Chapter 385: His Highness Fulgrim asked me to say hello to you
“Your opponent is me! The devil!”
Soul finally arrived at the location (?) where Lucius’ body was found (?) Er Tavitz first couldn't bear to look at Lucius's deathly face, which was luxuriously and unnaturally modified, as his beautiful head miraculously remained intact even on the blood-spattered dining table.
Then he drew his power sword at this huge twisted demon with a hundredfold anger. The grief and anger in his voice was so real and strong, infected by his determination and fighting spirit. The comrades silently dispersed around, taking the place of the vengeful Tavitz and counting the fish that had slipped through the net, lest the warrior's sacred revenge be interrupted by any unsighted interference.
Or.
"Hey, are we really not going to help him? Gavir? I remember Thor's sword skills actually..." Tariq, who has been talking more and more wildly recently, Mr. Togaton put up a vigilant posture and lived up to expectations. Di asked Gavir Loken quietly in the private channel.
"...His expertise may not be in martial arts, but he still has the normal martial arts qualities of a company commander, Togaton, at least." Gavel didn't realize that he also Being led astray, Loken thought about it for a moment, "At least wait until he can no longer support us..."
"Oh!" Togaton promised in his communication rosary, "We will do it in a while When he saw that it was almost done, he swarmed up, so that Tavitz could use his sword to chop off the head of this disgusting thing and pay homage to this stupid peacock - to be honest, although he had let him down in the duel with His Highness Angron. There are more than one performance that impressed me, but it is indeed sad that Lucius's swordsmanship was so superb, but he ended up with such a meaningless and blasphemous death."
"Indeed. Ken agreed, "This should not be the end of a warrior, especially a warrior who survived Istvaan III."
They fell silent as they remembered the scenes and memories on that planet that seemed like they were in another world. for a little while.
Tavitz has already rushed forward with his power sword, fighting with this strange demon. For the time being, it seems that his life is not in danger, because the excellent new weapon and his anger have made up for part of him. Insufficient force.
Most of the other people's attention was on the two duelists in the field.
So without anyone noticing.
Lucius's beautiful, pale and like a withered white rose head remains began to gradually disappear like petals falling.
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"The Emperor's son! The enemy who killed his father!"
Roaring out the war cry he was most familiar with, and the anger, sadness, confusion and confusion from those days on Isstvaan III to the present. Confused.
Thor Tarvitz unexpectedly cut off one of the demon's pincers with his anger, although the cost was that his breastplate was severely damaged by the opponent's whip-like tail. With a sharp blow, the whole person flew out, hit the gorgeous wall of the banquet hall and slid down.
"Tavitz!" Loken yelled, "Are you okay?!"
The answer was a roar filled with hatred and rage, smoke shattering from the walls The first thing that jumped out was the tenth company commander's pair of fighting eyepieces.
To be fair, saying that Tavitz is not good at martial arts is only based on the standards of the Third Legion or the Council of Four Kings.
His sword is already very fast, quite fast.
As soon as the first blow fell, the second blow followed quickly, and the third blow was cunningly cutting diagonally towards the devil's side ribs, which was missing a pincer.
If it weren't for its four pincers and two whip tails, it would undoubtedly be difficult for this newborn to deal with Tarvitz's attack.
But the bad thing is that its tail is as flexible as its pincers.
Losing one of his pincers undoubtedly taught him a lesson, and after dodging the Emperor's Children's furious slashes ("He really should have borrowed the two-handed axes from the Warhounds, a one-handed power sword would be better against this kind of thing"). The size is too small for the target." - Togaton language.), it cunningly used another pincer at the expense, and then the remaining two blocked Tavitz's action, vicious and flexible whip. The tail twisted Tavitz tightly and brought him to his mouth.
"Fresh...delicious...!" She or it chuckled. The demon used an unusually soft and feminine voice. The incongruity with its body shape was so great that it made people feel uncomfortable. To the point of getting goosebumps all over his body, the next whisper made Tavitz's counterattack freeze for a moment.
"Your Highness Fulgrim asked me to say hello to you..." It opened its long pointed mouthparts, and the thick whip-like tongue poked at the paused man with the force of a murder weapon. Tavitz's abdomen——
Just when others were either preparing to shoot or about to rush up and chop the demon with swords.
Brother "Whiterace" suddenly moved. He took a step forward, pulled out his black sword, and waved it.
The devil suddenly paused.
Then, it was like a flower of blood blooming everywhere from the inside out.
It started to fall apart.
In the end, its belly swelled like the guests she devoured, and the human-turned-eating demon howled and cursed, but it didn't help.
Its belly was opened, like a six-fold flesh-and-blood red lotus in full bloom.
In the deepest part of the lotus, a foot has stepped out.
Then another one.
A swordsman's steps that achieve exquisite and perfect balance.
“Oh, why are everyone here? Are they all here to pick me up? I’m so happy!”
Lucius, the living Lucius, who was as clean as ever, appeared happily in front of everyone.
Lucius, who had just been resurrected like some kind of miracle or worse, some kind of demonic ritual, stepped on the broken flesh and blood all over the ground without caring - the power that had descended from the supreme sky began to fade in secret. After that, these swollen and huge flesh and blood bones also began to shrink and shrink like losing water, returning to their original size when they were still in humans.
He looked around and curiously approached the Astartes figure in front of him.
"Although I could have come out without it, it is a very, very perfect sword," he said, his purple eyes shining with obvious interest, "There are actually Astartes who can Swing such a sword! Can I know your name first? My dear cousin, I cannot recognize the colorful descendants of Lord Guilliman."
"I am not. The blood of the Thirteenth Legion. I am the glorious son of Dorne." The other party replied briefly, "I will be named 'Whitereath' for the time being."
"Huh? But dear Brother Whitereath, my little gift from His Highness Angron tells me that your body seems to be a kind of machine that is not very approved of?"
"My original flesh and blood body has long been overwhelmed by the passage of time, but neither I nor my maker violated the Crimson Agreement."
"That's not the point of what I said!" The person who had just been resurrected said dissatisfiedly He poked the opponent's metal breastplate with his finger.
Sigismund seemed to want to avoid it, which made Lucius raise his eyebrows.
"Oh? Really? Which one is the point? Which one is it? Ah? Which one is it?!!! Lucius!!!!!! Don't harass other people!!!!!!!!!" You'd better explain to me what's going on! !
In the reflection of Sigismund's calm eyepiece.
A shadow, an extremely angry shadow appeared behind the playful and smiling champion swordsman.
(End of this chapter)