After the plan to jump gang was terminated, Lucius immediately took people to the Poppy, which was "jumped" by "jumped", but the communication from the ship was completely interrupted ten minutes ago.
Although it is hard to believe, reason tells Lucius that the hundreds of Slaanes warriors on the ship who could travel freely and easily through the rain of bullets and swords, guns, swords and halberds were all finished.
And if the message he received is not wrong, he is just a person.
Interesting, very interesting, even his intuition tells him—
That's the person he's looking for.
So he ignored the dissuasion of some people and insisted on going there in person. Cleon even wanted to sink the ship, but Lucius stopped the demon. He didn't know why the other party was so scared, but this was something he had to solve.
It is something that he must finish toward truly perfect...
The regrets left on Eastwan III must also end.
Soon, several thunder eagles carried Lucius's most beloved warrior to the Poppy, which had stopped the engine. Along the way, the slaves wailed at the tragic death of their master, but Lucius ignored it.
But these cartilages told him a useful news.
The other party was waiting for him on the bridge.
Very good, that's much easier.
This style made him more and more convinced that he should be that person.
The bridge of the Poppy is more of a nest than a command center. The worn flags from the companies of the Third Legion hung from the ceiling, undulating in the air stirred by the ventilation fan. The luxurious carpet was made of human skin and huge white bones lined up on the walls. As the Slaanes warriors strode past, the eye sockets of the broken skulls seemed to grow eyeballs out of thin air, and the jawbones covered with sharp teeth were laughing silently.
On the dome, the rows of clocks made of human bones and skins, wind chimes and shackles made unrhythmically jingles. The slaves tattooed with marks of smears on their bodies were lying on the ground, holding plates of rotten meat and other unpleasant consumables, covered with stale perfumes, various stimulants and addictive drugs.
The observation window in the distance is shaped like a screaming mouth. The faint light of the lilac explosion-proof glass and the smoke lingering in the room make the whole environment look dreamy. At the same time, in the corners and walls, the remaining succubus can be seen wailing with shrill wails. They are full of compassion for their lovers' tragic deaths. The vicious claws are also accompanied by the crying sounds, and their bodies appear and appear, like candles swaying in the wind, struggling to maintain their own material form.
In front of the observation window was a huge commanding throne, covered with mats and silk. A tall body leaned on the throne, surrounded by many snake-like things surrounding him, coiled around him like pets. Those were slaves of the original Slaine warriors, but under force, they were forced to serve another existence. The platform under the throne was completely piled up by those who had been destroyed. Their armor was stripped off and their white flesh was split, becoming stepping stones for former slaves.
As he gradually approached, Lucius saw the guy clearly. He didn't look very tall, wearing simple power armor, a helmet, and his left fist supported his head as if the dark eyepiece could feel the mocking sight. Two swords were placed obliquely on the edge of the throne, one red power sword, and the other wrapped in yellow silk.
Seeing this, Lucius' brows jumped slightly, as if he remembered something, and his expression gradually became serious from the beginning.
At this time, the man nodded slightly, as if he was looking at Lucius up and down.
"I must admit that your poor imitation aroused my interest."
When Lucius stopped, dozens of the most elite veterans of the Nashikai brigade spread out in a fan shape, and the guns in their hands were aimed at the people on the throne. Their bodies were no longer restored to their gorgeous and clean purple armor. The parts that were not covered by human skin revealed extremely different colors and patterns. Black, silver and rose colors were mixed with them. Some of them changed different colors and colors in each heartbeat like iridescent. A few people still stepped into the battlefield wearing purple power armor, but their former glory was lost, and they were covered with black flesh and blood.
The Emperor's Sons Legion has been dead for a long time, and the Nashikai Brigade is just a fragment of a corpse, gathering only under the fall of the Legion.
The Immortal glanced at the dead Slaanes warriors, and then sneered.
"When did you become so...full of art?"
The man did not reply, but sat upright and looked at another man without a helmet, the pharmacist Caesar, whose face was flawless, without leaving scars of fighting or self-harm like other brothers, his thick black hair was combed back, his eyes were dark amber, and his pale face was always cold and gloomy. The pharmacist looked incredible young, and could not imagine that his qualifications were almost as long as the Legion carrying the same name.
He had seen the legion decline, rise, and then fallen again. He had fought with the La people, participated in the purification of the Istavan killing field, and also spread screams in the throne world. His long life witnessed the appearance of the Emperor's sons in the past and what they have become now.
Then, the mysterious man on the throne sighed and shook his head.
"You shouldn't have been like this, Kesa, you once said that you may not be the perfect swordsman, but you will forge the perfect heart for yourself. Is this the perfection you pursue?"
His voice was filled with distortion after being adjusted by his helmet, but when the former Legion pharmacist heard that, he suddenly took a step forward as if he was electrocuted.
"You...who are you!"
The other party did not answer, and Caesar turned to look at Lucius.
"Immortal, do you know him, right? Who is he? Why does he know me... what I said!"
Lucius took a deep breath, and the others from Nashikai were also whispering in secret. No one was an idiot. Some of them had guessed that the person above might have been a member of the Legion.
Those loyalists who should have been killed.
"Put your trick of sowing discord. I don't want to lose my pharmacist like this."
Kaiser was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the sword wrapped in yellow silk, his pupils suddenly shrank, and something almost forgotten emerged from his mind that was almost numb tortured by his surroundings.
"Yes, is it--"
"He is not!"
Lucius shouted loudly to stop Caesar's words, as if it was something terrible. At this time, his scarred face was a little twisted and his breathing became more and more rapid.
"He is not, that man has died long ago, for ten thousand years."
Then, he pressed his hand on the hilt of the Blade of Lar and stared at the figure on the throne.
Chapter completed!