Who is this?

I've killed so many people, and I dare to come and deliver it alone?

Fu Qinghai pondered in his heart and asked:

"Who are you?"

Who will come.

"I am Lucius."

The bald warrior looked at him proudly and reported his name.

The Emperor's son, Lucius......

Thinking of this name, Fu Qinghai's face tightened.

He immediately tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand as if he were facing a great enemy, quietly tensing his body, and narrowed his eyes to carefully look at the space soldier at the end of the passage.

The shoulder armor was an ordinary purple shoulder armor, with no human skin on it, and no twisted and howling human face wriggling on it.

Behind it, there is a normal power backpack and two spherical jets, not the three ultimate poison syringes from the Comoros.

The weapon was a Seiko power longsword with a Chemoth-style accent on the hilt, not the stabbing sword that caused Fogham's downfall.

"Hoo ......"

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief slightly.

Luckily, it's Lucius, but it's not that Lucius.

Not the one who came into the Eye of Fear to make a name for himself, Lucius the Immortal, Lucius the Soul Thief.

Fu Qinghai relaxed a little, and instructed Qiao Shida and Camille in the communication channel:

"Find the three women, collect some loot, and we're ready to evacuate."

Subsequently, Fu Qinghai strode to meet Lucius.

"It turned out to be you."

Fu Qinghai said loudly:

"Lucius, I've heard of your name."

"Flawless Blade, Royal Court Swordsman."

Fu Qinghai's pace is steady, not slow.

"The first swordsman under the original body of the emperor's son."

The power knife in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath.

"But it seems to me, well, in vain, vulnerable."

Fu Qinghai dragged the knife behind him with one hand, getting closer and closer to the man at the end of the passage, but his footsteps did not stop at all.

"Maybe one day, I'll have a good fight with you and have a good fight, but not today."

"Today, I'm in a hurry."

No accelerated runs, no sudden lunges.

However, Fu Qinghai's sword momentum has been achieved.

Lucius's pupils shrank.

The white light flashed, and the power long knife in Fu Qinghai's hand swung upwards fiercely, this was a predictable action, a move that was neither creative nor exquisite, but Lucius actually felt ...... This knife is unavoidable!

Whether he counterattacked in advance or retreated, he couldn't avoid this knife, and Lucius understood that the other party was taking advantage of the momentum of the terrain.

Lucius used what he thought was the most appropriate and reasonable block move, one more point is not too much, one less point is not too much, the advance can take advantage of the victory to pursue, and the retreat can stabilize the defense.

One word: flawless.

"Qiang—"

Swords clashed, and the arc exploded.

Lucius underestimated the power of the feedback from the sword, this unexpected great force, made him almost unstable with the sword and came out of his hand, and the follow-up counterattack was naturally impossible.

Lucius staggered back two steps with a look of surprise on his face:

"This force ......"

Fu Qinghai smiled:

"Is this the strength of the Chief Swordsman of the Third Legion?"

"But Erl."

Although he was shocked by Fu Qinghai's strength far beyond the normal Astarte, Lucius had no fear on his face, he casually played a sword flower, moved his stiff and painful wrist, and said with an evil smile:

"It's not a good thing to rely too much on power, my brother."

Lucius suddenly took out his sword, and the tip of the sword went straight to Fu Qinghai's throat.

"Ding!"

-for-tat, sparks stinging.

Fu Qinghai unexpectedly blocked this blow and asked casually:

"Did Nikonor Sharokin leave you those two symmetrical ugly scars on your face?"

Lucius was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face changed:

"How do you know?"

"Hahahaha!"

Fu Qinghai laughed loudly:

"I just knew, I knew that if it weren't for His blessing, you would have been a dead body lying on Fabius Bayer's bench."

That one is Sanesh.

Fu Qinghai's steps were like a lost butterfly, and he shook sideways two times in a row, avoiding Lucius's light saber feint and heavy sword slash, and kept mocking in his mouth:

"Tsk, the mourning crow is really a good craft! It has to be you, Flawless Blade, who didn't want to try to cover these two scars, and even shamelessly showed them, reminding others how miserable you died under Sharokin? ”

"You ......"

Lucius gritted his steel teeth and forward, his movements were lightning fast, the angle of the blade was precise, and all of Lucius's spirit was infused with the speed of the attack, making it an ambiguous afterimage, almost impossible to track, a complete perfect blow

He was greeted by a huge iron fist covered in black hand armor.

"Bang!"

Defend the skull with a heavy fist and strike the head.

The door of the head and the bridge of the nose were hit hard, and Luciuston had a nosebleed, his eyes were full of stars, he was hunched over his face, and he staggered two steps.

Fu Qinghai not only did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood on the spot and mocked:

"This feeling, is it familiar, sour or not?"

"This is a punch I gave you on behalf of Gavel Lorcan, to tell you, Lucius, you don't deserve to be called a swordsman, you're a fucking slut, you have no loyalty, you have no honor, you have nothing but vicious trickery and jealousy, you're nothing!"

Fu Qinghai scolded loudly.

It's nothing, you're a singer.

Fu Qinghai's words, sharper than the sharpest sword, cut into Lucius's heart, more painful than the most blunt sword, reminding him of the shameful past of being defeated.

"Uh-"

Lucius roared angrily, swung his sword and pounced, and the sword light turned into a fine sword net and a twisted sword wind, overwhelmingly covering Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai saw the attack coming, and instead of dodging or parrying, he showed Lucius what the effect would be if he swung this knife by himself.

Fu Qinghai aimed at the junction between Lucius's breastplate and shoulder armor, and the tip of the knife suddenly pierced the soft bundle of muscle fibers, smoothly slicing through the flesh and bones, and cleanly unloading Lucius's sword-wielding hand.

Lucius' sword-wielding left hand flew straight forward, blood pouring out of the stump of his shoulder, drenching the walls and deck beneath his feet, Astarte's physiology immediately began to stop the bleeding, and the power armor injected the last reserves of combat anesthesia and painkillers into the blood vessels and spine, bringing the stinging sensation of a chemical kiss.

The pain of a broken arm could not affect the swordsman's mind either, and Lucius did not hesitate to pull out the fighting dagger from the scabbard of his calf.

"Huh!"

In the blink of an eye, the dagger and palm flew behind him, blood soaking through the breastplate, and Lucius looked at his severed wrist, his eyes flashing in horror.

Fu Qinghai stood in front of him, as if he had never moved, the only change was the blue tooth extracted from his right hand, and the blood boiled by the cracking force field crackled along the blade.

Fu Qinghai then launched a combo attack on Lucius's right hand and knee, cutting off Lucius's left leg and knee with anatomical precision, the severed mechanical structure and electronic muscle fiber bundles, accompanied by the gushing blood spurting sparks, and the other knife withdrawn with his backhand cut off his right thigh, and the cracking force field of the green blade turned the solid matter into dust in the flashes of electric arcs again and again.

Lucius fell to the ground, the famous Flawless Blade, the finest swordsman of the Third Legion, reduced to a body wrapped in tattered armor, all remaining blood squeezed onto the deck, bubbling into a crimson stream.

Fu Qinghai didn't even waste much time, and in the blink of an eye, Lucius was already defeated.

"Camille, come here, now!"

Fu Qinghai commanded in the communication channel.

Then, with a hook of his toes, he turned Lucius, who was lying face down on the floor, and with the four knives just now, Fu Qinghai removed Lucius's left arm, right wrist, left knee and right thigh.

The medical soldier was already running briskly, and he saw that the knife flashed, and Fu Qinghai was stabbing at the figure at his feet who had no power to resist.

"Phew!" "Poof!" "Boom!"

"Ahh

The royal court swordsman screamed in pain.

Fu Qinghai cut Lucius into a human being.

But just don't kill him.

Fu Qinghai put the knife back into its sheath and said to Camille:

"Stop his bleeding, don't let him die."

"Huh?"

The medic was shocked, and he didn't know why.

"Do it!"

Fu Qinghai gave the death order, Camille squatted down although he didn't understand, and carefully and carefully treated the wounds of the four severed limbs for Lucius, the Marine Medic is an expert in treating external injuries, and the nanomechanical particles quickly blocked the bleeding fracture, and with the Space Marine's own Lariman organs, Lucius was gradually out of danger.

Camille was busy for a while, and finally stopped the bleeding of the four severed limbs, and looked up.

Fu Qinghai was holding a tile steel sword, and he was carefully carving something on Lucius's bald head with a focused face.

Camille: "......"

"Get out, get out of ......"

Lucius scolded, his neck twisted, and his head struggled constantly, but Fu Qinghai's ruthless iron hand clamped his jaw so hard that he couldn't move.

"Hmmm......"

Fu Qinghai stood up, shook off the remaining blood beads at the tip of the fighting short sword, inserted it back into the side of his thigh, and admired his work with satisfaction:

"Aoyama Khan, his subordinates are defeated."

Fu Qinghai's hand has always been steady, more stable than a surgeon's scalpel, comparable to a mechanical arm on a precision machine tool, and the fine low Gothic language has withered all over Lucius's head, and it is still a beautiful small print in flowers, ensuring that everyone in the eye of fear can pronounce it.

"You'll remember my name, Lucius."

Leaving this sentence, Fu Qinghai clapped his hands:

"Let's go."

The two turned to leave, leaving Lucius writhing and writhing on the floor.

Just a few steps away, Qiao Shida greeted him with an anxious face and said in a low voice:

"Khan, come and see."

Qiao Shida didn't know any flawless blade Lucius, and he didn't understand why Fu Qinghai wanted to torture an emperor's son alone, he led Fu Qinghai to an open cabin, in which lay an emperor warrior wearing apothecary power armor, there were traces of fierce fighting at the scene, and those terrible wounds on his body should have been gouged to death by Qiao Shida's power claws.

Josda ignored the corpse at his feet, and reached out to the row of shelves in front of the bulkhead.

Rows of clear crystal bottles, lumps of meat soaked in the churning amniotic fluid, faintly revealing a reddish hue, surrounded by silver fat and shredded meat.

Gene Seeds!

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened.

Fu Qinghai suddenly turned his head to look at Qiao Shida, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally sighed:

"Old Joe, you've changed."

Joshida Masse says:

"No, Khan, I haven't changed."

"What if you can accept me, the former son of Horus, as the commander of the Emperor, and then accept the genetic seeds of the emperor's son, even if you destroy all these things, it is better than leaving it to the traitors to create more traitors."

Fu Qinghai patted Qiao Shida on the shoulder:

"That's right, I'll double-check the mutation of these genetic seeds and take them all away!"

……

Carol to Joy heavy cruiser, bridge.

The captain looked at the surveillance screen, Lucius was being slashed by Fu Qinghai, his eyes were dull and numb.

Lucius was defeated.

Although it was an out-and-out big egg, the captain had to admit that Lucius, who was invincible in the legion, was a rare master of swordsmanship.

Now not only is it a complete defeat, but it is also humiliated by lettering.

The captain glanced at the communications crew and technical priest next to him and asked:

"Did you make a transfer?"

The Technocratic replied:

"Everything is normal, the three Terminator squads have arrived at the teleportation platform and are on their way to the middle deck."

As early as when Lucius was just knocked down by Fu Qinghai, the captain no longer cared about Lucius's orders, and did not hesitate to inform the other warships of the changes that had occurred on the Carol of Joy.

The entire middle deck was pierced and shattered by two Space Marines, and the Flawless Blade Lucius was sliced into a human stick, and at this moment the captain just wanted to bow his head and pray to the great Prince of Joy that he would not let the damage go further, and that it would be better to capture alive the two white-scarred Astartes and the two escaped psionics, oh yes, and the strange armored men and the green mutants.

In this way, the anger of the lord commander can be eliminated.

……

"Knock, knock, knock, knock!"

The sound of heavy footsteps, in unison, on the solid steel deck, resounded at both ends of the passage of the middle deck.

On the left, a team of Hades Terminators armed with power thunder hammers, and on the right, a team of Iron Cavalry Terminators armed with assault guns and automatic cannons surrounded this not very long battleship passage.

Their eyes were cold, and their steps were sonorous.

Vowed to kill these two white-scarred warriors who didn't know how to jump to the cruiser.

However, the last sight they saw was a ring of golden sparks shining brightly, Fu Qinghai stood inside and waved at them, and Qiao Shida and Camille standing next to them were holding a large number of clear crystal bottles in their arms.

"Woohoo ......"

The ring of fire spun and extinguished.

The entire battleship passage was empty.

The two teams of finishers stopped and looked at each other.

The air was so still that you could hear a pin.

…………