Chapter 304 Hot Spring Water Slide

Chapter 304 The hot spring water is slippery...

"Huh..."

Like a sigh, he exhaled a long breath from deep in his chest, and sank down again, resting his head on the carefully polished depression on the steps at the edge of the marble pool - there is also an equally polished arc below this place, which can support the waist of the person sitting here to take a bath - although it is still much smaller for the original body, but this is! A serious one! There is clean hot water! A bathtub!

"(Gutai swear word) This (Gutai swear word) makes me feel so comfortable that I want to swear."

(*...)

Koz, who was extremely resistant just now, rarely said a word at this moment.

Ramizane privately thought that it was probably because anyone, even a renegade Primarch, would find it difficult to remain completely indifferent when seeing his toes dip into the water and the water began to spread out black strands like ink dripping into the water amid the servants' terrified inhalations, and when he just started his first bath, he successfully turned a full pool of clear water into a large pot of smelly dark brown thick soup with suspicious sediment. Oh, except for Russ, the Wolf King might laugh and use his barbarity to cover up more emotions.

The bathhouse on the Crown Coronation clearly imitated the design and style advocated by the Ultramarines. Even the alabaster marble was meticulously carved with Macragge-style columns, plants and garlands. Multiple brass water outlets were cleverly hidden in the mouths of the Imperial double-headed eagle or the mouths of the winged heads with company marks, and were continuously flowing out clear water of just the right temperature.

The bathhouse maintenance servants had already started the equipment at full capacity to suck out the sediment and dregs at the bottom of the pool. Even so, they had to immediately replace the filter outlet twice at the beginning.

Now, this bathhouse, which was originally designed to accommodate a whole Astartes company, is currently receiving a Primarch and his seventy-one naked descendants. When the two Midnight Lords who were selected to guard the door walked out with extreme dissatisfaction, the gesture of threatening to cut the throat and the meaning of requesting a murder duel were clearly conveyed to Talos who called the name, and the latter told them with a fake smile that they could go to the First Claw’s territory to find Sharl at any time to make an appointment for the duel. The method, time and place of the duel are up to you.

In the pool at the farthest and darkest end of the room, the Weeping Eyes of Lufrex were soaking. These sharp-clawed raptors, which usually feed on tearing flesh and blood, now hunched their heads and shoulders, trying their best to hide their incompatible mutant bodies under the water and steam. At the same time, at the slightly raised edge of the bath, their heads hid in the shadows and lined up in a silent black row - very much like some birds rolled themselves into a ball and lined up one by one at the edge of the bath.

As for Mr. Conrad Ramizhan Curze himself, he didn't have any power armor to wear anyway, so he naturally didn't need to take it off. After throwing the tattered waist-wrapped calf-nose pants and the equally tattered short cloak that had successfully completed their historical mission directly into the trash can, he immediately couldn't wait to slide himself into the water - and then there was the above-mentioned horrible scene of coming out of the black mud.

"Alas, this hair soap barely foams even after the second application... You are really..."

(*This is not my hair's problem, it's your own technique! (Angry voice))

"Indeed, you are right."

(*Suddenly, a bad premonition descended upon my heart...)

Then Ramizane raised his arm, which had become increasingly pale, and waved to a corner of the bathhouse.

Three cautious figures appeared in the misty white steam, and behind them was Talos, who was wearing a bath towel around his waist and holding a long-handled bristle brush in his hand, sternly scanning all other people who dared to be lazy and not clean themselves carefully.

"Oh... Not bad, it seems that you are all ready."

In front of everyone were three midnight lords who were scrubbed white and fragrant and hot.

Whether it was the pale flesh inherited from the gene father, the various scars accumulated from murders and battles, or the black carapace neural interfaces that may not have been cleaned and maintained for hundreds of years, they were all brand new, even the gaps between the nails were not spared.

The brushing marks on their bodies that could make the skin of the Space Marines red were obviously related to the brush in Talos's hand. The aromatic oils smeared all over their skin and the bath towels around their waists made these three battle-hardened, vicious and muscular big guys walk awkwardly - the oiled soles of their feet stepped on the marble full of water droplets, which had a very good effect in reducing friction, especially Lufricks's figure was particularly awkward - the raptor lord tried his best to hide himself behind his two companions, but even so he looked more like a four-legged creature forced to stand up and walk on two hind legs.

"Puff." The sudden low laugh of the primarch made the three warriors full of confusion, doubt, emotion and tension stop at a loss.

(*Don't think of your dog when you look at my son!! (Sharp whistling sound))

"Okay, okay, come here, come and complete the task I asked you to do."

The visibility in the bathhouse, which was specially ordered to dim the lumens, was very low, so when the white mist of water vapor was temporarily separated to reveal the original body in the central bath, the last remnants of the Eighth Legion, who habitually hid in the shadows of each corner, exclaimed excitedly.

The water vapor condensed on their father who had returned from the darkness, reflecting light like a string of crystal diamonds in the dim light. The ends of his long black hair spread out in the light red pool, like some kind of gorgeous The hem of the cloak or the hem of the majestic robe, while the upper part is curled up, like a black snake, wetly attached to the body of the King of the Night with contrasting skin color. Their genetic father is It was so noble, so shocking that several Night Lords began to weep at the sight of the living midnight ghosts they had witnessed.

As ordered, Sirion was responsible for re-trimming and polishing the original's nails (a certain Coze's fierce objections were not adopted), and Markutian was fortunate enough to be ordered to carefully scrub the original's skin with a sponge and soap. As for the end——

"Loufrix, why didn't you obey my order and come to comb and wash my hair?"

The Blood-Eyed Commander, who knelt on the ground with his head lowered as he approached the original body, let out a desperate wail.

"Please... please forgive me... please don't look at me anymore! Or you can just let me be everyone's feast here..."

(*Ha, he is quite conscious.)

"Oh?" The slight stirring sound of the water surface being parted came to the trembling raptor - indeed, this creature on the ground - if it can still be called a creature, is different from the paleness that other Night Lords proudly inherited from their father. He has a cold complexion that can only be found on corpses swollen by water. The alienated hind leg joints and the thick jointed claws on the limbs make him look like a gargoyle that has come alive from the deepest rainy night nightmare.

This level of mutation is severe even among the renegade Space Marines, who can feel the sarcasm and unkind looks from around them.

"Why are you crying? Lufrix." The original body held Blood Eye's weird chin in his palm and raised it, and the commander made a sound that sounded like crying, "My son."

The corpse gargoyle's tears flowed along his deformed face, past his broad teeth, and dripped onto the primarch's palm.

(*…)

"We are not a party for the Prince of Darkness here. (Selion, who was holding the other arm of the original body to clean it carefully, trembled unnoticeably)", pinching Lufrix's deformed face. After looking at it for a while, the Lord of the Night only said one sentence, "Don't worry. You still have things to do in the future. Tell me."

Lufrix's neck bones made a cracking sound, and his head was forced to lift up again, his self-consciously ugly face dodging his burning eyes like black glass.

"Will the proud flying blade of the Eighth Legion be raised again for my enemy? Lufrix?"

The eyes covered with the nictitating membrane were wide open, staring at the original body's calm face, trying to find any sign of disgust.

No.

"Yes, Father."

There was a slight movement in the farthest corner, like the sad and happy cry of some birds.

The atmosphere in the bathhouse returned to calm again, and the hot water that was once again replaced had become clear and transparent. He allowed himself to float on the edge of the bathhouse, surrounded by Selion, Markutian and Louflix. The Lord of the Eighth Legion, the Lord of Midnight, reveals his unparalleled noble and handsome appearance.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and his pale skin, which had never seen the sun, looked like some kind of mythical creature in the legend of Terra in the slightly rippling water. His long black hair had been combed out inch by inch by the blood-eyed commander's pious hands. He straightened it out, applied hair cream and hydrosol, and now it was like some kind of harmless tentacle coiled around the waist of himself and the heirs surrounding him, rising and falling with the waist-deep water.

As the door opened, Talos, who had also been cleanly washed and smeared with essential oil, was hurriedly walking towards them with bare feet, holding a newly received report in his hand.

"three."

(*Hello.)

"Two." The Night Lords raised their heads in confusion.

(*Hello!)

"one."

For some reason, Talos's feet suddenly slipped and he fell into the hot spring, causing a huge splash.

"The hot spring water is slippery, Talos! Hahaha!!!!"

First lowly, then louder laughter, people cried heartily and laughed louder after thousands of years, the mist transpired, like a dream.