Chapter 207: Flawless Blade

Who is this?

I have killed so many people, how dare you come here alone to deliver me?

Fu Qinghai pondered in his heart and asked,

"Who are you?"

Who is coming?

"I am Lucius."

The bald warrior looked proud and announced his name.

Lucius, the Emperor's son...

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

He immediately clenched the weapon in his hand as if facing a formidable enemy, quietly tensed his body, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the Space Marine at the end of the passage.

The shoulder armor was just an ordinary purple shoulder armor, not covered with human skin, nor with any twisted, howling human face crawling on it.

Behind it is a normal power backpack and two spherical jet nozzles, without the three ultimate poison syringes from Comoros.

The weapon was a finely crafted power sword with a hilt decorated in the style of Chemos, not the stabbing sword that led to Fulgrim's downfall.

"call..."

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was Lucius, but not that Lucius.

Not the one who became famous after entering the Eye of Terror, Lucius the Immortal, Lucius the Soul Thief.

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

"Find those three women, collect some loot, and we'll prepare to evacuate."

Then, Fu Qinghai strode towards Lucius.

"It's you."

Fu Qinghai said loudly:

"Lucius, I have heard of your name."

"Flawless Blade, Royal Court Swordsman."

Fu Qinghai walked steadily, neither fast nor slow.

"The greatest swordsman under the Primarch of the Emperor's Children."

The power sword in his hand came out of its sheath with a clang.

"But in my opinion, hmm, it's just a name and can't stand a single blow."

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

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

"Today, I'm in a hurry."

There was no quick run, no sudden lunge.

However, Fu Qinghai's sword was already in place.

Lucius' pupils shrank slightly.

A white light flashed, and Fu Qinghai swung the power long sword in his hand upward fiercely. This was a predictable action, an action without creativity or sophistication, but Lucius actually felt that... this sword was unavoidable!

Whether he counterattacked in advance or retreated, he could not avoid this sword. Lucius understood that the opponent was taking advantage of the terrain.

Lucius used the blocking action that he thought was the most appropriate and reasonable. One point more or one point less would not be too much. He could advance to pursue the victory or retreat to maintain a solid defense.

One word to describe it: flawless.

"clang——"

Swords collided and arcs of electricity exploded.

Lucius underestimated the force reflected from the sword. This unexpectedly powerful force almost caused him to lose his grip on the sword and it almost slipped out of his hand, making subsequent counterattacks impossible.

Lucius staggered back two steps, looking surprised:

"This power…"

Fu Qinghai smiled:

"Is this the strength of the Third Legion's chief swordsman?"

"Nothing special."

Although Lucius was shocked by Fu Qinghai's strength that far exceeded that of a normal Astartes, he showed no fear. He casually performed a sword flower, loosened his stiff and painful wrist, and said with a wicked smile:

"It is not a good thing to rely too much on strength, my brother."

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

"bite!"

The confrontation was tit-for-tat, sparks flew.

Fu Qinghai blocked the attack without any surprise and asked casually:

"Those two ugly symmetrical scars on your face, were they left by Nikona Sharokhin?"

Lucius was stunned, and his expression changed:

"How do you know?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Fu Qinghai laughed out loud:

"I know it, and I also know that if it weren't for that person's blessing, you would have already been a dead body lying on Fabius Bayer's laboratory table."

That person is Slaanesh.

Fu Qinghai's steps were like a lost butterfly. He dodged twice in a row, avoiding Lucius's light sword feint and heavy sword strike, and kept mocking with a smile:

"Tsk tsk, the Crow of Death is really good at it! It's you, Flawless Blade, who didn't try to cover up these two scars, but shamelessly showed them. Are you trying to remind others how miserable you died at the hands of Sharokin?"

"you..."

Lucius gnashed his steel teeth and leaped forward. His movements were as fast as lightning, and the angle of the blade was precise. Lucius poured all his energy into the speed of the attack, making it a blurred afterimage that was almost impossible to track. It was a completely perfect blow -

what came towards him was a huge iron fist covered with black gauntlets.

"Bang!"

A heavy punch to protect the head.

Lucius's forehead and nose were hit hard, and his nose immediately bleeds, stars appear in his eyes, he bends over, covers his face, and staggers two steps.

Fu Qinghai not only did not pursue the victory, but stood there with his hands on his hips and taunted:

"Does this feeling sound familiar to you? Does it feel sour and refreshing?"

"This is the punch I give you on behalf of Gavial Loken. It's to tell you, Lucius, that you don't deserve to be called a swordsman. You are a fucking bitch. You have no loyalty, you have no honor, and you have nothing but vicious schemes and a head full of jealousy. You are nothing!"

Fu Qinghai cursed loudly.

Nothing, you are just a singer.

Fu Qinghai's words were sharper than the sharpest sword, cutting into Lucius' heart and causing more pain than the dullest sword, reminding him of his shameful past when he had been defeated.

"Uh ah—"

Lucius roared, swung his sword and pounced forward. The sword light turned into a dense sword net and tangled sword wind, covering Fu Qinghai all over.

Fu Qinghai saw the attack coming and did not dodge or block it. Instead, he showed Lucius what the effect would be if he swung the sword himself.

Fu Qinghai aimed at the connection between Lucius's breastplate and shoulder armor, and the tip of the knife suddenly pierced through the soft muscle fiber bundle, smoothly cutting through the flesh and bones, cleanly removing Lucius's sword-holding hand.

Lucius's left hand holding the sword flew straight forward, blood gushing out from the stump of his shoulder, soaking the wall and the deck beneath his feet. The Astartes' physiological functions immediately began to stop the bleeding, and the power armor also injected the last reserve of combat anesthetics and analgesics into the blood vessels and spine, bringing the tingling sensation of a chemical kiss.

The pain of a broken arm could not affect the swordsman's mind. Lucius did not hesitate and pulled out the combat dagger from the calf scabbard.

"Swish!"

In the blink of an eye, the dagger and the palm flew behind him, blood soaked his breastplate. Lucius looked at his broken wrist, and a look of horror flashed across his eyes.

Fu Qinghai stood in front of him, as if he had never moved. The only change was the Blue Fang he pulled out with his right hand. The blood boiled by the lysis force field crackled along the blade.

Like a butcher cutting up an ox, Fu Qinghai then launched a series of attacks on Lucius's right hand and knee, chopping off Lucius's left knee with dissection-like precision. The severed mechanical structure and electronic muscle fiber bundles spurted out sparks along with the gushing blood. He pulled back another knife and cut off the right thigh. The Blue Blade's disintegration force field turned solid matter into dust with each flash of electric arc.

Lucius fell to the ground. The famous Flawless Blade, the finest swordsman of the Third Legion, was now reduced to a broken body wrapped in tattered armor. All the remaining blood was squeezed onto the deck, gurgling into a pool of red streams.

Fu Qinghai didn't even waste much time. In a flash, Lucius was defeated.

"Camille, come here, now!"

Fu Qinghai gave the order in the communication channel.

Then, he hooked his toes and turned Lucius, who was lying face down on the ground, over. With the four cuts, Fu Qinghai cut off Lucius' left arm, right wrist, left knee and right thigh.

The medic was already running over quickly. He saw the flash of a knife as Fu Qinghai continued to strike the defenseless figure at his feet.

"Chi!" "Puff!" "Crack!"

"Ah, ahhh—"

The royal court swordsman cried out in pain.

Fu Qinghai chopped Lucius into a human pig.

But just don't kill him.

Fu Qinghai sheathed his knife and said to Camille,

"Stop his bleeding. Don't let him die."

"ah?"

The medic was shocked and didn't know what was going on.

"Do it!"

Fu Qinghai gave a death order. Although Camille didn't understand, she still squatted down and carefully treated the wounds of Lucius' four broken limbs. Marine medics are experts in treating trauma. Nanomechanical particles quickly blocked the bleeding wounds. Combined with the Space Marine's own Laraman organs, Lucius was gradually out of danger.

Camille worked hard for a while and finally stopped the bleeding of the four broken limbs, then looked up.

Fu Qinghai was holding a Wagang sword and was carving something carefully on Lucius' bald head with a focused look on his face.

Camille: "…"

"Get out, get out…"

Lucius cursed loudly, twisted his neck, and struggled with his head, but Fu Qinghai's ruthless iron hand held his chin tightly, making him unable to move.

"Um..."

Fu Qinghai stood up, shook off the blood on the tip of the dagger, inserted it back into his thigh, and admired his work with satisfaction:

"Qingshan Khan, defeated."

Fu Qinghai's hands were always steady, steadier than a surgeon's scalpel and comparable to the robotic arms on a precision machine tool. Lucius's forehead was engraved with fine Low Gothic words in beautiful cursive handwriting, ensuring that everyone in the Eye of Terror could read them.

"You will remember my name, Lucius."

Leaving these words behind, Fu Qinghai clapped his hands:

"Let's go."

The two men turned and left, leaving Lucius twisting and struggling on the floor.

Just after he walked a few steps, Qiao Shida came up to him with an anxious look on his face and whispered:

"Khan, come and see."

Qiao Shida didn't know who Lucius the Flawless Blade was, nor did he understand why Fu Qinghai wanted to torture an Emperor's son alone. He led Fu Qinghai to an open cabin where a Emperor's son warrior wearing a pharmacist's power armor lay. There were signs of a fierce fight at the scene, and judging from the horrible wounds on his body, he should have been killed by Qiao Shida's power claws.

Qiao Shida ignored the corpse at his feet and pointed to a row of shelves in front of the cabin wall.

Rows of transparent crystal bottles, with chunks of meat soaked in churning amniotic fluid, faintly revealing a reddish hue, surrounded by silver fat and meat shreds.

Gene seeds!

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened.

Fu Qinghai suddenly turned his head and looked at Qiao Shida, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally sighed:

"Old Qiao, you have changed."

Qiao Shida said seriously,

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

"You can accept me, the former Son of Horus, as your Orudo, and then accept the gene seed of the Emperor's Children. Even if all these things are destroyed, it is better than leaving them to the traitors to create more traitors."

Fu Qinghai patted Qiao Shida on the shoulder:

"That's right, I will carefully check the mutation level of these gene seeds and take them all away!"

…

HMS Ode to Joy heavy cruiser, bridge.

The captain looked at the surveillance screen and saw Lucius being cut into pieces by Fu Qinghai with his eyes dull and numb.

Lucius was defeated.

Even though he was an absolute bastard, the captain had to admit that Lucius, who was invincible in the legion, was a rare master of swordsmanship.

Now, not only has he been defeated, but he has also been humiliated by having words engraved on him.

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

"Was the transmission successful?"

The Tech Priest replied,

"Everything is normal. Three Terminator teams have arrived at the transport platform and are heading to the middle deck."

As soon as Lucius was knocked down by Fu Qinghai, the captain no longer cared about Lucius' orders and informed the other warships without hesitation about the incident on the Ode to Joy.

The entire middle deck was pierced and destroyed by two Space Marines, and Lucius the Flawless Blade was cut into a human stick. At this moment, the captain just wanted to bow his head and pray, pray to the great Prince of Pleasure, not to let the losses get any further. It would be best if the two White Scarred Astartes and the two psykers who escaped from prison could be captured alive. Oh, yes, there are also the strange armored men and the green mutants.

This is the only way to eliminate the anger of the Lord Commander.

…

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

The sound of heavy, uniform footsteps stepped on the solid steel deck and was heard at both ends of the passage on the middle deck.

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

Their eyes were cold and their steps were firm.

He vowed to kill these two White Scar warriors who had boarded the cruiser without knowing the consequences.

However, the last thing they saw was a ring of fire with golden sparks. Fu Qinghai stood inside and waved at them. Qiao Shida and Camille stood next to him, holding a bunch of transparent crystal bottles in their arms.

"Hiss…"

The ring of fire spun and went out.

The entire battleship passage was empty.

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

The air was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

......

(End of this chapter)