The Bizarre Adventures of Cloud Hammer

After meeting up with the Nebula Hammer Guard, Ou Ge found the Black Templar warriors who were thrown to the upper nest by the space fluctuations. Several of them had been killed by Slaanesh warriors when they were found. Ou Ge avenged them and collected the gene seeds.

Along the way, Ogo has killed more than a dozen Slaanesh warriors. When he learned that Eryu had encountered Lucius, he also learned the true identity of this Slaanesh wargang - the Nashikai Battalion, a Chaos wargang serving Lucius. The name was inherited from the squad led by Lucius during the Great Crusade. Although the name was inherited, the people were no longer the same. The real Nashikai Battalion had long disappeared in that betrayal.

"We drove away the Chaos Fleet. How about you, Brother Ou?" asked Apu.

"I was just about to head down to the nest, but Wei said the passage to the upper nest was blocked by traitors."

"Brother Ou, go meet up with Awei first, and then see if you can help Xianyu. He seems to have a problem over there too. Don't worry about Dingchao. Gloria has already sent Thunder Eagle to pick him up."

"I understand, hang up first."

Brother Ou hung up the phone and rushed to the main passage connecting the upper and lower nests. Awei was also ready. As soon as Brother Ou arrived, he sent people to attack from the front and back with Brother Ou to clear the passage between the upper and lower nests.

The Khorne army in the Lower Nest was stopped by the Word Bearers themselves, and the other side did not want to attack for a while, which gave the Imperial Guard a chance to clear the enemies in the passage behind them. If the Lower Nest really could not be defended, they could still try to evacuate to the Upper Nest.

In the middle of the performance, Wei asked Brother Ou to memorize the script so that he wouldn't be exposed during the performance later.

"Ah Wei, did you pull Wuwei up?"

"It was pulled up, but the Lord of the Black Templar was still frightened."

Arthur, the Lord of the Black Temple, did not have any suspicions, or rather, he was not qualified to doubt an ancient warrior. This was a fearless elder who had survived from more than 10,000 years ago to the present day, and was also a member of the Imperial Fist family. When he thought of Mallorian's terrifying "resume", Arthur really did not dare to have even a little suspicion.

Arthur also respected Wei. When he learned that Wei was also a 'millennium prison soldier' and a 'loyal iron warrior', and that he and Mallorian were once close friends, his genetic aversion to the Iron Warriors disappeared.

"Except for Emperor Fist and Contemptor Fearless, what are the settings of the other three?" Brother Ou wanted to understand the settings so that he could rehearse the lines later.

"Two of them are set as Ultramarines, and one is set as White Scars."

"White Scars Fearless, it's amazing how you could come up with this."

The Fifth Legion—the White Scars, or Space Mongols—are a group of free-spirited men. For them, life's greatest joy lies in racing their beloved motorcycles, a galaxy of speed and excitement. For the White Scars, life without racing is incomplete. They'd rather just kill them with a single blow than pretend to be fearless. (This is a bit of a stereotype, isn't it?)

"It's just to make up the numbers anyway. When the time comes, Brother Ou, you can just chat with the Ultramarines Dreadnought."

"Alright, I'm almost at the passage area, time to start charging."

Brother Ou activated the Iron Halo and charged directly into the crowd despite the cultists' firepower. The Nebula Hammer Guards and the Black Templars followed closely behind him. They were like a row of ruthless bulldozers. Anyone who touched them would be injured, and anyone who was hit would be killed.

Seeing that the enemies in the passage were in chaos, Wei called back Fearless from the front and launched an attack on the passage together with the Imperial Guards.

"Charge! Charge!"

Top Nest, Palace of the Planetary Governor.

Koslo used all his strength to lie down on a piece of gravel so that he could see the fight between the two swordsmen.

Er Yu's medical injections did not improve Koslo's injuries, but his consciousness remained barely clear under the effect of the drugs. However, this was more like a last gasp of life. Koslo could feel his life slipping away, and he would die soon.

At the beginning of the battle, neither Eryu nor Lucius launched an attack. They just stood there motionless, looking like two sculptures.

Koslo coughed inopportunely due to his injury, and a drop of blood slid from the corner of his mouth. As the blood splashed on the ground, Eryu and Lucius moved at the same time.

The two men's movements were so fast that Koslo could not see clearly. From his perspective, he could only see the countless sword lights and sparks produced by the collisions of the two swords, and his ears could hear the continuous collision (forging) sounds of the two swords.

Too fast, too strong.

Koslo realized that his strength was not on the same level as those two swordsmen. He did not expect to see such a battle before his death. If he could learn part of it, his strength would definitely be further improved.

The harvest was great and I will definitely be able to use it next time.

Er Yu did not count how many swords he and Lucius had fought, because neither he nor Lucius had shown their true strength. This round of confrontation was just a test to allow both of them to roughly understand each other's strength.

No one knew how many Eryu Lucius had retained, but he did not focus all his attention on the battle. To be more precise, he was absent-minded, because there was a person behind him who was about to die. He had to keep an eye on Koslo's life in case the person really died, and he also had to move the battle position away to prevent Koslo from being affected.

After another sword strike, the two men temporarily distanced themselves from each other. Er Yu looked at the life monitoring panel in the helmet. Koslo's life index was still declining. He didn't know how long it would take for Gloria to come and pick him up. If she didn't come soon, the line would be broken.

"I really didn't expect that~"

After testing each other, Lucius realized the identity of the opponent A from Eryu's swordsmanship. Lucius was very familiar with the swordsmanship used by the opponent, because this was the swordsmanship of the Emperor's son, and it was at least at the level of a court swordsman.

The Court Swordsmen were a special warrior brotherhood of the Emperor's Children during the Great Crusade. Their membership was not fixed, but each one was undoubtedly the Emperor's Children's finest swordsman. Lucius was once a member of the Court Swordsmen.

"Ten thousand years have passed, and I can actually meet my former brother in a place like this~" Lucius opened his arms, with a sickening joy on his face.

brother?

Koslo heard what Lucius said, a damned traitor said that the champion of Nebula Hammer was his brother?

"Even with new armor, your sword won't lie. An imitator can never reach this level, so who are you?" Lucius made a thoughtful expression, as if he was trying to find someone who met the requirements in his long-corrupted brain. In his memory, too many people died, but there were also those who escaped by chance and whose fate was unknown.

"Oh~ Let me guess, are you Carlin Zaven? Lakadio? Or one of those missing Death Eagles?"

Lucius first guessed from his memory of the Emperor's son, whose whereabouts he had lost. Seeing that Eryu had no reaction, he thought in a more daring direction:

"Are you one of the lucky ones on Istvan III?"

"Solomon Demeter? Impossible, I killed him with my own hands~"

"Abdamon? News of his death has spread throughout the legion."

"It can't be Saul Tarvitz, right? But I've fought him before, and your swordsmanship isn't like his."

Suddenly, Lucius burst into laughter and rattled off a long list of names of loyalists from the Emperor's Children, but Koryu remained unmoved.

"It seems I can't remember. I've forgotten so many things in the past ten thousand years." Lucius scratched his bald head and said, "Now tell me, brother, who are you? Let me know your name so I can take you to enjoy that incomparable bliss~"

Looking at Lucius's crazy look, Er Yu remained silent. He only had one sentence in his mind for Lucius:

Who are you targeting?

"Don't you want to answer? What a pity. Once I cut off your head and take off your helmet, I will know who you are." Lucius's guess was almost right. Since the other party was unwilling to say it, he would let him reveal it himself.

"When we were fighting just now, I saw that you seemed to be very concerned about that piece of trash, right? If you want to fight me seriously, you can't bring any burden with you. Let me help you deal with it, brother~"

Lucius swung the demonic weapon on his right arm - the Whip of Torment, stretched it out and whipped it towards Koslo who was behind Eryu.

Er Yu slashed at the Whip of Torture with his sword. The demonic weapon was not so easy to cut. His sword shifted the whip's landing point, preventing it from hitting Koslo.

"Be serious, brother. Why bother about that loser? Let's fight each other until one of us dies!" Lucius swung the Whip of Torture again, and this time he swung it directly at Eryu.

Er Yu watched the long whip falling, and when it was about to hit him, he shifted his body slightly, and the whip of torture almost brushed his body and hit the ground, splashing a lot of gravel.

In order to prevent Lucius from continuing to attack Koslo, Eryu took the initiative to attack. He instantly crossed the distance between him and Lucius, and his sword collided again with the evil blade in Lucius's hand - the Blade of Laer.

It was another continuous fight, but this time, with each move, Lucius could feel Er Yu getting stronger, and soon he felt the pressure.

Er Yu's attacks became more and more fierce, making Lucius feel that he could not fully defend himself with swordsmanship alone. He began to use his steps to dodge. After dodging a horizontal slash, Lucius seized an opportunity and used the Whip of Torture to force Er Yu back.

"You really surprise me~ Is this your full strength?" Lucius hadn't met such a powerful swordsman for a long time, which made his blood boil.

Made of staff.

The battle just now was just a warm-up for Eryu, and he was just now preparing to increase the intensity of his attack on Lucius.

Er Yu silently took a stance, his legs spread wide apart as he slowly sank down, rubbing the sword in his right hand against the armor on his left arm. This combat sword had already had a crack in the first two rounds of fighting, and compared to the Blade of Lar, this sword was too ordinary.

Without paying attention to the status of the weapon, there was only a loud bang, and the place where Er Yu was standing was left with only smoke and dust. In a flash, he rushed in front of Lucius and slashed with a sword.

The angle of Er Yu's sword was very tricky, catching Lucius off guard. He blocked the sword with some difficulty, but the second sword came immediately, aiming at Lucius' throat.

After barely blocking the second sword, Lucius began to counterattack. He launched attacks from three different directions in succession, but all of them were perfectly parried by Er Yu. The last blow was deflected by Er Yu, destroying Lucius's balance, which was a fatal mistake for the swordsman.

Er Yu aimed his sword straight at Lucius's head. Lucius had no time to resist. The Howling Soul Armor on his body let out a sharp scream, and the lethal sound waves made Er Yu pause for a moment, which gave Lucius a moment to defend himself. He successfully blocked Er Yu's fatal blow, and the two swords collided again.

A crisp sound was heard, and the sword in Eryu's hand reached its limit.

The sword is broken.

Chapter 73 Please Guide Me!

The Blade of Lar is a demonic weapon enshrined in the temple by the alien race called the Rath. After the Emperor's Children Legion wiped out the Rath, Fulgrim pulled out the sword, and the fall of the Phoenix began.

After Fulgrim ascended to the power of a demon, he gave the sword to Lucius. At this time, the Blade of Laer no longer possessed the power of demons, but it was still a powerful single-edged sword with exquisite workmanship. It was still terrifying in the hands of Lucius the Undying.

The weapon in Eryu's hand was just a combat sword that could be considered a fine-crafted weapon, but the Blade of Laer was very ordinary in comparison. It had neither a decomposition stand installed on it nor any strange protection. The reason why he could fight with the Blade of Laer for so long was due to Eryu's top-level force-dissipating skills, otherwise it would have broken in the first wave of confrontation.

The broken blade of Lar's Blade crossed Lucius's face, leaving a shallow wound. Lucius took the opportunity to attack Eryu with sword and whip. Eryu dodged the attack with just a few simple movements and also distanced himself from Lucius.

"Haha~ Looks like you're unlucky, brother." Lucius touched the wound on his face. The situation just now was really thrilling. If the sword in the opponent's hand had not broken, could he still block the next attack?

Even though he was nearly killed, Lucius didn't think his opponent was better than him in terms of swordsmanship alone. This was his confidence as the Emperor's Children's greatest swordsman. Since his teacher's death, no one among the Emperor's Children had surpassed him in swordsmanship. (This is true. After the Heresy, Lucius was indeed the best among the Emperor's Children in terms of swordsmanship alone.)

However, Eryu's strength still exceeded Lucius's imagination. With his swordsmanship, body skills and explosive power, he would never be an unknown person among the emperor's sons. This also made Lucius even more curious about his identity. He narrowed the scope of his guesses, but no one he could think of could match the person in front of him.

For some reason, Lucius always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the other party, including the battle just now. Every move and every posture made his dusty memories resurface in his mind.

Lucius thought of someone, but he immediately dismissed the idea because if it was that person, he would have died in the first round of battle... right?

Having become the Emperor's number one swordsman and become stronger over the past ten thousand years, will I really still be as powerless in front of that person as before?

Lucius doesn't think so.

"How lucky! You almost killed me~" Lucius licked the sweet blood on his face with his alien-like slender tongue. "But equipment is also part of strength. Without your sword, how can you defeat me?"

Er Yu looked at the half-broken battle sword in his hand, and after swinging it casually twice, he pointed the broken sword at Lucius.

Can’t kill the enemy if the sword is broken?

How could a sword be such an inconvenient thing!

After these rounds of fighting, Er Yu has figured out Lucius's level. Even if he throws away his sword and fights with his bare hands, Lucius will never be his opponent.

"You want to fight me with a broken sword? You don't have to, brother." Lucius laughed and said in a tone that sounded as gentle as possible, "With such strength, why do you still serve the Corpse King? Come back to us, brother. This is where you belong."

"Everyone you know is here, the Legion, and the Primarch! Come on, brother, and enjoy endless joy with us~"

Faced with Lucius's persuasion, Eryu's choice was to remain indifferent.

It was too much to try to convince Eryu with this kind of rhetoric. He was not the real son of the Emperor, and he didn't know any of the Legion Primarchs. What Lucius said was completely like talking to a deaf ear.

Seeing that Eryu didn't respond at all, Lucius sighed hypocritically. He knew that these foolishly loyal guys would not be persuaded, even if ten thousand years had passed.

"It looks like there's nothing more to talk about."

Lucius's playful smile faded, perhaps because Eryu's swordsmanship had aroused his competitive spirit. This time, he would not rely on his special abilities to achieve victory, but would use his true strength to defeat this former "colleague" in front of him:

"I'm going to use all my strength next, so be careful, brother~"

Having just been caught off guard by Eryu's explosive power, Lucius prepared to take the initiative in attacking so that he could control the rhythm.

Er Yu noticed Lucius's imperceptible movements. He had predicted what Lucius would do. Even if he had a broken sword in his hand, it would not be a problem to get rid of Lucius in ten moves. If he really wanted to get serious, he could also ask Gloria to send the saber over.

But Eryu had no interest in fighting any further. He dropped the broken sword in his hand and walked towards the lying Koslo.

Lucius was confused at first, but he soon realized the reason.

"Oh~ So that's how it is."

The sound of the Thunderhawk's engine was approaching the two of them. Lucius sheathed his Raal Blade and looked over. The silver-blue Thunderhawk had appeared in his field of vision. He said with a hint of regret:

"It really disturbs my interest. It seems that our confrontation this time ends here."

Lucius retreated into the ruins to avoid being locked by the Thunder Eagle. He was not afraid of being killed, but it would be a waste if he missed the fun because of the resurrection time.

"But we will meet again soon, brother." Lucius' voice continued, "You will come back to find me, right here, and then we will decide life and death."

By the time the Thunder Eagle was overhead, Lucius had disappeared.

Eryu stood beside Koslo, waiting for the Thunder Eagle to land. He heard Koslo ask in a weak voice:

"Who are you..."

Eryu remained silent, and Koslo no longer had the energy to speak.

The Thunderhawk landed, and two Nebula Hammer warriors placed Koslo on a stretcher and carried him into the Thunderhawk. After taking the two away, they took off and headed towards the Black Templar's battle barge.

The traitors who occupied the passages between the upper and lower nests were quickly eliminated under the attack from the front and back. The Word Bearers ignored this group of troops. If the Imperial Guard wanted to abandon their positions and retreat to the upper nest at this time, he would be so amused.

Ou Ge brought some of the Black Templar Honor Guards found in the Upper Nest into the defensive position. After talking with the Honor Guards, Arthur learned that the planetary governor was a traitor.

"Where is Marshal Koslo?" Arthur asked. The Honor Guard was here, but why was the person they were supposed to protect missing?

The remaining Honor Guards could only shake their heads. They still hadn't fully understood the situation. First, they were thrown to the upper nest by spatial fluctuations, and all communications were cut off. They didn't even know whether Koslo was still in the top nest. They almost died at the hands of a traitor. After being rescued by Brother Ou, they could only follow him to the lower nest.

Arthur originally wanted to find Brother Ou to ask what was going on, after all, the two chapter masters were going to the banquet together, but the two Contemptor Dreadnoughts found Brother Ou before he did.

"Glad to see you're still safe and sound, sir," one of the Contemptors said respectfully to Ou Ge.

"Ten thousand years have passed. There is no need for you to call me that anymore. Now I am just an ordinary Astartes."

"How can this be possible? Even after ten thousand years, you are still a member of the Ultramarines Legion..."

"Since that day, I am no longer, the Legion is long gone, and even our past is forgotten."

"But that incident is not your fault, and the Primarch also..." Another Contemptuous wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ogo.