Chapter 77 Lucius, Can’t Rise Again

Kaiser White Fang stopped what he was doing and looked back at the familiar figure.

Wodehouse's jaw was almost dislocated in surprise, watching Lin Fan, who he thought was swallowed by the hypercube maze and would have a hard time coming back, appear out of thin air again and appear alive and kicking in front of him.

Lucius on the side also opened his eyes wide. No matter how he calculated, he couldn't calculate that 30 minutes had passed. Lucius was also the first to speak, "Slaanesh, how did you get out of the hypercube maze."

Lin Fan looked at Lucius and said lightly, "Because the exit is there."

"You... this kid actually humiliated me with such a low-quality poem!!" Lucius, who was furious, struggled to get up, and then his shoulder was shattered by a plasma from Kaiser White Fang. Lucius lay on the ground again, gasping for breath.

Lin Fan hurried over, "Lord Kaiser, please don't kill him."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because if you feel happy killing him, he will be resurrected in your body, and you will become a face on his disgusting armor."

"But I'm not happy? How can I feel happy to kill a wild dog? At most, I feel that I have killed another hateful traitor."

"That kind of emotion is enough. He has a wonderful record of resurrecting in those soulless skeletons."

"Oh, so, then I don't care."

"You! Who are you! Why! Why do you know my blessing so clearly!" Lucius tried to raise his head and look at Lin Fan's face, looking at him with resentment and horror.

"I am the undertaker of your Chaos Gods." Lin Fan approached Lucius coldly, and he finally saw a trace of horror on this face that was only crazy and laughing.

Raise your foot and step down.

Lucius's head exploded instantly, just like a watermelon hit by a baseball bat.

Lin Fan silently closed his eyes and waited for the feeling of Lucius's possession.

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Lucius died again. His twisted soul blessed by Slaanesh floated in the gap between the soul and the living. To be honest, this place seemed to be more oppressive and creepy than the subspace in Lucius's eyes. This narrow and high gap separated the subspace and the real universe. In the distance was a vague end emitting a faint white light, which could never be approached. The souls of the real universe were like black smoke rushing from one side to the other under such white light, just like those passers-by who did not pay attention to the scenery on the road.

Lucius felt his soul being pulled. This was a sign that the resurrection began to take effect. His soul would be pulled from the gap to the killers in the real universe who had mood swings, and absorb their souls to replace them.

Lucius was getting closer and closer to the immortal. He entered the body but saw a completely different scene from before.

The insides of the other souls devoured by him were all fragments of their memories. Lucius could often enjoy everything about them while devouring the delicious and juicy fresh souls, but in this immortal, Lucius could only see the same shadowy scenes as in the gap between life and death.

The high-rise buildings wrapped in shadows had an architectural style that only the imperial world of the late industrial era had, but Lucius could not see clearly what the sign-like objects on them said. The shadow-like people passed through Lucius's floating soul and walked towards the only place with color.

Lucius saw it, saw a red-glowing sign with low-Gothic letters with a yellow base, and in the open space in front of him was a somewhat miniature Rhino transporter painted with the Ultramarines. He followed the crowd into the only house with a colorful sign.

Everything in front of him was torturing Lucius's nerves. He saw those powerful primarchs, just like gifts in a store, in a square prison made of transparent unknown creations. As he gradually went deeper and explored, he saw more and more prisoners.

The powerful legions during the Horus Heresy were imprisoned one after another. Their armor was so clean and beautiful, and their movements were so majestic, but they were forever frozen in the moment before the expedition, becoming exhibits for those shadows to appreciate.

"What are these? Necrons? Their stasis positions? Collections?" As far as Lucius knew, only those Necrons dormant in the Black Stone Tomb would have such technology beyond reason.

But soon he knew that this prison was definitely not opened by those Necrons. He saw the Necrons army behind a corner. Whether it was the warriors and flayers he knew, or the obelisks and C'tan fragments he didn't know, he was greatly afraid of their huge scale and faintly perceived powerful force.

Orcs, Eldar, Dark Eldar, Empire, Tau, Chaos Warriors, Tyranids, Necrons, basically all species with some reputation in Lucius's world were neatly stacked in their own cold prisons.

He even saw the portraits of the Four Gods hanging on the wall in the distance. These evil gods who could not be looked at directly and had the power to destroy the world were sealed in the paintings and hung on the wall very casually.

Lucius' soul was still numb, and he even forgot how to be afraid. He just drifted unconsciously wherever he could go, and then was shocked by the prisoners who kept appearing in the prison.

Finally, he found a pile of books in this miraculous prison. He immediately found the book with the scene of his slaughtering the Eldar. Trembling, Lucius opened the book.

Lucius in the Legion Period

Everything about him, his past in the Legion, his life in the Legion, and his madness of betraying the Legion and joining the Chaos were all written in the book without any mistakes.

Lucius seemed to realize that he dared not read it anymore, and hurriedly opened the next book. He read the story of the Emperor, the story of the four gods of Chaos, the ancient saints, and the war in heaven. He saw all the past and all the future of their universe.

He put down the book, and felt that his soul-like hands were shaking, and the shadows passing through him spoke words he could not understand, and flipped through them very casually, and even took out something to change and write on it. Lucius's book was also picked up, which made him curious about his fate. Behind the shadow's writing, he saw a line of words like this.

Lucius was killed by a loyal captain on a wreck near Armageddon.

"No, no, no!!!" Lucius watched the last stroke end, and his soul began to rapidly leave this world. Everything in front of him floated upwards like smoke and dust, and Lucius was also caught in it and could not hear any sound.

After a thunderous sound, Lucius's soul completely left that terrible place. He felt that his body was surrounded by scorching golden light. He raised his head and saw only a cold sun emitting light.

The gentle whisper of "Corpse Emperor" seemed to attract the attention of the sun. Lucius felt that his soul was slowly burning under the light.

"Humph." A disdainful snort came, which directly evaporated half of Lucius's soul. He sat on the ground weakly and couldn't even control his soul. Behind him, five black-armored giants appeared, rubbing their hands, slightly tilting their heads and staring at him who couldn't move;