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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.

"Devil! Get out!"

The White Scar warrior endured the extreme stimulation that almost made him faint from the pain, 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.

Chapter 287 I am the Crow of Mourning

"Unusual casualties have occurred, red alert."

Commander Hill was keenly aware of the slightest changes on the battlefield. The display screen in front of him was constantly refreshing the battlefield dynamics, the most important of which was the life status of those Astartes.

He can simultaneously control the deployment of troops across the entire battlefield, knowing where the enemy is particularly difficult and requires more support; and where the Space Marines have suffered fatal injuries, he can continue to provide support and help from pharmacists.

And now, he was horrified to find that the Space Marines on a fringe battlefield were showing unusual signs of casualties.

In just over ten minutes, more than ten Astartes had been killed, including White Scars, Ultramarines, and even an Iron Hand who was providing long-range fire support in the rear.

"How did the Iron Hands who stayed behind the battlefield die? Strange, this is very strange."

But then the signals that flooded in like a tide in the communication channel answered his doubts. The Space Marines and mortals were horrified to find that after killing the enemy, their warriors began to distort and melt, and turned into the appearance of the dead enemy.

This death plague is constantly spreading, and any enemy who kills him will be reborn in his body.

The Astartes saw with anger the faces of some familiar comrades, who were in extreme pain, struggling and floating above the malicious armor.

They once trained together, saved each other's lives, drank and talked about their ideals after killing all the traitors, but now everything is gone.

They defeated the enemy, but the enemy was reborn in their bodies in unimaginable and strange ways.

This is unparalleled blasphemy and unforgivable hatred.

"That is evil psychic witchcraft. These traitors who have thrown themselves into the arms of the Warp are best at using this method." Luo Xi said.

As soon as the battle began, he evacuated to the rear and began to mobilize the defense facilities of the war base and the warships in the sky to support the front.

A psychic channel opened up beside him, and Uslan, with battlefield smoke still on his body, stepped out of it.

"That enemy is not ordinary. He is the favorite of the evil god. I can sense the extremely strong favor from him."

"Lucius of the Emperor's Children. I have seen his existence in the prophecy. It was he who slaughtered the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard Legions in the massacre of Isstvan V."

Uslan took off his helmet. He couldn't confront Lucius head-on.

"I'm sorry, when we, the Eldar, face the followers of Prince Pleasure, our strength will be suppressed to an extremely low level. Even I can't wipe out Lucius." Uslan apologized, "Especially since the evil god is paying some attention to him. Once I get close, He will find me."

Luo Xi nodded, indicating that he understood Uslan's predicament. It would be too difficult for the elves to face the youngest god directly.

He also understood some details more deeply - that evil god of the Warp seemed to be a natural enemy of the Eldar, and it was even so outrageous that Uslan did not dare to confront him head-on.

The natural restraint of this attribute makes the Eldar extremely passive when facing the evil creatures of the Warp, but humans are different. At least they can still exert most of their strength when facing the enemy.

"Be careful of him. The Prince of Pleasure will not let his beloved toy die. Even if he is killed, Lucius will be resurrected from the person who killed him." Uslan told Luo Xi some information obtained by predicting the future.

"Unconditional resurrection? So perverted?" Luo Xi suddenly felt a headache after hearing the news.

Then how should they fight? Even if the enemy is killed, they will be resurrected in a very short time by taking over another's body. There is no way to fight them at all.

"That's not the case. The evil god's blessing is not so against the will of heaven. His resurrection is conditional." Uslan shook his head in denial.

"Lucius' resurrection is a kind of soul stealing. He was favored by the Prince of Pleasure, and it was the power of the evil god of the warp that gave him the privilege of rebirth—" Uslan said seriously, "Anyone who kills him with even a little bit of pleasure and satisfaction will become a soul plundered by his Soul Howling Armor."

Space Marines are also human beings. Although their emotions have been suppressed to an extreme by transformation surgery and long-term training, they still have emotions.

The desire for victory, the persistence for glory, the loyalty to the Emperor, the love for the Gene-Father...

It can be said that they are a group of genetically enhanced warriors who have gotten rid of vulgar interests. They do not have the greed for wealth, the obsession with food and drink, the need for lust, or the desire to control power that mortals have.

"What if it was an unconscious bombing that killed him?" Luo Xi caught a blind spot. What would happen if the person who killed Lucius was not even a human?

Uslan just sighed. How could the Prince of Joy leave such an obvious weakness?

"Then he will be reborn directly. As long as the evil god still favors him and his eyes are always on him, he will return infinitely."

Luo Xi took a deep breath. These ghost things in the subspace were really unreasonable.

So, who on their side can deal with this extremely tough and powerful enemy?

……

Nikon Sharokin roams the battlefield, lurking in the shadows, unseen by anyone.

When some of their battle-brothers were caught in a tough fight, Sharojin would appear from the shadows, and his arrival was so hasty that even the loyalists did not notice that the Raven of Death had intervened in the battle.

They would only see the traitors who were originally still fighting suddenly freeze in place with their heads and bodies separated, or suddenly break into pieces of flesh all over the ground.

Be it the manic and violent noise warriors, or the few traitors who still maintain the neat appearance of the original Emperor's children, or even the hell beasts whose minds are full of desire for destruction, they cannot stop Sharokin's footsteps.

He simply swung his C'tan phase sword or cast a deadly gauss beam from the shadows, and his enemies fell beside him.

He is the shadow of death, and wherever he goes, traitors die silently.

And now, the appearance of Lucius, who was causing huge casualties to the loyalists, undoubtedly attracted most of his attention.

Sharokin quickly attacked the enemy, and the dark power armor emerged from the shadows. Luo Xi used the most advanced technology for his friend, which was enough to block most scans.

Without a moment's hesitation, he clashed his swords and struck the enemy's vital points.

To his surprise, the invincible Star God Phase Sword did not cut off the opponent's blade when it hit the long sword that looked like an alien weapon, but only made a small dent.

Lucius' pale eyes suddenly turned and looked directly at the Raven Guard emerging from the shadows.

"Children of Corvas Corax... I remember you. In Isstvan V, I killed—" Lucius suddenly seemed to be stuck, and his whole body twitched as if he were epileptic. "I killed many of you, and you are next."

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Lucius, the flawless blade of the Prince of Pleasure..."

Muttering to himself, Lucius began to fight back with his Lar Blade. His tricky and vicious sword skills stabbed out like the fangs of a ferocious poisonous snake.

But Sharokin walked like a ghost, and the shadow steps inherited from the original body plus the breakthrough skills that Sharokin had gained through years of life and death experience made Lucius' sword moves miss.

How can it be?

Lucius, who was in a frenzy, suddenly showed an extremely surprised expression.

Lucius thought that his swordsmanship was unmatched, but his proud sword skills could not even scratch the enemy's mark.

Sharokin's ghostly steps made Lucius feel an unprecedented murderous intent. Although he was silent, a fatal attack could come at any time.

In his haste, Lucius's usual mockery and insults suddenly died down. He closed his mouth tightly, stared with eyes wide open, and integrated his muscles and mind as he tried to use his Laar Blade to chop off the head of the annoying Dark Crow.

But Sharokin is faster!

But in a blink of an eye, he was stabbed in the collarbone, heart and lungs, neck and spinal cord, leaving a deep and long scar on his handsome face, and even his bones were broken.

When the pain came slowly, Lucius realized that he had been stabbed by the sword, and he couldn't even realize where Sharokin's attack came from.