I Just Want to "Corrode" Akurduana, Why Did It

First I got Lucius

The battles fought with Artificial War Satellite have left an indelible mark on the minds of many.

Luther and his followers reclaimed the glory of the Order of Knights in battle, and laughter occasionally broke the silence of the deck.

After failing to find the Xenos, Lucius buried himself in the training deck.

The scene of Akurduana's myth of invulnerability and invincibility ending at the same moment loomed over his mind like a shadow.

Lord Nimrod's sword, with its star-like blue and white light, continued to flash.

Light and darkness, stars and shadows.

They Flash Step.

Lucius continued to swing his sword, chasing the starlight and dispelling the shadows.

A week of practice had rendered his training cage, made of Miguel Steel and even more robust than the "Emperor's Children's," unusable.

Before Lucius stepped onto the training deck, he was surprised to see Akurduana dressed in magnificent gold and purple armor.

He met the Chief Swordsman for the first time after the Artificial War Satellite war.

Lucius looked at the proud Eldest Son of Fulgrim and was surprised to find that there was not a trace of frustration on Akurduana's face.

He had a feeling that the Chief Swordsman was stronger than before.

Lucius was about to request a match to prove his progress, Akurduana spoke first.

His smile was as warm as ever, without the shame of defeat.

"Lucius, today you will meet His Majesty the Monarch's First Swordsman."

Lucius's eyes lit up. "Thierry Viera?"

"That's right."

Lucius excitedly followed Akurduana into the Primarch's Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the asymmetrical, black building, Lucius's thick, handsome eyebrows furrowed.

Although it wasn't his first time there, Akurduana was momentarily troubled by the irregular lines, just as he had been recently struggling to put his brush down on the parchment.

As they entered the banquet hall, the vivid yet blurry image in their minds instantly merged with the black-armored, golden-winged giant.

Akurduana and Lucius, having regained their senses, were then drawn to another giant.

The figure seated on the Obsidian chair was beyond the reach of Astartes; even the largest Salamanders was not as tall as him.

His body, clad in black armor, contained a powerful, suppressed force.

Akurduana scrutinized Thierry, his purple-gold lacquered gauntlets touching Timur and Athena on his legs.

Nimrod, seated on his the Throne, took in the expressions of Akurduana and Lucius.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on his face. [The plan to "Corrosion" Akurduana can now proceed to its final step.]

Lucius took his seat as an attendant and enjoyed the court cuisine, which was just as perfect as that served to his own legion.

The fish bones, fried until crispy, with their snow-white flesh, mixed with caviar, awakened his taste buds.

The squid ink coating the plump geoduck filled his empty stomach after a sweaty workout.

Lucius followed court etiquette, savoring each dish of food.

After drinking eleven glasses of violet Las-Vault, he put down his glass, slightly tipsy.

"The Monarch Majesty, I have long admired Lord Thierry's skill in swordsmanship. I would like to learn from him. Please grant my request."

Nimrod narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Lucius.

[As expected of someone with a "promising future," I was just looking for an opportunity to bring it up, and you spoke first.]

Just as he was about to speak, Stevens, a member of the Honor Guard who had just been promoted to "Provoker," stood respectfully to the side and said...

"Father, please allow me to fight."

The "Provoker" looked at Lucius, and the image of a swordsman swiftly rushing into the Xenos and killing the enemy with superb swordsmanship flashed through his mind.

He instinctively pressed his hand against the Catachan Fang at his waist and opened his mouth in a provocative manner.

"Lucius, swordsman, defeat me, and you will be qualified to challenge the Knight Lord."

Proud Lucius, his Purple eyes blazing with fire.

"It won't take long."

"I think this competition should be conducted in a completely new way."

Nimrod's eyes were deep; he knew that the future Slaanesh chosen one would be exceptionally skilled in swordsmanship.

Even though he hasn't fully matured yet, Stevens at Sequence 8 shouldn't be able to compete with him unless he's in a combat environment that's favorable to his performance.

"This is a battle between Astartes; you shouldn't be confined to the training deck."

"You will engage in a duel of honor on the battlefield of Artificial War Satellite."

Inside the black Aquila Shuttle, Arsena Dunn gazed at the approaching Artificial War Satellite.

"My lord, the Great Sage Rian Ramirez has made some progress in his research on Artificial War Satellite."

"Although we haven't fully mastered the manufacturing Mystery, we can already utilize most of its functions, such as moving and dispatching drones."

Glenn Worsotto, the Chapter Master the First Chapter the Ultramarines, who served Primarch, gazed through the entire viewing window at the towering, dark cannon barrels.

He knew that without the Squats' heavily fortified ships and without Lord Nimrod personally leading the boarding, capturing this man-made war Fortress would not have been so easy.

"Let Rian move it to the Carium Gate. If needed, we can seek the support of the Squats." After a moment's thought, Nimrod decided to use the spoils to reinforce the vital hub.

The Primarch's Attendants noted down the order and carried it out immediately.

Inside another Aquila Shuttle, which was flying smoothly, Stevens held his Catachan Fang, a Devil's Claw, in his left hand.

Stevens pulled a vial of liquid from his waist with his right hand. As soon as the bottle was untied, the red venom extracted from the highly poisonous plants of the Catachan plant community gurgled out with green bubbles.

Since his opponent was not Xenos but an ally, he did not use highly toxic venom.

The Shadow of Order that died in the dangerous jungle proved that they were deadly venoms to Astartes' superhuman body.

Venom flowed across the Catachan alloy, and the half-filled mercury sloshed within the hollow blade.

Stevens stopped moving after he saw red mixed with green spots visibly appear on the blade.

He stroked the green-furred Catachan Wolf beside him and raised the bottle.

The Catachan Wolf let out an excited howl, swallowed the liquid in one gulp, then squinted its eyes and lay down next to Stevens's boots.

Stevens looked down at the approaching ground, the seasoned "hunter" adjusting the position of his grenades and devising tactics in his mind.

A moment later, Zaharie, who had stepped off the deck, asked Balsa Kuturi, the strategist for the 19th Army Corps.

Who do you think will win this duel?

Balthasar glanced at the white-haired Warrior in his magnificent Purple armor, then at the black-armored Warrior in camouflage.

"If this were in the training cage, Lucius would win easily."

"Here..." Balthasar looked around at the rubble and collapsed buildings of the battlefield.

The Librarian member had deep, unfathomable eyes, a mesmerizing tone, and a voice that seemed to come from another world.

"He is naturally faster than most of my troops; he will still win, but it won't be easy."

The silver- Primarch's Attendants, representing Nimrod, stands between Lucius and Stevens.

To strengthen the friendship between "Shadow of Order" and "Emperor's Children," Stevens will engage in a duel of honor with Lucius.

"I hereby declare the duel of honor to begin!"

The "Provoker" raised his hand and brandished his Bolt Pistol, "provocatively" firing a bullet at the ornate Purple armor.

Lucius's white eyebrows furrowed, and he instantly drew his sword, charging towards his infuriating opponent.

Stevens' eyes widened; Lucius's speed was even faster than he had ever seen before.

He retreated towards the seven o'clock direction, which was the most complex area he had observed before landing.

Lucius kept moving, eager to find a nasty opponent and defeat him decisively.

Suddenly, his right foot stepped on soft soil and he immediately realized something was wrong.

The Adamantine Warhead burst from the ground, and the explosive detonated before it touched the Purple armor.

Lucius quickly rolled forward, and with a loud bang, a hole the size of a finger was blasted into the sole of his right boot.

The moment Lucius's shoulder touched the ground, his handsome face changed color. He raised his left fist and slammed it into the collapsed, leaning pillar.

With a loud bang, he rolled to the side.

Worsotto followed Lord Nimrod up a hillside with a wide view.

He gazed down at the rising shockwaves from the explosions and exclaimed in amazement.

"Lucius's speed has been restricted."

"Stevens thinks faster than Lucius; he's a seasoned hunter who anticipated Lucius's reaction," Balthasar remarked.

"Before he became the Shadow of Order, he was a Catachan." Thierry glanced at Akurduana, showing great interest in the First Court Swordsman who was renowned throughout the legions.

"It was a cruel Death World, and it was there that he grew into a seasoned hunter."

Akurduana nodded to Thierry; such a trap was of little use to him, who relied on instinct to fight.

The final battle has begun.

With those words, Stevens, who was carrying explosives and grenades, launched the final battle.

He and the Catachan Wolf charged at Lucius at the same time.

Lucius's Purple armor was covered in dust.

His handsome face was scratched by the shards.

Although it wasn't serious, Lucius was still annoyed.

The repeated "provocations" made him abandon the idea of defeating his opponent in a spectacular fashion.

I'm going to trample you under my feet! I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!

As Lucius's anger was ignited by the "provocation," the Catachan Wolf sprang up silently, its bright red teeth speckled with green spots biting into the Purple armor.

As the venom crackled, Lucius twisted his body and thrust out his sword.

The moment the sword tip sliced through the thick green fur, Lucius drew his sword.

Not only because this was a duel for honor, not a fight to the death, but also because he sensed danger behind him.

Lucius swiftly turned and swung his sword.

The blade sliced through the Power Armor and struck Stevens' shoulder.

Catachan Fang pierced Lucius's ribs, and venom seeped into his body.

Lucius trembled as if electrocuted, and his body collapsed with a thud.

He tried to get up, but felt utterly powerless.

Lucius stared in astonishment at his opponent, who was bracing himself with his sword; he hadn't expected to fall himself.

He didn't even get to stand before the Knight Lord before being defeated by the obscure Honor Guard.

Stevens glanced at the deep sword wound in his shoulder, where his shoulder bone had been severed, and said admiringly to Lucius.

"You are very strong. My carefully prepared hunt..." He paused for a moment before continuing.

"It only resulted in a Pyrrhic victory."

"Without the strength my father gave me, I would lose."

Lucius's Purple eyes lit up, and he turned to look at the giant on the hillside.

[The power bestowed by Lord Nimrod.]

The Primarch keenly sensed Lucius's gaze, recognizing many similarities within it.

From Luther, Zahariel, Alkahas Phall, Neratt Gillin...

[I only wanted to "Corrosion" Akurduana, but I ended up with Lucius first.]

As Nimrod pondered, Akurduana's voice rang out.

Thierry.

"Lucius is unable to fight any longer; I will continue your duel of honor with you."

"Okay," Thierry readily agreed.