Li Qinwu took a sword through the chest, his whole body collapsing limply to the ground as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lucius flicked the blood from his sword, looked down at Li Qinwu, and sneered.
"Another pitiful soul slain beneath my blade. Take off your helmet and let me see what you look like.
"You put on a fairly impressive performance earlier. I might remember you for a week or two."
Li Qinwu trembled as he removed his helmet and revealed his face. A trace of surprise flashed through Lucius's eyes.
"Oh? You're not an Astartes. A Bio-Augmented Human?
"Such a powerful Bio-Augmented Human... interesting. Perhaps it will take me a whole month to forget you."
With that, he raised his sword, preparing to behead Li Qinwu. But Li Qinwu hurriedly raised a hand to stop him.
"Don't kill me."
Lucius's sword halted, and a cat-toying-with-a-mouse smile appeared on his face.
"What, begging for mercy?
"In ten thousand years, I've heard far too many dying men beg me for mercy. In every language, in every form—I have heard it all.
"Come, let me hear your plea. If you put enough sincerity into it, perhaps I'll be merciful and spare your life."
Li Qinwu gave a dry chuckle and reached behind his back. Lucius immediately tensed.
Li Qinwu hurriedly said, "Don't be nervous. I'm just having a smoke."
Under Lucius's watchful gaze, he slowly reached behind himself, pulled out a cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and placed it between his lips.
Then he snapped his fingers. Golden Psychic Flame rose and lit the cigarette.
Lucius's eyelid twitched at the sight of that golden Psychic Flame, but he said nothing. Deep down, however, he had become increasingly interested in this human.
After taking a drag, Li Qinwu slowly