"Lu... Lucius."
The Skin Terminator stammered out a terrified murmur, then hurriedly said:
"I just saw you locked in combat with the enemy, so I wanted to lay down suppressing fire. Lucius, where's the enemy?"
He was trying to bluff his way through. After all, he had fired that shot from over eight hundred meters away, with thick bushes between them. A missed shot was barely plausible.
"Heh."
Lucius wasn't buying it. A long whip covered in spikes dropped from his left hand to the ground.
It was the Whip of Torment, made from the tongue of a Slaanesh Greater Daemon.
Anyone struck by it would have their armor and flesh torn apart in an instant, while its barbs inflicted unimaginable mental agony.
Among Slaanesh's followers, this thing counted as a little reward toy. Some Slaanesh Warriors followed Lucius around just so he would lash their asses with it.
One lash would tear a Slaanesh Warrior's ass to shreds, followed by howls of ecstatic delight.
The next time they went into battle, those Slaanesh Warriors would charge forward like madmen, desperate to earn enough merit for Lucius to give their asses a few more lashes.
This time, however, Lucius clearly intended to kill.
Normally, the Skin Terminator would drool at the sight of that whip. Now, though, his legs were trembling.
"Tell me, Human Skin, who's your new master?"
Lucius's question was icy as he advanced on the Skin Terminator, one step at a time.
Everyone who followed Lucius knew he could possess another person's body and return from the dead.
That was why the Skin Terminator had only used his Noise Gun to pin Lucius in place. The thing actually meant to kill Lucius had been the Nuclear Grenade Li Qinwu threw.
If the Nuclear Grenade had blown Lucius