Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Lin Fan has never seen such violence and anger in the subspace. Even though he has wandered in the territory of the dark gods several times, he has never witnessed such violent soul thunder.

Geller's position, which existed like a bubble, seemed so fragile. Facing the thunder, which was much larger than the battleship itself, Lin Fan felt frightened.

It doesn't matter if something happens to others, but if something happens to this ship, it will be a big trouble.

But fortunately, there must be a reason for Odemair to dare to do this.

Geller stood tenaciously to withstand the bombardment of soul lightning. Lin Fan could even see the lightning shattering on his stand, leaving the demons with distorted faces of unwillingness.

Odemair is looking for the largest and most turbulent waves in the violent subspace. She wants to send the ship to the top of the waves, and then be pushed far away, directly to the destination.

"Next you have to protect the spherical cockpit!"

After warning Lin Fan, Odemeyer focused all her attention on the subspace engine and the subspace. She even lowered the energy of the Geller stance on the bridge part so that the spherical cockpit could receive more light. What valuable information.

And as she did so, warp pollution was eroding the entire ship. The Emperor's icon placed at the stern exudes a sacrosanct light, protecting the area at the stern of the ship.

Lin Fan himself had to face the torrent of violent subspace.

He smiled bitterly at the audacity of Odemair's skill, and then, with the blessing of the divine power given to him by Khorne Cleaver, he used war vision to observe the hostility of the masterless demon.

The erratic demon like white smoke penetrated from the outside, roaring with a sharp voice, ready to plunge into the spherical cockpit and take over the entire battleship.

But Lin Fan had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he grabbed the demon, put it in front of his nose and took a deep breath. The demon was inhaled into Lin Fan's lungs.

Then he exhaled deeply, and white smoke and wails came from Lin Fan's mouth.

The other demons were shocked by this weird way of death. This method was simply more evil than the devil.

"Roar!" But the moment of shock was dominated by chaotic mania, and the demons rushed towards Lin Fan again.

"This is getting more and more interesting!"

Lin Fan used all his strength to hold a demon in each arm, and with one push, the demon turned into a ball of fire and disappeared.

The fingers are like sharp stabbing swords, and each quick thrust can leave the devil with a lifelong wound.

More and more demons turned into balls of fire and disappeared in front of Lin Fan, but they were nothing more than flesh wounds to the endless army of demons.

The demons in front witnessed the deaths of other demons and tried to retreat, but the demons behind them who had not yet figured out the situation pushed them to Lin Fan's side.

In the end, Lin Fan felt that the beating was a bit boring and troublesome. He stretched out his arms, raised his two fingers, and turned around like a beginner Tai Chi student, scattering the group of demons that were surrounding him again.

In the moment when he had some space, Lin Fan decided to find someone to help him.

Who should I look for?

It's better to call him Khorne. With his bad temper, he certainly can't bear the bastard he wants to beat being beaten by another demon first.

It sounds pretty reasonable when you think about it... Lin Fan laughed out loud, and then shouted Khorne's name loudly in this violent and unknown subspace ocean.

Lin Fan's call was quickly passed to the brass throne of Khorne. At this time, the master of the endless war had just smashed Tzeentch's crystal maze. There were many damages on the blood-fire armor made of brass.

It seems that the eternally angry Lord of War also took care of Slaanesh on the way and gave Nurgle a knife at home.

Since everyone has been beaten, it is really unfair that Nurgle does not receive a beating... Khorne thought so, tempering the armor in the fire of war and blood, and repairing the damage on it.

There is a layer of crystal on the helmet, which is the trace left by Tzeentch's magical power.

There is a gap in the thick breastplate, and golden flames and purple flowers are flashing in the gap. This is the trace left by the God-Emperor and Slaanesh.

There was also a string of green and yellow sticky objects on the world-destroying blade. It looked like a disgusting thing related to Nurgle. Khorne looked at this sword with disgust, which could burn the stars. Thrown into a pit of broken weapons.

Then a new world-destroying long blade was reforged on the high platform of the ever-extinguishing furnace.

"You shouldn't have chopped down that disgusting thing from Nurgle... But if you don't clean up such a disgusting thing, it's hard to understand the hatred in my heart..."

Khorne's voice echoed through his heavy helmet, and no one but him could hear the low soliloquy.

Sitting on his brass throne, Khorne scanned his realm.

The once neat and orderly city, full of war order, was reduced to chaotic ruins during the sneak attacks of Slaanesh and the God-Emperor.

He was a little angry, but then he suppressed his anger due to the ruins of the war, and admired the environment of the ruins of the war.

As for the struggling believers and the demons under his command, he didn't care. Khorne would only send out human heads. Whoever completed the task would naturally gain sublimation of divine power.

Khorne opened the Blood Sacred Cabinet on the throne and took out a bottle of blood that was so viscous that it was indescribable. He pinched his hand and rubbed it. In the friction of the armor, unquenchable fire appeared and fell into the blood bottle.

The thick blood became active due to the addition of fire, gurgling like sparkling wine.

"what...."

Drinking the blood bottle in one gulp, the essence of the endless war in this universe made Khorne feel controllable anger.

Angry, but not that angry.

At this moment, just as he felt a trace of comfortable Khorne, he heard a familiar and damning voice bothering him in his ears.

"It's you again...it's you again!!! You damn!!! Bug!!!"

Khorne's body that had just sat down was suddenly pulled up, and even the world-destroying blade next to the throne was knocked down on the Blood Plateau, and the huge war blade once again smashed the land of war.

He raised his hand and sucked it in, and the world-destroying blade returned to Khorne's hand. He stared at the blade and observed Lin Fan's position.

Taking a closer look, he saw Lin Fan being attacked by the lowly demons from the Chaos Wasteland, and Khorne's fire had doubled.

"My prey! You dare to touch it!?"

Khorne roared, summoned his followers and demons, and once again formed an army and headed in the direction of Lin Fan.

But Khorne no longer had the patience to march. He used his sword to break open the space, and then opened the gap with his hands. He stretched his head into the gap and saw Lin Fan fighting in the sea of ​​demons.

“You thieves! Cowards!

Khorne pointed his hand, and his legions fought with the masterless demons.

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