Chapter 380 The Forgotten Lucius Again
Above the stars and distant time and space.
Behind the shadows of the stars and the overlapping curtains.
In the invisible transformation of chaos, the armies commanded by the four most supreme powers in the sky are eyeing each other on each other's borders. They are in the eternal conquest of the realm where the power is most clearly and intuitively connected. About to explode again.
Ah, maybe there is something wrong with this. One of them does not really participate in the eternal battle between the other three, although the nasty blue soft-bodied creature who likes change also wants to take him. Also pull him in, because such a battlefield that is extremely chaotic and full of changing destiny is his favorite.
But Nurgle is often gentle and talkative after his demands are met.
The tiny bit of power that this fat, always good-tempered father obtained from a certain being was so pure that it was enough for him to create a poisonous plant at the border of his garden. The light yellow-green "wall" composed of swamp gas, mushroom spores, tiny mosquitoes and flies, and cute airborne bacteria and viruses, while blocking the troops of the other three beings, also allows his little cuties to They slowly and patiently "planted" the periphery of his garden, millimeter by millimeter, turning the fungus grass and living animals into bushes - as long as this gave time, it would always be possible. One day he will become the ultimate winner, but until then, he will be very patient and not too involved - even the "God of Chaos" will not be immune to such a good thing that he can win for nothing for a long time and still conform to his own teachings. Secretly having fun.
Of course, this is just what the kind grandfather thinks. As for the thoughts of his favored children - Nurgle is not ignorant. After all, their connections are now like They were like vibrant parasitic vines wrapped around each other's spirits, but Nurgle decided to watch their little fights lovingly. After all, young children are always relatively more lively.
But for now, he still has to focus his energy and attention on the important work at hand.
Nurgle stirred his cauldron, adding more plague ingredients and symptoms to it from time to time. Ah, the recipients of the blessing must not be allowed to die prematurely, nor should they be allowed to behave too quickly. Symptoms will appear, which will make those ignorant children who always think that they can resist the love of their fathers take unnecessary measures.
He carefully put a fat finger into the poisonous plague soup pot that was not turned on but was bubbling like boiling. He dipped it, raised it, and squinted his eyes——
Oh. It's a bit too much. The intensity of hemolysis and cell lysis in this plague seems to be a little too much.
The liquid stained on his chubby fingers began to dissolve the body surface and fingernails of the Father God, allowing this brown and cracked thing to fall in with a "pop" along with the rusty green, yellow and white pus. A bubbling soup pot.
“Oh.” He laughed, and the big devils in the garden raised their heads and looked admiringly in the direction of the loving father’s soup pot.
“This gift cannot be so straightforward. It must be more refined and graceful.”
He grunted and began to rummage through the dense pustules and blisters on his body and his broken and bulging belly. The belly was split open. He nonchalantly stuffed the smelly rotten intestines back, trying to find Produce more materials.
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The other three troops who were blocked outside the tranquil garden and had to face each other were obviously not so relaxed.
Amid the roar of rising blood and the fierce sound of bloodthirsty hooves slapping the ground, eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight soldiers composed of vampires, steel bull cavalry and bloodthirsty demons were like a blood frenzy. The legions appeared, wielding axes and blades in their hands. Opposite them are those gorgeous troops composed of Slaanesh demons, maids, military leaders and secret keepers, whose fragrance is so fragrant that it can instantly destroy the olfactory nerves of any mortal with insufficient protective measures. Various demons of all colors are posing in front of them. They laughed so hard that all the male and female sexual characteristics on their bodies were trembling. They waved their weapons provocatively towards the army of the Blood King. As a kind of mockery of the Prince of Darkness to the God of Blood, their slender bodies were full of power. of giant pliers are put together.
And between the two and in the sky above, there are followers and troops of the Lord of Changes flying or sitting on demonic flying discs and screaming flying sharks. The scribes are noisily using quills soaked in magic ink to keep writing. Every inanimate, living thing, or both present wrote a long scroll of their destiny, which aroused the interest of the owner of the Crystal Palace.
The gods behind the curtain were so confident when the battle began.
A warrior who firmly believes that such a magnificent warrior will eventually belong to him will add a bloody and efficient scenery to the skull next to his throne, and can enjoy the joy of cutting off his head and bathing in blood for eternity in hatred and moving forward.
The other one is even more convinced that someone who pursues perfection in himself and martial arts and was once the champion swordsman of the Third Legion must be more willing to reunite with his genetic father, and work together with his father and the great nation. In the palace of the demons' lustful pleasures, they realized higher, more, and more extreme bliss. For this reason, it even slightly condescended to send a little glance at that unimaginative mortal woman.
In view of this, there are also some Tzeentch who also claim that he will be happy to accept the champion's words in case the two of them cannot decide the winner. Khorne and Slaanesh are so confident and Naturally, no one is willing to give up their claim to Lucius' ownership in anger - yes, now his soul has indeed gained the asylum of others, and they cannot eat it or brand him with their own brand, but the rules of the supreme heaven Originating from the depths of the sea of spirit and soul, the mystery of the first resurrection means that even if they cannot obtain all of him, they will definitely be able to leave a deep impression on him.
Soon, the initial tentative battle after the formation quickly escalated into a large-scale legion battle, followed by a decisive battle between the respective demon princes and champions. The famous demons began to be summoned one after another and descended on this battlefield. On the top, the Tzeentch demon army sandwiched between the two sides flew ecstatically over the heads of the khorne demon army and the Slaanesh army. From time to time, they stirred up each other's greater desire to fight and the fluctuations in their fate. .
Just when the battle began to escalate to such a degree that the Eye of Terror and the real universe, reality reflected this great war between gods everywhere. Chaos warbands or cultists who believed in different masters were unified by the supreme inspiration from the highest heaven, and began to attack each other's demon planets or territories. At the same time, the master of a certain black legion and the tyrant of the Maelstrom It was a time when everyone began to be wary and seek help from soothsayers and prophecies.
Aboard the Ruthless Flame, which was forgotten by everyone (?).
Lucius' beautiful body lay there, carefully cleaned and re-decorated.
Flowers and gold threads worth more than a thousand gold were woven into a corolla and put on his smooth forehead, while his damaged body was washed until it turned white. The large amount of blood lost from his body made his whole body Looking so white and transparent, the expensive long wig made of silver and spider silk made him look a bit like the statue of his genetic father at this moment - if there was someone who had seen the Third Primarch present. words.
Alas, there were none here, so the broken place in his chest was filled with delicious food and salad, his jeweled armbands were wrapped with bunches of fragrant fruit, and in his palms he held precious apple peaches - Death The coldness of the food and the cooler underneath kept the rare delicacy well.
"Let us raise our glasses." The hostess of this extravagant and lustful banquet sat at the top, looking with satisfaction into the eyes of the fearful and greedy people below.
“Let’s enjoy the main course of the banquet, everyone.”
(End of Chapter)