor reinforced by the power of chaos. Its hideous steel spikes were pierced with heads and human skin, and it exuded an extremely evil aura.

Within it lies an Emperor's Child whose mind has been consumed by madness and rage. The flesh and blood of his remains have fused with the metal that buried him, releasing endless rage.

The prophet's psychic power began to surge, wrapping the opponent's power whip-like weapon around his own body, and then activated the decomposition force field to cut his own hell beast in half.

The twisted flesh and blood inside fell to the ground, and the extremely smelly pus and light pink liquid mixed together. Uslan projected a psychic lightning and blasted the blasphemous thing into pieces.

"What a pathetic fellow! How foolish must one be to throw himself into the arms of the Prince of Darkness."

Uslan felt more pity for them than hatred for them. As the god of indulgence and pleasure of Slaanesh, He would indeed grant endless happiness and excitement to His believers, but when the excitement faded, He would be replaced by endless emptiness.

Their thresholds rise wildly until no behavior can provide even a modicum of satisfaction.

At that time, Ms. Hungry will no longer favor these perverts who have been completely drained of their value, and they will experience what it means to be worse off than dead.

Eidolon was dead, and Guntura cut off his half-broken head with a clean stroke, and took his power hammer as proof.

The identity of this miserable head was completely unrecognizable. Not only had it been burned by the maximum-power plasma of White Scar's jet pack, it had also been completely blown to pieces by the backlash of psychic energy.

But no matter what, the great enemy of the Emperor's Son who murdered Qin Xia has died in this distant foreign land. The White Scars have completed their hunting revenge, and when the right opportunity comes, they will return to Chogoris with Eidolon's head.

The head of this traitor will be cleaned by the Storm Prophet and impaled on the iron spear outside the Legion Monastery, to be admired and remembered by all the sons of Chagatai Khan.

Some of the Emperor's Children still had their sanity intact, and they quickly fled towards the Warp rift from which they came, while others were completely immersed in the desire to kill, fighting to the death with their noise weapons.

The loyal Astartes, who are well organized and disciplined, are strangling the traitors by the neck. They have formed a flanking formation, harassing the enemy from a distance with heavy bombs and plasma of great destructive power. The attack range of those deadly sonic weapons is not far.

The snipers' precise attacks continued, and the heads of many Emperor's Children exploded like rotten tomatoes, leaving only disgusting bodies and twisted weapons lying on the ground.

Among the remaining Emperor's Children, a tall, ugly Astartes without a helmet was the most powerful one.

His exposed face was marked with shocking scars, forming a complex network of scars and distorting his appearance.

He swung a whistling invisible whip that made a crackling sound, and in his other hand he held a slender, curved alien knife. He knocked a White Scar to the ground at an unimaginable speed. The strange whip seemed to ignore the protection of the power armor and directly whipped his body and soul.

The Astartes only felt incomparable pain from the place where he was whipped. Even the Space Marine's enhanced body and will could not withstand such pain.

At the same time, the grins and whispers of countless demons kept drilling into his brain, almost dissecting his thoughts and devouring his will.

"Demon! Get out!" The White Scar warrior endured the extreme pain that almost made him faint, took out the plasma gun in his hand, and directly blasted the opponent's exposed head at a very close distance.

The plasma beam ignited the air and turned into a scorching ray that pierced through the head.

Under the burning of the boiling flames of plasma, the body of the Emperor's Son began to melt completely. The broken power armor mixed with foul-smelling flesh and bones turned into a sticky molten substance emitting black smoke.

He retracted his plasma gun and recovered the opponent's alien sword with disgust. These strange items may hide the threat of chaos corruption and must be completely recovered and destroyed.

But suddenly, he felt his muscles were sore and weak, as if something foreign was wriggling. The Thinker in the power armor detected abnormal fluctuations, and something had entered the protective interior of the power armor.

The foreign body sensation became stronger and stronger. The elite veteran with white scars felt as if there was a big mouth inside his body, devouring his flesh and blood. A strong sense of emptiness and confusion filled his brain, and he could not help but start wailing.

"The Emperor..."

When he heard his own voice, he was horrified to find that it was not his own voice at all. A familiar and disgusting voice sounded, which was the weird laughter of the Emperor's son who he had just shot in the head with plasma.

"Your body belongs to me now."

The last sound came to White Scar's ears, and his power armor along with the flesh and blood inside began to wriggle and deform. Under the influence of a strange and unpredictable force, it slowly transformed into the appearance of the dead Son of the Emperor.

It was as if the shoulder armor and chest armor were squeezed open by the wriggling flesh and blood, and the face of the white-scarred warrior slowly emerged from them.

A large number of distorted structures similar to intestines and blood vessels connected the Desecrator and the power armor. He picked up his Laal Blade, and the Whip of Torture in his hand once again made an evil whistling sound.

"I am Lucius, I am the Immaculate Blade."

The White Scar warrior fell into eternal pain. He found that he had somehow merged into the power armor and became one of the faces of pain.

Those unfortunate people like him were forced to release shrill screams and shouts of fear under torture. The waves of destructive sound waves became the new killing weapon of the Emperor's son named Lucius.

"It's good that Eidolon, that idiot, died. How could he be qualified to serve the Prince of Pleasure? Hehehe, and I will become His new favorite."

Lucius let go of all his defenses and stood in the middle of the battlefield, allowing himself to be blown to pieces by the loyalists' artillery.

However, the same situation happened again. An Iron Hand operating the long-range artillery began to tremble and wriggle, and his whole body turned into Lucius' appearance.

Constantly dying and constantly being reborn, as Lucius laughed wildly, a few more faces appeared on his Howling Soul Armor.

He rushed wildly through the loyalists' position as if he was in an empty space, and casually used his Torture Whip to sweep up an Eldar tribe warrior, then opened his mouth to a terrifying angle and bit off the opponent's head in one bite.

"What a delicious dish! Even my relatives who are loyal to the false emperor can't compare to this."

"Remember the feeling and excitement when I finally killed and devoured Captain Solomon Demeter on Isstvan III?"

Lucius' face flushed as he recalled how he had deceived his own blood relatives into thinking they were the loyalists, and how they only realized they had made the wrong enemy when their last man was killed.

That kind of reversal and desperate regret made Lucius unable to stop.

And today, he will taste more delicious souls, and perhaps his Howling Soul Armor will be able to show more powerful faces.

(End of this chapter)