Warhammer: Start with a dog

Obviously, Lucius did not have a high evaluation of the security measures of the Rogue Trader lady. Although the scale of her flagship and her cruelty exceeded his expectations, it was not a big problem.

But there was a reason why he didn't find a way to use his abilities and martial arts to force Shiran to leave or inflict the punishment of the Emperor's Angels on the ship and her mistress before leaving: he had already learned from his captors. A lot of valuable information was obtained here through the abilities he was newly given and used for the first time after waking up.

For example, his hunch was correct. Since this woman made a quick fortune by relying on cold trade, he would not be the first Astartes caught by this woman (of course he would definitely be the first to come out and accompany her like this). She wanders around and talks), doesn't she?

The answer is yes, and even now, she still has what is called "in stock" and "in the safe."

The reason why Lucius suddenly began to care about the humanitarian well-being of these cousins ​​had nothing to do with his own moral sense. It was entirely because the female Rogue Trader accidentally mentioned, "There is also a particularly rare one among them, Ada. The Eldar and the pirates wanted him very much, which resulted in him being stranded until now. If he brought out the giant mouth, he might be kidnapped, but he looks very ordinary. I really don't know why those pointed-eared aliens are so interested. , but it’s a pity that only one lone person was caught at that time.”

Oh, look, what a familiar description, Lucius was sure that he had definitely heard this description when His Highness Angron sighed.

Since Lucius believes that Fulgrim is not worthy of being his father now, and therefore wants to express himself well in front of His Highness Angron and strive to surpass the name that His Highness always talks about, then taking a job will obviously make His Highness frown. He couldn't let go of this opportunity, an opportunity to become the hero of His Highness Angron without the interference of Sol Tarvitz!

So before he took out all the secrets of the prisoner's location from the mouth of this arrogant and narcissistic woman, he tried hard to hide all his dissatisfaction and impatience behind the mask and let the Gorda woman The lord was lost in the dream he had spun for her.

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Hmm - this woman is really difficult to deal with.

Surprisingly difficult to do.

Such a person can be born among mortals. She can put other temptations in the second place for her own bloodlust and desire for control. Compared with her unpredictable but fierce and stubborn heart, even his former father was... It doesn't look that hard to figure out anymore.

This is what Lucius is thinking now.

It’s not like he overturned the car!

He was standing in the center of a circular venue on the Ruthless Flame, with fine white sand beneath his feet. Extremely bright lights shone on him from all directions and above his head, making his skin feel hot and his silver hair and the flimsy and useless beauty in which he appears from any angle to be a proper, eye-catching, "trophy or display piece."

He raised his beautiful purple eyes. This innocent expression made half of the audience hidden in the surrounding dark stands scream with joy, while the other half of the audience gave him very regretful sounds, but obviously, nothing was better than But the excitement of what they were about to watch next, such an extremely beautiful creature starting to bleed, be torn to pieces and trampled on, and the desire to derive pleasure from the hurt and pain of others, driven by supernatural power, made no one try. To stop what was about to happen to Lucius.

Lucius was almost unarmored - just a decorative belt, exotic-style wide bloomers and all the jewelry on his body - and almost unarmed - well, after all, he was given a pair of small ones after throwing him in The dagger would at least make the viewing experience better, he guessed.

But the material of this dagger... it's a silver alloy that has nothing good except for its appearance. It may not be as effective as his fist.

The sound of the motor of a large elevator began to sound in the darkness at the edge of the arena, and at the same time, the cage began to rise from the hidden underground.

Okay, okay, let's see what the first one is.

Lucius narrowed his eyes.

The champion swordsman who could become the Son of the Emperor was not someone who wasted his fame in martial arts. Before he was recruited by the Third Legion, he was also a frequent visitor to the gladiatorial arena. Thinking about it, he still feels a little nostalgic - oh, no, no, Concentrate your thoughts and stop thinking about those embarrassing scenes and speeches when you were young! Lucius!

Think of something else. Lucius, think of something else.

What would Fulgrim do if he were here? How will it be done? Or is it his only friend, the always slovenly, hard-working Sol Tarvitz? Or...if His Highness Angron was standing here...when the noble face and figure of the red-haired original body and the burning heat of the flames in his palms passed through Lucius's heart, he was just beginning to feel more and more attracted by the surroundings. The excited audience's minds, flooded with fanaticism and other strong mixed desires, instantly gained a burning, transcendent sense of transcendence.

The first opponent of his arena tour appeared to the cheers of the audience.

Oh, it looks like this is just a warm-up level at the beginning.

Lucius held the pair of small daggers, staggered his steps naturally, and assumed the posture of a swordsman he was accustomed to. He narrowed his eyes to focus on the important flaw of the opponent's almost wide open door. At the same time, he did not forget to raise his head towards the camera angle in the air. ——His face is recorded in many directions by the floating servo skull, so that the panic, pain, distorted face and miserable howl that his beautiful face and vocal cords will produce next will bring more excitement to the surrounding audience. enjoy.

"It's just a Grox male beast in heat, but he still looks down on me too much. It's annoying contempt, my lady. (My Lady)" He raised his head, ignoring the head with red eyes and spraying from his nostrils. The smelly, hot, sharp-toothed beast, covered with sharp horns, armor plates and barbs, five meters long and weighing several tons, was rushing towards him at super high speed, opening its bloody mouth——

A firm hand wrapped a decorative dagger that turned into a silver meteor at a speed that could hardly be captured by the servo skull, and used a violent force to directly break through one of the monster's nasal cavities, viciously before it could react. The ground twisted a huge bleeding hole in the middle - and then the swordsman flew up nimbly and gracefully, riding on Grox's back, and pierced one of its eyeballs with another dagger - and then He stabbed it deeply into its brain with the arm holding the dagger.

"Oh, don't worry, my dear Lucius, my beautiful angel of death."

He heard the greedy, joyful and unsatisfied voice of the female lord who seemed to be licking the blood on her lips coming from above.

"I have been preparing for a whole year, and there are more good things waiting for you below the arena. You, a beautiful guy who lacks experience and thinks you are very smart, I said, you are the main one for us to celebrate the festival. Dish, isn't it? Look at this huge banquet plate! You are our blood food!"

Lucius frowned.

Because among the increasingly dark and psychedelic shadows in the stands, there seemed to be something...

Something else.