How powerful can a Primarch be?

A heavily armed Space Marine can kill another heavily armed Space Marine in a sneak attack, while a naked Primarch can counter-kill a group of heavily armed Space Marines in a sneak attack with only a few injuries. Minor injuries can be healed in half a day.

Lin Fan had seen the way the Forbidden Army fought, the swift and inevitable long-blade slashing, and the perfect shots where every bullet could accurately hit the same point, but after all, these could be regarded as quantitative measures in a certain sense. The elite warriors produced are still slightly inferior compared to the 20 unique and distinctive primarchs.

There was clearly a distance of more than a thousand meters between them. Lin Fan only took a few breaths to see the angry Chagatai running in front of him. Even his eyesight could not fully capture his movements.

Lin Fan's eyes and neck moved too slowly...

Chagatai Khan, who was holding a scimitar, slashed the scimitar into Lin Fan's neck without any hesitation. Then the strange feeling coming from the long blade made him look shocked.

Chagatai's control technology was obviously stronger than that of the Shadow Prison Guard Tokman. He quickly turned around with his sword and kicked Lin Fan with his huge iron boots.

The strong counter-shock force put tremendous pressure on his knees. You can hear the friction of the power armor and the slight sound of the bones inside the original body in this unbuffered kick.

"It's like stepping onto a mountain..."

Being sent out by the power of his own feet, Chagatai Khan supported himself on the ground with his hands to avoid falling and rolling. Then he exerted force on his wrists and made a beautiful and clean leap to stand up again.

And what about Lin Fan?

He didn't react at all, and he didn't realize the feeling on his neck and butt until Jaghatai rushed behind him and took action.

I touched my neck and found some shiny chips on it. Chagatai's face became even uglier when he saw Lin Fan's actions. He looked carefully at the scimitar in his hand and found that the blade on it was still sharp, but it was obviously thinner by more than a millimeter.

"What are you...?"

Jaghatai spoke, and his rich voice coupled with the standard pronunciation of High Gothic made him look elegant and full of literary flavor. It's a pity that his worn power armor and the big bump on his forehead ruined this image, making it a bit nondescript.

Seeing that Jaghatai was finally willing to try to communicate, Lin Fan hurriedly said, "I am the captain of the th Regiment of the Kasare Corps, Zao Zao, an Astra Militarum..."

"Nonsense!" Chagatai shouted, denying Lin Fan's self-introduction, "If mortals can wander in the dangerous webway! What else do space warriors do! What is your true nature!"

How can I say this? Tell him that he comes from another universe and dimension? Tell him that he is a subjective person immersed in the story? Not to mention whether Khan would believe it or not, the fact that Lin Fan was stabbed in the head without any injuries was enough for Khan to associate him with some evil spirit in the subspace.

While Lin Fan was hesitating, Xiao Yi spoke up: "The people in front of you are the survivors of the glorious past. If you don't mind, you can call us ancestors."

Xiaoyi's nanobug swarm dispersed and formed an illusory mechanical head in the air, looking at the Chagatai without any emotion.

"Hate intelligence? Golden human?"

Jaghatai's eyes widened, looking at the mechanical head in front of him and the mysterious man who had worn out his knife. He knew what a glorious past humanity had in the past. During the Great Expedition, he loved to keep the books and legends of foreign races to read. Many of the records pointed to a pioneering and enterprising person who once existed in the star sea. A beacon of civilization that is inclusive of all things.

That was not the bloody, twisted lie created by his father, it was not the rotten corpse that collapsed on the entire universe...

He tried to find traces of the golden humans, but he had no results. From the expedition to the rebellion, and then to the long days when he entered the webway, he witnessed countless golden legacies and countless crazy dark machines.

But he had never seen someone like this who had reason and could communicate.

The desire to understand the glorious past even exceeded the vigilance of both for a moment, but Khan's nerves still quickly calmed down.

"If it's true as you said, why are you wearing the armor of an imperial soldier?"

"We just finished a battle at Armageddon. I was sent in by Tzeentch..."

Lin Fan shrugged helplessly and told Khan his story, but Khan didn't care about his story. He was more concerned about Lin Fan's indifferent feeling when he told the names of the dark gods.

Those dark enemies... those fallen brothers who had shown him the true gods of the Warp.

He could not forget what the lobbyists sent by Horus showed him. Those smart and intelligent people told the truth in the academic palace; the hard-working and brave warriors resolved their differences with honor and justice, and in They hugged each other amidst the sound of war drums; in the soft and gentle garden, there was a calm and kind gardener who carefully cared for it; in the grand opera house with a dome, beautiful girls and handsome young men danced gracefully on the stage.

Everything seemed so beautiful, rational, just, friendly, and elegant. This seemed to be everything Khan recognized. At that moment, he even indulged in it and began to reject the imperial truth that he had always doubted and ridiculed.

"So...are you willing to follow the Warmaster's great deeds..."

"I...what is this..."

"Huh?" The lobbyist felt Khan's eyes and covered a small crack under his face.

"What are you hiding!" Khan, sensing something was wrong, grabbed the lobbyist's thin arm and tore the lies off his face.

What a face that is! The flesh was completely stripped off, and the eyes without eyelids shed not wet tears, but the churning red blood. The pale eyeballs were full of crazy colors, and the tendons in the flesh and blood were carved with things that Khan had never seen before. of fine runes.

An eight-pointed star exuding obvious malice and hatred was pieced together on its face. All the illusions in front of Khan's eyes began to collapse. The academic palace he saw turned into a changing shadow manipulating the souls of all skins; the righteous and brave warriors turned into beasts that only knew blood-thirsty slaughter. Sacrifice your own blood under the blood-stained throne; flowers and trees rot rapidly, and those butterflies that symbolize beauty turn into pus-hung flies and maggots, swelling under the twisted and sticky dying sky; theater The scene was even more unbearable, with all kinds of bodily fluids and blood smeared on the stage and seats, the crowd twisted together like tree roots, and the crazy smiles on their faces that could tear their cheeks apart.

This madness... is unbearable!

"Horus...what have you done..." Khan smashed the lobbyist's head and looked at the Horus coalition fleet. Those glorious fleets that symbolized the glory of the empire were retreating in his eyes. Dropped all pretense.

Spikes, countless spikes covered with cold corpses.

A huge piece of cloth was sewn on the surface of the broad hull. Khan thought it was a decoration, but found that the slightly red cloth was covered with wailing faces.

He saw the center of the flagship, where Horus was staring into his trembling soul with his bloody, heartless eyes...

Jaghatai Khan sounds like a barbarian like Russ, but in fact Jaghatai is one of the most cultured and artistic among the Primarchs.

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