Blood Battle with Lucius

The doping support behind Lucius was buzzing.

A large amount of highly concentrated stimulants were injected into his body.

This stand was the device Lucius won after his victory at the Commorragh Arena.

It contains various neurostimulants that can enhance his speed and strength.

It can also keep him happy and excited at all times.

Lucius was incredibly fast, like a ghost.

Ordinary people would find it difficult to even catch a glimpse of his afterimage.

Lucius stuck out his long tongue and licked his chapped lips.

He was already thinking about how to torture and kill this fool who didn't know his own death.

Warmaster held his breath, gripped his sword with both hands, tensed his muscles, and prepared to unleash his full power at any moment.

Lucius's swordsmanship had reached its peak during the Great Crusade, making him virtually unmatched.

After receiving Slaanesh's blessing, he honed his skills for ten thousand years and defeated many Imperium heroes.

Warmaster knew very well that he was no match for his opponent.

But the Archmagos is key to the Primarch's resurrection; if Lucius is allowed to kill him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, he had to step forward.

Even if they are no match for him, they must hold off Lucius.

Moreover, the Warmaster also devised a strategy to defeat his opponent even when his swordsmanship was inferior.

Lucius's attack was swift and deadly, like a viper striking.

The blade sliced through the air so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch it.

Clang!

The Warmaster used his greatsword to block the Laer Blade in Lucius's hand, which was surging with vicious power.

The blades clashed, producing a resounding clang.

Then, Lucius struck several more times.

The Warmaster blocked it with his master-level Two-handed Sword skills.

"They have some ability, but that's about it."

Lucius was incredibly arrogant.

He quickened his pace, unleashing First Company barrage of attacks at the Warmaster.

Each strike was delivered from a tricky and vicious angle, making it difficult to defend against.

The Warmaster had no choice but to retreat repeatedly to dodge the opponent's attacks.

The Warmaster, who was at a disadvantage, came up with a plan and shouted loudly.

"You are not as good as Tavitz."

Lucius's expression changed, his face contorted in pain, and his eyes grew increasingly malevolent.

"I don't care, he's dead, and I'm still alive."

Warmaster smiled.

The realism of games also has its advantages.

For example, when taunting the enemy until their defenses are breached.

The opponent's movements will show flaws and be inconsistent.

"Do you remember Sharrowkyn of the Raven Guard?"

"Tsk tsk, you lost to him twice, especially the second time. He could kill you as easily as killing a dog."

Lucius paused, his relentless attack momentarily halted.

Warmaster seized the opportunity and swept his greatsword horizontally.

Lucius had to create distance to avoid the greatsword's attacks.

"Fulgrim prefers Tavitz, but unfortunately Tavitz is unwilling to betray the Emperor."

"As for you, he doesn't want you at all; Eidolon even looks down on you."

"Do you remember how you groveled and begged Eidolon for a chance on Isstvan III?"

"If it weren't for Tavitz's fierce resistance, you wouldn't have had a chance at all."

"Eidolon wouldn't even deign to speak to you; he'd rather cut off your head and claim credit for it."

"In the end, everything you have now is built on Tavitz."

"Even now, if you and Tavitz were placed in front of Fulgrim, your Primarch would choose Tavitz without hesitation."

"I'm going to kill you!" Lucius screamed.

Visible sound waves were released from his mouth.

With his keen combat instincts, Warmaster rolled away and dodged the attack.

The sound waves shattered the ruined Wraithbone structure, turning it into dust.

If it were to fall on a person, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The Warmaster stood up, swung his greatsword, and slashed at his opponent.

Lucius swung his sword to parry, but the force was too great.

He was forced to take a few steps back, staggering.

"You're not even a hair on Tavitz's head. In the loyalist camp, Tavitz can easily suppress you."

"If he chooses to betray us, Fulgrim will probably be overjoyed."

"You are enraged and eager to kill me because you know very well that what I said is true."

The Warmaster rushed forward, provoking Lucius with words, and thrust his greatsword forward.

Lucius was forced to retreat, awkwardly creating distance between himself and the enemy.

Warmaster pressed forward relentlessly, seizing an opportunity to ram into his opponent, causing him to lose his balance and retreat once more.

Then, another downward slash came, which Lucius deflected with his Laer Blade.

But the Warmaster quickly changed tactics, thrusting his sword in a counter-attack and tearing open Lucius's neck armor.

The sharp serrations pierced through the armor imbued with supernatural power.

Accompanied by the shriek of the soul, blood mixed with stimulants flowed down the armor.

Lucius's armor is named 'Soul of Howling'.

It imprisoned tens of thousands of tormented souls.

Because of the blessing of Slaanesh,

Whoever kills Lucius, as long as they experience even a sliver of excitement or satisfaction, will be possessed by Lucius's spirit.

As time goes on, Lucius will possess the person he is possessing.

Turn the opponent into a wailing face on the armor.

Those creatures he killed would be imprisoned inside the armor, tormented for eternity, with no hope of release.

You made me bleed.

Lucius screamed,

That ferocious face was filled with pure malice.

The Warmaster swung his greatsword, and the opponent ducked to dodge.

The roaring chainsaw only tore through the air, while Lucius struck him in the waist with his elbow.

The Warmaster was forced to create distance, while Lucius coiled around him like a viper.

He thrust his longsword toward the Warmaster's abdomen.

This attack was vicious and swift.

The Warmaster was caught off guard and was pinned to the Wraithbone wall by the opponent's sword.

The sharp blade pierced through the armor plating on the Warmaster's abdomen in an instant.

A searing pain shot through the wound, causing Warmaster to groan softly in agony.

It was clear that Lucius had coated the sword with nerve poison.

Fortunately, the game has a pain limit.

If one were to actually suffer the damage caused by nerve toxins...

The Warmaster would probably cry like a Gretchin whose toe has been stepped on.

"Your soul is mine; you will be imprisoned forever, sinking into despair and agony until the Stellaris are extinguished and everything decays."

Lucius's tone was filled with manic excitement.

He licked his lips, savoring the sweetness of the sword strike.

The greatsword in the Warmaster's hand flew out of his grasp.

He took off his helmet, panting, revealing a resolute face.

As he coughed up blood, he said sarcastically, "My soul belongs to the God-Emperor, you fool."

"No, it belongs to me now."

"As expected, you're no match for Tavitz. Your swordsmanship is lacking, and so is your intellect. What level do you have to compete with the God-Emperor for my soul?"

"You'll regret saying that."

Lucius was trembling with rage.

Even when facing opponents who are far stronger than oneself,

He had never been so vulnerable as he was today.

"Do you know that standing this close is actually very dangerous?"

Warmaster revealed a sly smile, as if his plan had succeeded.

"What do you mean?"

Lucius felt a vague unease.

"I know I can't beat you, but guess why I would fight you?"

Lucius was stunned, not understanding what the other person meant.

"Because we're far away, I'm afraid the bomb won't kill you."

Warmaster suddenly moved forward, letting the sword pierce through his body.

Lucius heard a rapid beeping sound coming from the armor of the person in front of him.

He realized something, and his pupils dilated slightly.

Lucius tried to turn and run away, but the Warmaster grabbed him and pulled him into a hug.

This is the strategy of the Warmaster.

He had already set up the self-destruct program, only needing the final command.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out.

The two disappeared together into the rising flames.

Such loyalty is truly moving.

Those Loyalists of the Imperium standing nearby were all deeply moved.

The fact that the armor could detonate so quickly indicates that a self-destruct function was incorporated into the design from the outset.

Before the war even begins, they're already thinking about dragging the enemy down with them.

How could one do such a thing without absolute loyalty and conviction?

"This guy, he's shown off again."

Ten-Timer grumbled, and the Scepter in his hand suddenly erupted with surging spiritual energy.

Bright bolts of lightning appeared, blasting away all the nearby enemies.

"His psionic potential is quite good, but unfortunately, his technique is too poor and his movements are not elegant enough."

Eldrad Ulthran, standing nearby, casually waved his hand.

It then released streams of ice crystals, piercing through enemies in the distance.

The movements were graceful, and there was no leakage of psionic energy.

Ten-Timer tilted his head to look over, a hint of displeasure creeping into his heart.

He finally understood why the Imperium disliked cooperating with these bean sprouts.

Who can resist such a sharp tongue?!

We're fighting tooth and nail here, and you, old man, are standing on the sidelines criticizing my skills as inferior and my movements as not elegant enough.

Otherwise, attacking friendly units would be punished.

Ten-Timer absolutely has to have a showdown with this old man.

Let them see what player self-destruction looks like.

"These are some techniques for using psionic energy. If you can master them, they will be of great help to you."

A vibrant Aeldari symbol appeared at Eldrad Ulthran's fingertip.

The symbol traced a graceful path and landed in front of Ten-Timer.

When he reached out and touched it, the symbol transformed into light and entered his body.

[You have gained some knowledge of the Warp, which has increased the power of your various skills and reduced their consumption.]

As soon as the notification appeared, Ten-Timer's gaze towards Eldrad Ulthran instantly turned fiery.

No wonder their ancestors were wealthy; they're so generous.

This is practically a massive Middle Eastern dog-lover in Warhammer 40!

We must fleece them thoroughly.

"Thank you for your teachings and guidance, respected elder. I will remember them forever."

Ten-Timer's attitude became very respectful.

Even the title "Old Deng" has become "elder."

Eldrad Ulthran nodded, clearly pleased.

He could sense the presence of that angel on these people.

They are one.

Through this person in front of him, perhaps a bridge can be built for him to communicate with that angel and release goodwill.

Skarbrand was known as the Exiled One.

He was one of the greatest champions in the Brass Domain.

Later, due to the instigation of the Tzeentch, he went to attack Khorne, and was banished by the enraged Khorne.

Even so, he remains the most terrifying being in the Warp.

Even with the help of the Aeldari Chosen Champion, Thousand Faces,

With the added power of the Emperor, Qin Yun was still unable to defeat Skarbrand.

Being able to hold off the enemy and prevent them from interfering in the battlefield is already the limit.

As time went on, Qin Yun gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and could only barely hold on.

Ultimately, their level was too low, and their overall strength was inferior to their opponent's.

Even the wandering, Thousand Faces was somewhat disheveled.

Shocking cracks appeared on the exquisite armor.

"Xi Ling," Qin Yun called out in his heart.

"Master," Xi Ling replied.

"Charge the Lance and unleash a volley on this demon."

After realizing he couldn't win, Qin Yun decided to trade himself for the opponent.

Anyway, we can be resurrected, so there's nothing to worry about.

After inflicting a wound on Scabrad with his sword, Thousand Faces turned and disappeared.

Skarbrand couldn't catch the Thousand Faces.

He roared and unleashed all his anger on Qin Yun.

Boom!

The blazing battle axe swept across, and the dilapidated Wraithbone buildings collapsed completely.

After another clash,

Qin Yun wanted to spread his wings and fly away, hoping to create some distance between himself and the Khorne Daemon Prince.

Skabrad's battle axe disappeared from one hand.

Then, he used his free hand to grab Qin Yun's ankle and slammed him to the ground.

With a bang, cracks appeared in the solid ground.

Qin Yun's wing was broken, and bright red blood flowed down his tattered armor.

"Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne."

Skarbrand, wielding two axes, intended to execute Qin Yun.

"Do not harm my lord."

Little Fatty activated the back thrusters of his Zaku-01 Enhanced Version mech and charged toward Skarbrand.

He has been reaping traitors and demons with his powerful firepower.

Contribution Points are increasing rapidly.

I thought taking first place this time was a sure thing.

Even after the Warmaster dragged Lucius the Eternal down with him, he became a little uneasy again.

Killing mobs doesn't yield nearly as many rewards as killing a boss!

Seeing that the Guide was at a disadvantage, he sped over and activated his rescue mode.

Just as Skarbrand was about to execute Qin Yun, he realized something was wrong and turned to look.

Seeing the massive mech charging towards them, his eyes, burning with flames, widened slightly.

Before he could react, the Little Fatty steered his Zaku into him.

The massive mech Khorne Daemon Prince away, giving Qin Yun a chance to catch his breath.

The mechs and the Greater Daemon tumbled through the ruins, smashing through several magnificent buildings.

"Go to hell!"

The Little Fatty aimed the Laser Cannon at Scabrad's head, his tone excited.

Slay this Greater Daemon, and getting MVP is a sure thing.

As a bright light burst from the muzzle, a dazzling beam of light shot out.

It blasted half of Khorne Daemon Prince's head off.

But he didn't die; instead, he let out a deafening roar.

He swung his Flame Battleaxe at the mech.

In an instant, sparks flew and engine oil sprayed out.

A rapid alarm sounded in the cockpit.

The dense array of red warnings made Little Fatty's heart sink.

In just a short time, the mech's damage reached more than 50%.

Skarbrand's body underwent changes.

In less than a breath's time, it grew to the size of Zaku-01 mech.

Warp Daemon all possess this adaptive ability.

It can adjust its body shape according to the enemy's size.

The shattered skull also rapidly regenerated in the Warp energy.

"Omnissiah above, immediately initiate the self-destruct program."

Realizing that even the Zaku-01 Enhanced Version mech couldn't defeat its opponent, nor could it escape,

Little Fatty made a decisive decision to overload the energy reactor and cause it to self-destruct.

Accompanied by a deafening explosion,

The dimly lit Webway was illuminated by a slowly rising Mushroom.

Skarbrand roared in frustration amidst the flames.

At that moment, the Imperial Glory and several other warships, having just completed their energy charging, simultaneously launched bright Lance.

On the other side, Yvraine, Eldrad Ulthran, and several other Aeldari Farseer also unleashed unimaginable psychic power, preparing to join forces to banish the Khorne Daemon Prince.

PS: Lucius