paranoianovel Chapter 435 Irritated Lucius
Chapter 435 Irritated Lucius
Alpharius vented his anger.
Guilliman left such a big mess and fell asleep. I was the one working overtime. Why didn't I take more bites?
While Alpharius thought this, he scolded the Second Empire for this "blasphemous idea".
Ms. Euton didn't dare to breathe at the side. Although she could understand that there were mortal advisors and Titus around, it was for them to listen. But with such fierce words, was she expressing her feelings towards me at that time? Suggested dissatisfaction?
Ms. Euton did not feel afraid, but looked at the towering original body with distressed eyes. She became shorter, and the original body became taller in her field of vision.
The poor child has endured too much in these years. He never had time to take a good rest. The empire put too much pressure on him, and as a mother, she had no way to share the pressure with her "son".
She hated her own incompetence.
After Alpharius cursed a few times, he found that everyone around him was silent. The mortals lowered their heads and did not dare to speak, but Ms. Euton just stared at him with tearful eyes.
The regent realized that he had lost his composure, and then wiped away the embarrassment with clear orders.
"The Red Torrent does not intend to do this, or if it does, it is just what I want. The White Scars Expeditionary Force and the Raven Expeditionary Force continue their mission, driving the enemies of the Empire into the darker parts of the galaxy, allowing the First Expeditionary Force to disperse , protect the main waterways of the Sun Sanctuary and other star regions, and summon the Imperial Fist Chapter Leader to discuss matters."
Guilliman waved the crowd away, whispering something into his helmet, and Titus left his position.
When only the original body and Ms. Euton were left in the office, Alpharius solemnly apologized to Ms. Euton.
"Sir, you did a great job, it's not a big deal." Ms. Youton quickly calmed down her mood. After being in the political arena for so long, she could quickly control her expression.
"You know, Crimson Torrent is not a traitor, don't worry about this." Ms. Euton knew the relationship between Red River and the original body, but she was unaware of the subsequent plan to save the Emperor.
"Sir, you have been too tired these days. I suggest you go to a hot spring first."
Guilliman liked to have guests while taking a bath, but Alpharius refused, "Forget it, he (Imperial Fists Chapter Master) doesn't like it, he is always serious."
The original body stood up and dressed neatly. Behind this office was his armored room. Everyone would guess that there was a secret door here, but no one would guess that this entire wall was a secret door.
The original body pushed open the wall easily... For the Empire, this required the combined efforts of several Ogryns.
"Wear armor."
Ms. Euton could do nothing to help him. She could only stand aside, gently wiping the helmet of the Armor of Hope with a handkerchief, and urging the servants to work hard.
The neatly dressed Guilliman was like a god coming to the world, glorious, divine and invincible. He walked out majestically, as majestic as he was eleven thousand years ago...
(Although the word "majestic" has never been related to Alpharius)
"I'm going to conference room 12. You can continue your work."
"Yes, my lord."
The original body strode out of the palace door, and countless magnificent buildings and gorgeous decorations flashed past him.
Ms. Youdun slowly walked to the gate. She had sent her "son" off countless times to start a new journey. But this time, before she had time to look at him, his figure disappeared.
......
Lucius walked out of the door casually, and he walked boredly on the space hulk. The corridors of this battleship were filled with countless exquisite statues and flesh decorations, and they were everywhere filled with the art of pleasing the God of Pleasure.
The stone statues are swaying their limbs, as if there are souls of flesh and blood inside, and the exposed flesh and blood sculptures are also dancing, which makes people feel disgusting.
Lucius didn't think it was art anyway.
"I think I know why you are so disgusted by your master."
The masked dancer comes gracefully and gracefully. Don't get me wrong, this means that she is in a very bad mood.
Lucius didn't understand why this demon was traveling with him. Maybe it was to deal with a large-scale war scene? Or was he abandoned by Slaanesh just like it?
The Masquerade Demon was once Slaanesh's favorite demon. It always pleased the Lord of Pleasure with its passionate dance and was one of His most personal bodyguards. Of course, before that, it had tortured all sentient beings in the world. creature.
Next, it is time to thank the Lord of Destiny. Tzeentch designed Slaanesh to be involved in the war with Khorne and Nurgle. It was a losing war, which made Slaanesh depressed.
The masquerade girl directly hit the muzzle, dancing hard when Slaanesh was in the worst mood. Every dance step seemed to Slaanesh to be a mockery of him, so she cursed it.
If you like dancing, then keep dancing.
All creatures that see it and are corrupted by it will dance until their souls are exhausted.
For any creature, this is a curse, but for it, it is a real blessing, and it has even become its ultimate killer move in battle.
At this time, Lucius was obviously more favored by Slaanesh, and his strong desire to dance did not affect him, which made the Masquerade look like a clown.
"That's enough, stop dancing, it's too noisy." The flesh and blood statues are just dancing, these dancing stone statues are simply too noisy.
Lucius's swordsmanship was still outstanding. The terrifying Blade of Ral was re-stitched after being shattered. Using the warp blood of the demon Slaanesh and the fiery blood of Tushan, the blade came to the Masked Dancer in an instant. neck.
And its dancing posture was as soft as a cloud, floating far away from his attack range.
The stone statue shattered suddenly, and the dancing boulders screamed, like a 28-year-old girl walking on the street and suddenly someone touched her buttocks. The broken stones quickly piled up all over the ground, and gradually turned into fine stone powder. , glued by the blood that flowed out from nowhere, it turned into a "clay art" again.
"You've been very irritable lately. What kind of dance do you hate? Tell me about it."
The masquerade girl tapped her toes on the heads of the stone statues in the corridor. Although her words were frivolous, her body was honest and she was moving away from Lucius at an extremely fast speed.
Of course Lucius was furious, and his supply of potions was seriously low recently.
Fabius Bayer inserted a Dark Eldar stimulant syringe into his back. There are three stimulants he likes the most. The first is a mixture of Eldar bone powder and the blood of lower-level demons. The second is a mixture of Eldar bone powder and lower-level demon blood. The first is extracted from the body of the Dark Eldar Witch Spirit Banshee, and the third is a gland from the Tyranids.
Obviously, the supply of the first two types is seriously insufficient, and the supply of the third type has also been halved. Lucius is in a state of complete joylessness, and his desire cannot be satisfied. He can only keep fighting. .
Slaanesh's arena is about to be destroyed by him.
This may be one of the reasons why Slaanesh sent him out.
"I'm not interested in dancing. Oh, I thought of an interesting thing. You said, if you use a whip a few times, your top-like spiral dance will not dance faster."
As he spoke, Lucius took out his other weapon, the Whip of Torment. This weapon was made from the tongues of three Slaanesh demons and was extremely powerful.
Lucius sprinted quickly, and the masquerade dancer just turned over in the air, and found that Lucius was already close in front of him.
"Snapped!"
The long whip was struck at its ankles and between its legs, and the demon's tongue as sharp as a knife tore the demon's flesh, but it was a pleasant pastime for both parties.
It didn't take long for Lucius to feel that he was losing interest. After giving the masked dancer a hard slap on the butt, he left on his own, leaving only the words "Don't wander around, I don't want that." The crew is dancing and sailing the ship... maybe the ship will dance too."
Lucius was gone, but the last whip almost tore the masked dancer's body apart. Despite the injury, he was still dancing, dancing that dance that would never stop.
......
"Long live the Immortal!" a warband member saluted Lucius.
Lucius replied calmly: "I am already ten thousand years old. I can find my own happiness and don't bother me." Lucius glanced at him with contempt, and his heart was filled with contempt.
The unabashed "disdain" made the war gang members feel excited, as if they had been shocked by electricity.
After Lucius's warband collapsed and was reorganized and destroyed many times, the Immortals warband is now renamed Lucius's warband, yes, the same as it was eight thousand years ago.
A Terminator stood guard in front of Lucius's room, holding a fear spear in his hand, and it was a mortal version, as small as a conductor's baton in his hand.
"Stop picking your teeth, where are we?" Lucius walked past him and entered the room, asking casually.
The violent flute sound came from behind him, and the fear spear was transformed into a small flute, fighting with the Terminator's saliva.
"The Lord of Desire is above, we are preparing to jump. The front is... uh, the front is..."
"I know, go ahead and play your flute, don't talk to me with the mouth in your belly. The founder of the orchestra"
It's not that Lucius has as many Terminator guards as an entire orchestra, but that the Terminator's whole body is covered with mouths and instruments, and one person can act as an orchestra.
The space hulk shuddered and burst out of the warp.
Lucius simply used the Whip of Torment to tear apart a few slaves and Astra Militarum prisoners to satisfy the weapon's thirst.
Then......
In front of Lucius's eyes, the ceiling and floor alternated.
Heaven, earth, heaven, earth...
A strong feeling of weightlessness overwhelmed him.
In the end, his vision went dark, and his big face landed firmly on the floor. The Astra Militarum body was bounced up in the violent vibration of the battleship, and then hit Lucius.
He stood up quickly, his face full of excitement.
Just in time, really fast, let’s start the war!
The space hulk that had just jumped out of Mandeville Point directly collided with a Gothic-class battleship in a red torrent.
"Las Wade? Prepare to join the gang." Lucius shouted the name of his wizard, who was barely a think tank, but he met him in the arena.
The members of Lucius's warband assembled at breakneck speed, and the Chaos Traitors were extremely excited and proud to be part of the joyful gathering.
"Hurry up, Lars Wade." Some soldiers shouted impatiently.
"Whoosh~" The blade flew two inches from the screamer's head, and finally blew open the head of a howling psyker hanging on the wall.
"Stop screaming." Lucius said this, but the heat in his eyes was a thousand times stronger than that of the Astartes.
Lars Wade glanced at Lucius helplessly, then took another head from the trophy "display stand" on his back, and accurately threw it to the location of the blown head.
The teleportation starts immediately, Terminator, Noise Warrior, Hell Beast, Sculptor...
Various Chaos traitors jumped into the Gothic-class battleship. They were so close that the two battleships were in contact with each other at a negative distance. It seemed that even subspace jumping was unnecessary.
The wizard teleported them to the inner edge of the battleship's core.
.......
The adamantine warriors were ready to retreat. Their battle was over, but a burst of fierce artillery fire attacked the imperial fortress. The soldiers sat boredly in front of various terminals and looked at the continuous artillery fire outside, waiting for Yifeng's retreat order, and then were installed North swallowed it and returned to the flagship.
"Ha, the team is closed. It's another scene of pretending to jump to Mandeville Point, and then eating the flagship and leaving the real world."
"As long as it works...what's going on?"
The soldiers became alert, the battleship shook violently, and a large amount of equipment fell down at the end of the corridor.
"Quick, call the Adeptus Mechanicus. N790-2344 equipment is damaged, please call the external detection force for a response."
The Adeptus Mechanicus arrived here quickly and began to repair the important equipment. Two adamantine warriors guarded the chokepoint and were located in the middle of a crossroads, guarding the surrounding areas.
Suddenly, a beam of teleportation flashed from the side of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Its psychic power was so evil that the equipment nearby was directly corrupted and completely unusable.
The sword light and the teleportation light connected seamlessly. An assault warrior from the Lucius warband activated his jetpack at close range, held the knife across his chest, and flashed past a skitarii.
The machine shattered in response, and he bounced wildly in the space, jet flying, and the blade was faster than the explosion.
The adamantine warrior had only taken a few steps. Several skitarii and a mechanical priest in front were already dead on the spot. The chaos warrior discovered the adamantine warrior and seemed to dislike them for walking too slowly. He sat on the ground. Played with the body for a while.”
The blade penetrated into the body of the Skitarii. He cut and stabbed skillfully, his speed became faster and faster, and his movements became more and more irritable.
Finally, he collapsed and couldn't find any muscles or internal organs?
He turned over and stood up, then looked at the adamantine warrior in the distance.
The adamantine warriors did not shoot at him, but approached on foot.
The remnant of the Emperor's Children stood up to meet the enemy, only to find two centurions blocking the entire passage.
But there was no fear in his heart. I have killed centurions before.
He moved around in this chaotic mechanical ruins. After finding a suitable position, he stared at the opponent with two city-breaking power hammers, a power broadsword and a bolter, and two direct-fire missiles on his chest. .....
"Las Wade!"
The entire corridor shook, and the Chaos Wizard released an evil spell. The corridor was quickly contaminated by flesh and blood, and gradually twisted and deformed, like a knotted blood vessel.
The corruption gradually slowed down as it approached the adamantine warrior, and finally stopped. Every time the adamantine warrior took a step, the corruption beneath his feet was dispelled.
On the heads of the two adamantine warriors, the roaring missile nests finally completed their mission and moved to the front.
I didn't fire at you, I was concentrating on hitting the enemies behind me.
The flesh and blood pipes were torn open by the hot melt spray gun, and the city-breaking power hammer destroyed the wall with a single hammer. In front of them, defense was meaningless.
The traitor rushed forward instantly, with the jet aircraft at maximum speed. He was so fast that he rushed to this position before the heavy adamantine arm could be rotated to the chest position.
The direct-fire missile became loose, and small missile tail flames erupted from the vertical missile nests on both sides. Two missiles were shot out. The enemy turned in the air to avoid the attack, split open the missile nest above his head with a knife, and chopped it on On the adamantine helmet.
In an instant, the force of the repulsion rushed straight from the corrupted blade into the traitor's mouth. He felt the bones of his arm shatter, and the pain overwhelmed him, making him moan in comfort.
The dead sound he made made the two adamantine warriors feel a swelling in their temples, as if a noise warrior was singing beside them, but this guy was obviously not.
There are Chaos Wizards again.
Rathvid amplified Slaanesh's corruption.
The adamantine warrior slashed at the frozen enemy. The Emperor's Son immediately retracted his arm, and the flamethrower's nozzle was turned towards his chest, but...
I can't move.
"Damn you, Lars~~"
"Boom~~" Flames spurted out, occupying the adamantine warrior's entire field of vision. The fire was crazy, and it only lasted 0.5 seconds.
The flames were still not extinguished, and the tip of the Ral Blade penetrated the tactical eyepiece, completely killing the warrior inside.
The adamantine warrior on the side didn't understand what happened. He felt the flames on his side were strange, and a black shadow gathered on his side, so he subconsciously swung the city-breaking power hammer and smashed it at the strange place.
The power hammer easily smashed open the enemy who was scorched black by the flamethrower, and the severely corrupted power armor fragments were splashed all over the floor.
Lucius launched an attack from his blind spot, but the warrior avoided it. Thanks to the power of anti-psionic nausea, Lucius was not very accurate in grasping the blessing of Slaanesh, and the blade of Ral struck the shoulder armor. , making a fierce metal collision sound.
The warrior felt his shoulders sink, and a strong force came from the side. He quickly closed his adamantine eyelids and took a defensive posture.
To deal with the enemy who lost his vision, Lucius's superb swordsmanship kept striking at vital points, and the battle became more and more violent. The Blade of Ral used the most gorgeous gesture to destroy the weapon backpack on the warrior, and the entire adamantine armor was destroyed. Only the fist is left.
But they were never able to break through the defense.
Lucius angrily struck hard with the whip of torture, but all he got was random punches.
The warrior's attack speed was completely out of reach of this swordsman master.
"Look, Tobias, his fighting style is really like you. It is difficult to see such an idiot in the battlefield where I intervene." Lucius was talking to the painful mask on his armor.
The support of the adamantine warriors was about to arrive, and Lucius could hear bursts of gunfire coming from the corridor, as well as the crazy screams of the hell beasts.
Playing suicide ramming next to the People's Light? Ya's blood army doesn't even dare to play like this.
Although Anos has eaten back most of the battleships, it does not hinder the rapid support of the Adamantine Warriors.
Kuroseil led the wolf brothers into the cabin quickly and started fighting from the air valve, because this was the flavor gathering point.
Kuroseil was not wearing a helmet. He tried hard to ask about his surroundings, and the wolves beside him barked twice uneasily.
"Relax, it's just a few Chaos traitors. I brought this." Kuroseil knocked the Sister of Silence's skeletal shield with his power sword, then chose a direction and started charging.
The wolves rushed to the surroundings one step ahead of him, and the information was collected continuously. The wolves generally did not use new recruits for reconnaissance, unless Rogier took the new recruits for "experience".
The wolf regiment likes to use veterans for reconnaissance and let the new recruits serve as fire support troops. Kuroseer is the current captain of the wolf soldiers, and his elite veterans are all veterans of hundreds of battles.
Soon, they arrived at the battlefield, where several war gang members were hiding behind the hell beasts, shooting passionately with the two adamantine warriors.
Noise and blood spray guns are firing against plasma cannons, power broadswords are blocking the swings of hell whips, deflagration rays and desire bombs are destroying the world.
"Aww~~" The wolves roared to summon their comrades.
The wolves were ordered to leave and were not required to participate in the battle against the Chaos warriors, but the arrival of Lucius changed everything.
He jumped out from the top of the hell beast's head, his speed was so fast, and he nimbly dodged plasma cannonballs and several bursts of explosive bombs before rushing in front of a soldier.
The whip of torture swung, and the tongues of three Slaanesh demons trapped two arms and one thigh of the adamantine warrior at the same time, causing a sound of gold and iron colliding.
What followed was the painful wail of the "machine soul". Lucius quickly rolled over behind the adamantine warrior, pulled the long whip with all his strength, and Slaanesh's rich blessing gave him strength, and in one fell swoop he threw the armor toward him. Pull him down from behind.
The warrior on the left blocked Ral's sword and found that it was just a feint attack and that the opponent's real target was not him.
The war blade was raised, aimed at the fallen warrior's eyes, and plunged in quickly.
The situation is extremely critical.
"Ouch~~"
The bloody mouth bit Lucius's back all at once, and the Dark Eldar's syringe was released from Lucius's back muscles during the giant wolf's bite.
Lucius felt as if his spine was being pulled out, turned around with a laugh, and frantically threw the giant wolf against the wall.
"For Russ, for the Emperor!!!"
From the side, Kuroseil's explosive bomb flew towards Lucius accurately, but he just waved his sword blade, and the explosive bomb was accurately hit and exploded in the air.
A human face on his shoulder was twisted in pain, and a large piece of bomb fragments pierced his nose. Of course, compared to the eternal pain of being imprisoned by Slaanesh, he was enjoying this moment of peace.
Lucius gently raised the sword blade and pointed it at the opponent, straightening his right arm, elegantly like a medieval prince inviting a distinguished guest.
The left hand held the huge, bloody wolf head, swinging it back and forth slightly.