Chapter 260 Butterfly and Phantom of the Past
Lucius stood on the side of the high platform of the gladiatorial cage, trying to move and test his armored limbs, wrists, shoulders, waist, and legs.
Even as proud as he is, he knows that fighting against a Primarch without the assistance of his own power armor and electronic muscles cannot be used as an excuse to cover up the past with confidence and pride. A complete faux pas.
And he did not want to be rude to His Highness Angron.
On the contrary, Lucius wanted to attract as much attention as possible to His Highness Angron, and if he could get this talkative Highness to let go, he could often go to his glory. It would be even better if the Queen is with you. Well, those unfriendly cousins on the Desert Ark, well, not a big problem! As long as His Highness Angron still looks at me.
His original damaged Mark IV power armor had been urgently repaired by the Ironblood Armory - after he found an Iron Ring Marine and loudly asked the other party to take him to repair his power armor - Thor Tarvitz and the others were originally worried that this would cause unnecessary trouble, but the Emperor's Children from Istvan III found that they were completely overly worried.
One of the two owners of this place is obviously very good at and accustomed to dealing with the unreasonable troubles of some beautiful little things. There is one owner-the half-body of Lord Perturabo of the Fourth Legion-at least someone is there This is what he told them as he poured the truth like a storm, "All you need to know is that just like the Twentieth Legion, the Fourth Legion - the Silver Skull Chapter - no matter what it is called, the Iron Warriors are now fortunate to be led by two The Primarch Commanders, their names are His Highness Lamizane and His Highness Perturabo, you should maintain due respect and courtesy to either of them - no matter what you accidentally see him look like! "
Of course, the Emperor's Children soon learned why the former Imperial Regent added that last emphasis.
Two minutes after Lucius yelled his request towards the iron ring, everyone present saluted the two comers who were striding towards them: a machine with the name "Kaidomo" written on it The Contemptor's Dreadnaught is probably as beautifully decorated as the Ancient Sage of Rilanor, except for the different colors, and the taller figure next to Dauntless is a living demigod walking on the ground.
The Primarch's unparalleled grace was irrefutable, and when his ice-blue eyes stared over, Lucius felt a sharp icy thorn-like feeling rising from his soul. Ruthless and inhumane, this was his first impression of this primarch.
After about fifteen minutes of conversation and the power armor and weapons that had been quickly repaired during this period, Lucius became very happy and thought that "this" Fourth Primarch was what he saw. The most amiable and well-spoken noble Highness who has ever lived - probably only a little less coquettish than the powerful Highness Angron and the perfect Highness Fulgrim.
"This" Fourth Primarch also has an indescribable and strange sense of inhumanity, as if the person Lucius is talking to could be anything, but not a human being.
Being honored to realize this made Lucius feel very happy, as if he had a strange and secret feeling of finding his companions, well, and the desserts brought to them by His Highness the Iron Warriors It’s also full of energy and incredibly delicious.
He subconsciously licked his lips. After finally escaping from Isstvaan III, all these feelings gave him great feelings, but none of them were as good as Lord Angron. The feeling of power pouring into his brain.
It was so warm, so scorching, so undeniably pure and powerful. That power ruthlessly spread like a promethium flame to his limbs, his soul, his heart, and his last The secret desire, the darkest corner of his soul that he was not aware of, brought the despicability, arrogance, vanity, and arrogance of this boy named Lucius to the extreme. He could not stand any setback or criticism at all, nor could he withstand even the slightest bit of it. The tempting human pretense was completely burned away, he had no place to be ashamed of, he had nowhere to stay, and he was completely unable to...resist.
Ah, what a wonderful feeling. He was forced to refuse to face but had to face his own despicable and despicable emotions naked. He couldn't even close his eyes to deceive himself. It pressed his soul and looked at those feelings. The things that were tightly integrated with him, lived and died together, and were part of his essence were burned completely by the great power of gold and silver in the extreme pain that burned away the soul.
Lucius almost trembled to the point of humming because of this memory.
But he only had to look at the other side of the arena, and his attention was immediately grabbed by the presence of the 12th Primarch. In Lucius's eyes, the emotions of everyone in the entire hall , hopes and souls seemed to be attracted by the magnificent red-haired original body, and were burned into glazed ashes in the blazing final flames.
Angron sighed softly, visible to the naked eye. His face was filled with a deep tiredness, like a man who found that he had to be responsible for an adopted child every month. A tired middle-aged man paying alimony.
Lucius drew his exquisite long sword decorated with silk and gold for the last time and waved it in the air, the long blade buzzing with joy.
"Let's end it as soon as possible."
When the last words of this sentence were still floating around the gladiatorial cage, and the sound waves had not yet reached the outermost reaches of the audience, Angron launched his attack—— It was obvious that the Primarch was not entirely unmindful of all the unreasonable offenses Lucius had made towards him. For a giant with an astonishing physique like Angron Petra, his fighting speed was terrifying. When the ax struck the first blow, the pressure that even compressed the air made those who faced him feel Lucius could barely breathe.
It felt like facing a Sikaran battle tank sprinting over at double speed.
No, it is impossible to block the attack with a sword, such overwhelming power! Totally unstoppable! My sword and the person will be chopped into pieces immediately!
The blood all over Lucius's body was boiling. He moved and dodged amidst the sound of the deadly ax breaking through the air with great joy, narrowly and narrowly dodging the high-speed slashes of the original body like a butterfly in a storm. His footwork is extremely exquisite, his movements are completely without thinking, and they are no longer related to the martial arts footwork edited in the Astartes genes. Those things are simply too late to resist the speed of a Primarch! And part of his brain now is even alienated from what is watching him——
In the spotlight, the swordsman rookie of the Emperor's Children was wearing power armor, but he walked out feeling shaky and flying, purple and The golden color swayed on the arena, as if it had no weight whatsoever.
But there was no place for Lucius to hide. The gladiatorial cage was only of this size. Angron's arm and ax were astonishingly long, and his long sword was too long to make any counterattack.
No.
He smiled towards the Primarch.
But that doesn’t stop me from being close to you.
The helplessness on Angron's face was almost visible to the naked eye. He swung his ax again, forcing the swordsman into a blind corner of the railing.
But Lucius was soft - it was almost impossible to be as soft as a snake wearing power armor. He leaned over, and the ax made a huge impact with the railing, and was embedded straight into the adamantine alloy. The material was like a shackle, and people found that Lucius's neck was stuck at the intersection of the ax blade and the handle, and a stream of blood flowed down his neck.
But the Emperor's Son's feverish joy continued unabated, and he cried out with joy, using the distance finally shortened to stab the weakest part of the primarch's armor with the long sword in his hand. .
The blade shattered.
Then Angron hit Lucius in the chest with a heavy punch that broke the barrier.
The purple-gold breastplate is dented visibly to the naked eye, and broken golden decorations are flying like rain.
Amidst the exclamations of the audience, Lucius took two difficult breaths from the chest cavity with broken ribs and coughed out more blood.
Smiled with satisfaction.
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Appendix: According to unreliable sources, Lucius in this work may have looked closer to this before he got on the ship (
Also: Daan was really innocent. He just felt sorry at the time and didn’t have time to say anything, so he arrested him. He was forcibly brainwashed by an officer, and he didn't think much about it, but it might have something to do with the fact that the original material provider of the emotional personality template he used was named Kahn
(End of this chapter)