Chapter 389 At Least He Is a Champion Chosen by God.

Chapter 389 Well... at least he is a champion chosen by God

"Angron - Lord! Good morning! Ah! You are so heroic and flawless today!"

Here we go again.

The accusatory eyes of the second captain and his peers made the ninth captain, brother Oliphosius, who is also the master of the Chapter Pharmacist Association and the actual head of pharmacists in the entire system, hang his head in shame.

Damn it! !

Why did I agree to let him leave the infirmary and go to Wandering Port in a daze? !

I should have continued to report that he had not recovered and pushed the sedative to the maximum so that this perverted scourge would lie there quietly until he died!

In this way, we would not have to endure this kind of lunatic who harassed the father of genes like us in person every day and acted so freely and arrogantly in front of us!

But thinking of his long-missing comrade who was still lying in the infirmary and had not yet woken up, as well as the other unfortunate captives who had been rescued and were receiving more physical and psychological treatment, Oliphosius sighed secretly in his helmet.

I can only say... I hope Brother Tarvitz, a member of the Iron Lord's Honor Guard, will be off duty early today.

Only this former member of the Emperor's Children could rush over and temporarily drag the reluctant Lu·I really want to recognize my new father·Xius back. Even the Imperial Court Steward and the Holy Fearless Elder Rilanor could not convince Lucius. Instead, he was almost so angry that he wanted to open his newly replaced plasma cannon on the spot to clean up the palace swordsmen.

As a result, everyone had to appease Elder Rilanor, who rarely got angry but was very difficult to appease when angry. When they came to their senses, Lucius had already stuck to their genetic father again - how annoying!

- Anyway, he would come again as long as he got the chance and was free.

For the sake of the Primarch and the Iron Lord! They can't launch a defensive weapon array at the Thunderhawk that Lucius is riding! God knows how much they want to do this!

Oliphosius has recently received several cases of hand injuries caused by excessive hitting of sandbags and wooden stakes in the medical room.

Even Ms. Lotara Salin's mood has become very bad, which has delayed the progress of the improvement of various facilities on the Desert Ark that has just started to improve -

It's really desperate. How can a friendly army that has actually done nothing big let things develop to this extent.

Oliphosius watched Lucius wearing a set of finely carved power armor that was obviously customized for him, shining silver and gold, and gorgeous, with some shameless scrolls written on it, such as "For the most perfect Lord Angron in the world, I am willing to go to hell to fetch water for you", and followed the tall and majestic figure of the helpless Gene Father with admiration.

Fortunately, the other former officers of the Emperor's Children tried their best to show all their cousins ​​in the first few days that they were absolutely normal, very normal, and "only Lucius is abnormal!", which prevented them from falling into a situation where their collective reputation was harmed, but Lucius's personal reputation now seems to be irreparable.

"Thank you for your generous praise, Lucius." The voice of the Supreme Tyrant of Nukelia is still as strong and soothing as the warm sun shining on people's backs in winter. "What's the matter with you today? If not, you can go to the Destiny Steel with me in a moment. I'm going to meet my brothers today."

The court swordsman gracefully performed a swordsman's etiquette to his idol. If nothing else, at least after he came back from the Ruthless Flame, the already elegant movements of this Astartes, who was famous for his swordsmanship, did take a step further and became... rhythmic and pleasing to the eye.

Once, Oliphosius was really upset and tried to measure his steps and movements in preparation for verbal attacks on him, but the pharmacist brother was horrified to find that Lucius might have indeed reached a certain perfection at least in the physical level of Astartes.

His body shape is usually thin among the Space Marines, like the Emperor's children, which is in line with the characteristics of his gene seed and the habit of using a relatively fast power sword as a weapon, but his natural proportion problems in his bones and muscles or some minor, normal asymmetry and other characteristics that humans should have have all begun to fade.

Yes, faded. Because Lucius had been treated for a long time before, his physical data was very complete and detailed in Oliphosius's place, but now it is easy to see that the places that were originally excellent but still had some normal small flaws have obviously moved towards the ideal value compared to before. Although not much, there are indeed systemic changes in the whole body.

In his report, Oliphosius believed that this discovery might still need to be observed whether it was caused by contamination. The only reason was that this change did not repair the scars on Lucius' body. Although they were all healed, the skin and flesh were intact and would not affect the swordsman's strength and speed, the shape and size of the wounds were completely left on the swordsman's smooth body, like some kind of tattoo record.

So Oliphosius could see what Lucius had endured or what had been done to him on the Ruthless Flame in order to find the whereabouts of Ironheart's lost comrades. In addition to the huge circular wound on his chest and the teeth marks all over his body, the swordsman also had a complete circle of slaughter and cutting marks under the neck seal of his power armor, just like...

…But this is a detail that the Lord of Iron and Lord Angron have jointly strictly ordered not to reveal. Of course, His Highness Ramizane specifically mentioned to Oliphocius how his infirmary should respond if Lucius needs to be retrieved again, so the Ninth Captain is very clear about the severity of the situation.

The pharmacist withdrew his thoughts.

He sighed.

And quietly withdrew his medical arm and the anesthetic injection on it under the condemning and puzzled eyes of his brothers.

Forget it, at least… at least he is a champion chosen by God who came to the door… At least with his guards around, he can be a meat shield for the Father of Genes in the first place.

Oliphocius·forced by Lucius·has never had such a vicious thought in his life·The pharmacist thought.

…Really?

Can I really just watch and endure it?

Looking at Lucius, who almost wanted to kiss the ring on the finger of their gene father with his lips, and then left with a smile after the helpless red-haired monarch turned his palm over to touch his silver hair, Oliphosius felt that this might be the biggest long-term test in his career as a space warrior.

His medical arm was ready to move again.

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At a certain time and place on the other side of the galaxy, Chief Captain Kahn, who was untying the iron chain on his wrist that was wetted by the blood of the enemy and began to slip, and tied them up again, suddenly felt a strange feeling of dissatisfaction in his heart.

The old warrior with gray hair but still vigorous looked around vigilantly. Everything was normal, there were only dead enemies and living comrades.

"What's wrong with you? Lord Kahn, are there still some enemies around that haven't been cleared out?"

"No." The Primarch Guard Captain, Chapter Champion, and First Captain of Ironheart savored and thought again, and replied to the warriors beside him, "It's just a strange feeling of blood rushing. I need to calm down the boiling caused by the battle. There's nothing around. Maybe I'm overthinking."