Chapter 379 One-day Champion
"Do you want to continue?" The female lord even asked patiently, as if she was seeing a charity given to a poor stray animal on the roadside, "The eighth game finally The fight is over. Don’t you fight for yourself?”
Lucius shook his head.
He no longer had any doubts about his own nature at this moment.
He already understands.
There is no doubt that on that day, on the day when the greatest betrayal and the betrayal that never happened happened.
He was recast.
Like a sharp and gorgeous sword that has never been fully tempered, it has been infused, melted, and recast by the flames of the twelfth Primarch. The confusion in his heart so far has been Passed through in continuous battles.
Fighting for the destiny of others, fighting for the highest perfection is such a perfect feeling.
Though he is in tatters, he has achieved perfect balance.
He is both the son of the Third Legion and a fighter of the Twelfth Legion.
Between the two, yin and yang, the cold moon and the scorching sun are perfectly integrated. In the eternal life of the sun and moon, Lucius gradually understood what he had become now, what a different warrior he was.
He was Fulgrim's son, and he will be Angron's most loyal descendant.
He had achieved a perfection that none of his foolish companions had ever achieved.
If you are born to protect, you will fight to protect.
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Lucius was rarely out of breath.
A drop of sweat dripped down the ends of his silver hair, and was quickly absorbed by the white sand dyed red.
He was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the broken sword. The wounds all over his body bore traces of various attacks—cutting, chopping, tearing, biting, beating, puncturing, and corroding—some of them It has been covered by the repair cells secreted by his Lariman organ. Some of them have also stopped bleeding, but some are dripping red due to the poison on the weapons or the corrosive venom spewed by spiders and other animals. liquid and light yellow tissue fluid.
Undoubtedly, although he eventually won all eight battles, the aftereffects of the attacks that his body in reality and his soul in the highest heaven suffered at the same time in the process began to frustrate Lucius. His agile limbs became as dull as if they were filled with lead, and his reactions became unprecedentedly sluggish.
But amidst the mess, the face of the Thirteenth Company Commander was still as flawless as a white water lily, and even the scars left in the past were taken away by the power of the Lord of Nuceria, as if those scars were originally there. It was to open the first crack in the fragile and beautiful porcelain glaze, and the red-haired king accidentally melted them all again and repaired them as if they were perfect. The Astartes, who had a famous appearance even among the descendants of the Phoenix, raised his head and looked at the female lord, and smiled. The smile, as always, perfectly combined the innocent look, the handsome statue and the cruel warrior.
"Then," blood mixed with foamy saliva seeped out from his broken mouth and gums, staining his white and neat teeth pink, "then, my lady "Have I now won the reward I was promised?"
The female lord of Gurda stared at him condescendingly, her jawline tightened, showing the master's offended displeasure for a moment? For a moment, she looked as if she wanted to order him to be dragged out and torn into fragments of flesh and bone, hung on a meat hook and fed to her beloved jewel-eating beetles.
But she didn't do it in the end, her cold gray eyes covered by the contemptuous sneer rising on her thin lips.
Colonel Elspeth Gorda, the Lord Lady, smiled towards Lucius, her Festival Arena Champion. Her smile could almost be described as gentle and beautiful, but everyone who was familiar with her saw the back of this smile. A chill began to pass through all of Xanadu.
"Oh, yes, isn't it? My beautiful—noble little swordsman." She raised her lips, "Although this is one of my biggest secrets of getting rich, I never thought it would be Tell it to anyone else, but who made you actually win all my challenge levels?"
She raised her hand and blasted away the servo skulls that gathered like flattering birds, Yu walked forward condescendingly, approaching the captive who was dripping wet from the heat of blood, sweat and tears - still behind her protective stance - after approaching him, she whispered those words in his ear. Secret: The location of the safe cell where the body is cryopreserved during sleep, the method of entry, the password and security measures, everything.
The champion swordsman's eyes widened in surprise, and his purple crystal-like eyes were clear and bright in the light.
Then the female lord took out her blood-stained arm with a satisfied smile for the first time in a while.
The blood was so fresh and steaming that it had just been pumped out from two extraordinary hearts - the palm at the top of that arm held a vicious alien weapon, which seemed to be inserted into his flesh and then rotated and biting. and an open flower or umbrella that decomposes all flesh it touches - it opens a hole so huge in his blood-sweat-stained chest that the genetically modified Astartes can be seen around the edges. The pale rib plates and the thick red muscle layer that were fused together——
She even hugged him tenderly when she finished speaking this sentence——This fatal hug could not even let him down. The fierce swordsman fought back. On the contrary, he just made a sigh-like sound from his emptied windpipe. His strong arm holding the sword hung softly and rested on her body, almost softly. And submissive, as if trying to retain her with an unforgettable hug.
——Lucius's two hearts, pre-installed stomach, two of his three lungs, as well as his blood-enhanced organs and Lariman organs were all completely smashed to pieces by this woman with a smile. Now, even the audience with the weakest eyesight can see from far behind Lucius in front of him - through the huge bloody hole that was gouged out and crushed.
“So you see, my beautiful Lucius, a thin person like me always has to have his own little tricks to survive in this universe. This is how promises are strictly followed, and secrets are also Protected like this."
She licked her thin and cold lips in retrospect. The two pieces of white flesh that had always been unhealthy now became extremely beautiful, as if the female lord had changed from the body of the person she murdered. It was as if some kind of surreal blood and vitality had been absorbed into his body.
Lucius did not answer. His body had never been so heavy. The cold air poured into the remaining parts of his chest, abdomen and limbs, rushing into the bottom of his brain. The last consciousness in his life was that he could not fall forward. Go - that would make it look like he was kissing the toe of that damn Bitch's boot -
And the muscles of the one-day champion at the Festival Arena made one last effort to do his proud thing .
Then Lucius looked up to the sky and fell heavily into blood and dust.
The cold whiteness of death climbed onto his frozen, beautiful face.
(End of this chapter)