Chapter 378 Lucius
Lucius is running wantonly on the sand under the spotlight, and the pair of exquisite but superficial ceremonial daggers have been left in the corpses of his second and third opponents respectively. .
Now he is holding in his hand the alien scimitar he just snatched from the mercenary in the fourth scene who thought he could defeat him without a weapon - a very rough iron bar with average balance. Normally, he would never let his fingers touch such a crude iron bar, but now, it seems that if he wants to get the weapon, he can only take it from the hands of opponents who are getting upgraded one after another.
His limbs stretch like some kind of lightning elf in the atmosphere, and his secret blood lust no longer has any cover up here. Now that he is here, all he has to do is enjoy this moment for him. On the big stage built, the servo skulls flew up and down around Lucius above him, showing everyone the fatality, danger and death contained in his beauty, and he was generous and did not hesitate to do so.
The idea that the female lord wants to use him as the main dish for her and the bloodthirsty audience is wonderful, but the largest arena that can be built on an Ignis-class heavy cruiser is limited by its hull size. The limitation is that it is grand, dangerous and challenging enough within the cognition of mortals——
For example, this arena does not require him to jump around on various broken planetary debris, agricultural platforms spraying chemicals, or huge branches, nor does it hide too vicious traps under the ground or make people directly The corrosive solution pool of death does not even arrange for some large carnivorous flying creatures or giant spiders to carry out long and painful predatory executions on the "blood food" thrown into it. In most cases, there is no need to guard against coming from the air and air. The attack here made Lucius feel that the battle process was much easier.
It is an arena that does not exceed the most vicious human imagination. It is shaped like a giant bowl, with fences, a decent moat, decent lights, and a decent sand floor. Well - those bunkers that serve as atmosphere. , some old weapon boxes, vehicle wreckage and sandbags from the Astra Militarum and Imperial Navy jump gangs are dotted in the venue, in addition to bringing inconvenience in slowing down the movement of a giant like Lucius in most situations. Absolutely useless outside.
"If you can survive to the sixth game." The female lord said to him, "I will allow you to come forward and kiss my hand and choose a weapon; and if you challenge all eight games, I will allow you to come forward and kiss my hand. It's done - I've never had such a feat in my banquet before, so in order to reward you, I can fulfill one of your requests."
"Any request?"
The Gorda female lord raised her delicately slender eyebrows, "Normally, yes, do you want to ask for freedom? If you are willing to accept some surgical implants, it is not impossible -"
Lucius smiled and raised the bloody remnant blade in his hand towards her, "No, I want to know in one sentence, in which lovely jewelry box you hide my less beautiful cousins."
The lines of the woman's face tightened sharply, and she stared at him sternly, but Lucius responded with a smile that made the surrounding audience constantly scream and praise. He had practiced countless times in front of the mirror. A perfect smile.
"Okay." She nodded arrogantly, "As long as you fight all eight gladiatorial games and win."
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Obviously From that point on, the enemies at the back were improvised and made more difficult.
The gladiator team originally on the elevator was removed, and his Lyman ears captured the movements of more dangerous carnivorous beasts.
As expected, the fifth scene was an alien six-legged lizard-like thing, said to be a lizard. This thing was as big as a dragon and as cunning as the most cunning human beings, but in the end Lucius He still chopped off its head, and just when he stepped on the monster's blue head, without giving him much time to breathe, the sixth one - a cunning death spider - the venom of this thing is harmful to the interstellar. It was also fatal for the warrior, who appeared behind the shadow of the entrance, causing gasps and exclamations from the spectators in the stands, which then turned into high-pitched shouts of ecstasy.
The fanatical atmosphere and the smell of blood intertwined into a joyful and colorful ocean.
Lucius shook his head: Here we go again, why does he think that the people sitting in the stands are all... aliens with pointed ears?
But this does not affect his attack.
The beast roared and bit at him. He grasped the sharp spikes on its bony face, and while avoiding the sharp-toothed mouthparts with traces of carrion hanging on it, he grinned and spit hard into its dense eyes, which were still considered normal creatures. Take a mouthful of acidic saliva.
Then things will be much easier.
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“The sixth game doesn’t seem to be a problem for you. Come here, beautiful little wild cat with splayed teeth, kiss my hand, and choose your weapon.” He didn’t Like the previous part, but getting a sword that fits as well as possible is something he really needs.
The death spider in scene six failed to actually bite him, but the venom still splashed near the wound and caused trouble - he felt slightly paralyzed, so he urgently needed a sword. As long as he had a sword in his hand, Lucius would Can create miracles.
At the moment when the swordsman's lips brushed against the cold and pale skin of the female lord, Lucius flashed in front of his eyes a place that seemed to be a stasis cell and a huge human preservation bag - those suspended There are creatures wrapped in transparent plastic materials in the air: some are humans, some are aliens, some are complete, some are incomplete, and some of them have particularly wide and thick bodies that he cannot mistake, and various cables and hoses. In addition to every liquid capsule inserted here, it is obvious that in addition to nutrition or breathing gas, there must also be a sedative component, because every body here looks pale and lifeless, but there is no doubt that it is alive - —The chest is still rising and falling slightly——
This kind of continuous hanging facility is undoubtedly very convenient for the classification and storage of "goods". It can be seen that the female lord is a person who likes to organize at a glance——This is simply Like some kind of flesh and blood grape trellis...
Suddenly another strange roar rushed toward him from behind the curtain of the supreme sky, mixed with the vision or scene display that had become more and more intense since just now. ——
Lucius found that his feet were dangling in the air, his hands were pulled apart by some unnatural, obviously artificially cultivated creature with curly tentacles, and he was suspended above a huge corpse pit with countless sharp victims. The screams of the attackers kept ringing behind his eyeballs, making his head hurt, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the living howling human face on his armor - were there more Astartes being killed around him? Hanging here? Their colorful and overly colorful paintings all have the same symbol - that symbol is - his head hurts even more - blood red -
Some strange Gothic accent spoke to him through the voice of an alien female that hissed like a viper.
"Do you like my hanging garden?"
"Do you like what I prepared for you?" The woman's voice overlapped with the voice of the alien female, pulling Lucius into a trance. to another screen.
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Here it comes again, that dizziness, he sees it again.
Under this strange and alien arena, in the darkest criss-crossing spiderweb-like tunnels, he shuddered to see his own face: the face that he had once been proud of and disliked that it took the spotlight was now covered with scars. , twisted and crooked, looking at him with a carefree smile from the opposite side of the surgical frame or torture rack where he was tied.
His trembling eyelids raised, and then he saw the face of the man who was obviously being protected rather than monitored by two aliens who were performing irreversible horrific operations on his body.
He is a colleague he is very familiar with.
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The orcs in the seventh game were almost on the verge of achieving their victory, if Lucius hadn’t suddenly woken up from his dazed state.
The silver-haired palace swordsman gritted his teeth.
“Never!”
He shouted, “Don’t ever think of me turning into that out-of-control and ugly look!!”
The punters behind the curtain The commotion started, and the quarrel began to develop into a fight. Body parts and blood were splashed down, like some kind of fireworks, making the demon prince who was sitting on top smile sweetly.
(End of this chapter)