Infinite Metaverse

Who is this?

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

Fu Qinghai pondered in his mind and asked:

"Who are you?"

Who will come?

"I am Lucius."

The bald warrior looked proudly and announced his name.

The Emperor's Son, Lucius...

Fu Qinghai's face tightened when he thought of this name.

He immediately clenched the weapon in his hand as if facing an enemy, quietly tensed his body, and narrowed his eyes to carefully look at the Space Marine at the end of the passage.

The shoulder armor is an ordinary purple shoulder armor. It is not covered with human skin, and there is no twisted and howling human face squirming on it.

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

The weapon is a finely crafted power sword with a Chemos-style decoration on the hilt, not the assassinating sword that caused Fulgrim's fall.

"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 ordered Qiao Shida and Camille on the communication channel:

"Find those three women, collect some loot, and we are ready to evacuate."

Then, Fu Qinghai strode forward to meet Lucius.

"Oh it's you."

Fu Qinghai said loudly:

"Lucius, I have heard of your name."

"The flawless blade, the swordsman of the royal court."

Fu Qinghai's pace was steady, neither fast nor slow.

"The First Swordsman under the Primarch of the Emperor's Children."

The powerful sword in his hand came out of its sheath.

"But in my opinion, huh, it's just a vain name and it's vulnerable."

Fu Qinghai held the knife in one hand and dragged it behind him. He was 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 will have a good fight with you and have a good fight with you, but not today."

"Today, I'm in a hurry."

There was no speeding up the run, no sudden lunging forward.

However, Fu Qinghai's sword was ready.

Lucius' pupils narrowed.

White light flashed, and the power sword in Fu Qinghai's hand swung upwards. This was a predictable action, an uncreative and unsophisticated action. However, Lucius actually felt that... this sword could not be avoided. Avoidable!

No matter whether he counterattacked in advance or retreated to maneuver, he could not avoid this knife. Lucius understood that the opponent was taking advantage of the situation and the terrain.

Lucius used the blocking action that he thought was the most appropriate and reasonable. One point more was not too much, one point less was not a lot. If he advanced, he could take advantage of the victory and pursue pursuit, and if he retreated, he could solidify his defense.

One word to describe it: flawless.

"Qiang——"

The swords struck each other, and electric arcs exploded.

Lucius underestimated the force reflected from the sword. This unexpected and powerful force almost made him lose control of the sword and throw it away, making subsequent counterattacks impossible.

Lucius staggered back and looked surprised:

"This power..."

Fu Qinghai smiled:

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

"Nothing."

Although he was shocked by Fu Qinghai's power far exceeding that of a normal Astartes, Lucius showed no fear on his face. He made a sword show casually, moved his stiff and painful wrist, and said with an evil smile:

"Too much reliance on strength is not a good thing, my brother."

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

"Ding!"

Tit for tat, sparks flash.

Fu Qinghai blocked the blow without any surprise and asked smoothly:

"Were those two symmetrical ugly scars on your face left by Nikon Sharokin on you?"

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

"how do you know?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Fu Qinghai laughed loudly:

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

That one is Slaanesh.

Fu Qinghai's steps were like a lost butterfly, and he swayed sideways twice in a row, avoiding Lucius's light sword feint and heavy sword attack, and kept taunting happily:

"Tsk, tsk, the mourning crow is really good! It must be you, Flawless Blade, who tried every means to cover these two scars, and even showed them shamelessly. This is to remind others that you died at the hands of Sha Luo Jin. How miserable must it be?"

"you……"

Lucius gritted his steel teeth and jumped forward. His movements were as fast as lightning, and the angle of the blade was precise. All of Lucius' energy was poured into the speed of the offensive, turning it into a blurry afterimage, almost impossible to track, completely perfect. One blow──

Oncoming was a huge iron fist covered in black gauntlet.

"boom!"

A heavy punch to protect the head, a blow to the head.

The forehead and bridge of the nose were hit hard, and Lucius suddenly suffered from nosebleeds, stars in his eyes, hunched over and covering his face, staggering two steps.

Not only did Fu Qinghai not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory, but he stood there with his hands on his hips and mocked:

"Is this feeling familiar? Is it sour or not?"

"This is the punch I gave you on behalf of Gavir Loken, to tell you, Lucius, you don't deserve to be called a swordsman at all, you are a fucking bitch, you have no loyalty, you have no honor, except You have nothing but vicious plots and jealousy, you are nothing!"

Fu Qinghai cursed loudly.

It’s nothing, you’re just a diva.

Fu Qinghai's words were sharper than the sharpest sword. They cut into Lucius's heart and were more painful than the dullest sword, reminding him of the shameful past of being defeated by others.

"Uh-huh——"

Lucius roared angrily, swung his sword and pounced. The sword light turned into a fine sword net and a twisting sword wind, overwhelming Fu Qinghai.

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 by himself.

Fu Qinghai aimed at the connection between Lucius's chest armor and shoulder armor. The tip of the knife suddenly pierced the soft muscle fiber bundles, smoothly cutting through the flesh, flesh and bones, and cleanly removed Lucius's body. Sword hand.

Lucius's left hand holding the sword flew straight forward, blood gushed out from the stump of his shoulder, soaking the walls and the deck beneath his feet. The Astartes' physiological functions immediately started to stop the bleeding, and the power armor also used the last reserves of battle. Anesthetics and analgesics are injected into the blood vessels and spine, creating the tingling sensation of a chemical kiss.

The pain of a broken arm could not affect the swordsman's mind. Without hesitation, Lucius pulled out the fighting dagger from the scabbard on his calf.

"Uh-huh!"

In the blink of an eye, the dagger and palms flew behind him, and blood soaked the breastplate. Lucius looked at his broken wrists, and his eyes flashed with horror.

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

The cook cut off the ox, and Fu Qinghai launched a series of attacks on Lucius's right hand and knee. He chopped off Lucius's left leg and knee with anatomical precision. The mechanical structure and electronic muscle fiber bundles that were cut apart were accompanied by springs. Sparks spurted out from the blood, and another knife withdrew with his backhand cut off his right thigh. The Blue Blade's cracking force field turned solid matter into dust in arc flashes.

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

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

"Camille, come here, now!"

Fu Qinghai ordered on the communication channel.

Then, he hooked his toes and turned over Lucius, who was lying face down on the floor. With the four cuts just now, Fu Qinghai removed Lucius's left arm, right wrist, left knee and right thigh.

The medical soldier was already running quickly. He saw the sword flashing and Fu Qinghai stabbing at the defenseless figure at his feet.

"Chi!" "Pfft!" "Crack!"

"Ah, ah ah——"

The swordsman of the Royal Court cried out in pain.

Fu Qinghai cut Lucius into a human pig while alive.

But just don't kill him.

Fu Qinghai sheathed the sword and said to Camille:

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

"ah?"

The medical soldier was shocked and didn't know why.

"Do it!"

Fu Qinghai gave the order to die. Although Camille didn't understand, he still squatted down and treated the wounds of Lucius's four severed limbs carefully and carefully. Marine medics are experts in treating trauma. Nanomechanical particles can quickly By blocking the bleeding wound and using the Space Marine's own Lariman organ, Lucius was gradually out of danger.

Camille worked hard for a while and finally stopped the bleeding of the four severed limbs. He raised his head and took a look.

Fu Qinghai was holding a tile steel sword and was carving something carefully on Lucius's bald forehead with concentration on his face.

Camille: "..."

"Go away, go away..."

Lucius cursed loudly, twisted his neck, and struggled with his head. However, Fu Qinghai's ruthless iron hand tightly clamped his chin, preventing him from moving.

"Um……"

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

"Qingshan Khan, his general was defeated."

Fu Qinghai's hand has always been steady, steadier than a surgeon's scalpel, comparable to a mechanical arm on a precision machine tool. Lucius's forehead is covered with fine low-gothic carvings, and the beautiful small cursive characters guarantee fear. Everyone in the eyes can read it.

"You will remember my name, Lucius."

After leaving these words, Fu Qinghai clapped his hands:

"Let's go."

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

After just 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 Lucius, the Flawless Blade, and he didn't understand why Fu Qinghai would torture an Emperor's son alone. He led Fu Qinghai into an open cabin, where lay an Emperor wearing apothecary power armor. Warrior Zi, there were signs of a fierce fight at the scene. Judging from the horrific wounds on his body, he must have been gouged to death by Joestar's power claws.

Joestar ignored the corpse at his feet and pointed to a row of shelves in front of the bulkhead.

Rows of transparent crystal bottles, piles of meat soaked in the churning amniotic fluid, vaguely showing a reddish color, surrounded by silver fat and meat strands.

Gene seeds!

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened.

Fu Qinghai suddenly turned his head to look at Qiao Shida, hesitated to speak, 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, Orudo as your subordinate, and what if you accept the gene-seed of the Emperor's Son? Even if you destroy all these things, it will still be better than leaving it to the traitors to create more. Well done to the traitors.”

Fu Qinghai patted Qiao Shida on the shoulder:

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

…

Heavy cruiser HMS Carol, bridge.

The captain looked at the monitor screen, where Lucius was being chopped into pieces by Fu Qinghai, his eyes dull and numb.

Lucius actually lost.

Even though he was an out-and-out bastard, the captain had to admit that Lucius, the invincible opponent in the Legion, was a rare master of swordsmanship.

Now not only was he completely defeated, he was also humiliated by carving.

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

"Did the transmission succeed?"

The Tech-Priest replied:

"Everything is normal. The three Terminator teams have arrived at the teleportation platform and are heading to the middle deck."

As early as when Lucius had just been knocked down by Fu Qinghai, the captain no longer cared about Lucius's orders and informed other battleships without hesitation of what had happened on the Ode of Joy.

The entire middle deck was pierced and smashed by two Space Marines, and Lucius, the flawless blade, was cut into a human stick. At this moment, the captain just wanted to lower his head and pray to the great Prince of Joy, not to let the damage expand further. It would be best to capture alive the two white-scarred Astartes and the two psykers who escaped from prison, and oh yes, there are also the strange armored man and the green mutant.

Only in this way can the anger of the Lord Commander be eliminated.

…

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

Uniform and heavy footsteps stepped on the solid steel deck and sounded at both ends of the passage on the middle deck.

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

Their eyes were cold and solemn, and their steps were resolute.

He vowed to kill these two white-scarred warriors who desperately jumped to gang cruisers.

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

"嗗嗗......"

The ring of fire whirled and went out.

The entire battleship passage was empty.

The two teams of terminators stopped and looked at each other from afar.

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

…………