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

Lin Fan tried to cut open Khorne's body with his bayonet, but he was completely unable to touch the edge of Khorne.

Although Khorne pays more attention to the spirit of bravery in battle than Slaanesh, it does not mean that you have to stupidly use your body to resist every attack. The opponent has the ability to leave injuries on you and he leaves injuries out of mercy. Two different things.

If the opponent's strength is not worth mentioning, even bending a hair is a symbol of shame.

"Waste!" Khorne taunted, and he moved his head back slightly, just enough to prevent Lin Fan's bayonet from touching it. His ax cut into Lin Fan's abdomen, and the smooth blade was shattering, but Khorne would repair the damage.

Lin Fan was sent several hundred meters away, and it was only by holding his feet on the ground that he could avoid further retreating.

"Wori..." Lin Fan shook his hands. He looked at Khorne approaching slowly and steadily in the distance. He felt that this guy's combat experience was not comparable to that of a reckless man like him who was hooded and beaten.

"I don't even feel pleasure attacking you, I just feel sick."

I didn't expect Khorne to have a bad mouth...

Lin Fan raised his spear and aimed at the approaching Khorne. His throw was very accurate, but Khorne's blocking movements were not slow. He could easily block all Lin Fan's long-range attacks with just one hand, and He fired several blood spears in return.

Everyone could see that Lin Fan did not have the upper hand in the battle, he just relied on his specialness to keep getting beaten.

But they didn't mean to be sarcastic. After all, he was the Lord of War. Except for other gods of the same rank as him, no one thought that they could compete with the Lord of War.

"We can't just sit back and wait for death. God knows how much time it will take them." Perturabo looked through the telescope from a distance. He and other primarchs were discussing countermeasures.

"We need to summon the Emperor and possess him again." Jaghatai put forward his own suggestion. "Although Seles is unconscious, we can perform the ritual that Ifreni used and summon the Emperor again. "

"Ritual? What ritual?" Dorn didn't know that the Emperor had possessed Perturabo, but when he learned that the Emperor could be summoned according to the witchcraft he hated most, he could only say it. A sigh.

The Eldar prophets stated that it would be difficult for them to accomplish this without Ifreni as the centerpiece of the ritual.

The mentioned plan has reached an impasse that cannot be realized, and Trazin, who is hanging on Elafren's waist, is explaining in horror to Orikan, who has only one core left.

"Believe me, I really didn't do anything. His ability to subjectively create things is entirely his own result. I swear to the God of Death and the Council of Three Saints that if I help the subjective to awaken, my museum will be used by the orcs. Use it as a toilet!"

"This still sounds suspicious..."

"Really, for the sake of our colleagues, don't delete my data. I also treated you to the theater and dinner."

"But we must break the current deadlock. That fraudster has caused too much trouble. He is a star god, a guy who has witnessed the great achievements of the previous subject! He can only push himself to a dead end by doing things like this! What on earth is he going to do? "

"Who knows...but we must deal with the current problem! We were almost affected by Khorne's attack just now!"

"In fact, we have been affected 4 times. You should thank me. To be honest, I am about to melt. Without the time necklace, I can only bear the consumption of going back in time...ahem..."

"Then how many more times can you do it?"

"If you want to see me disappear completely, I can do it one last time."

Trazin was silent, he didn't want to see Orikan pass away so meaninglessly. Although he always mocked Orikan in private as a rough man who didn't know how to appreciate him, he fully respected Orikan's knowledge and ability.

Frequently teasing Orikan is just a way for him to appreciate the fun of life.

"Orican, we have to help the subject awaken temporarily."

"Are you mentally ill? Once awakened, it is irreversible. How do you achieve temporary awakening?" Orikan asked.

"He strongly believes in 'setting'. We can fabricate an object, add restrictions and conditions to it, and have a credible enough history." Trazin explained, "We can completely use a stone Come to fool him, tell him that this is some kind of abandoned weapon, and he will believe this statement. And it must be written carefully, and the history of its existence can be found from the stars, and various hints can be penetrated into his mind to suppress the awakening. progress."

"This doesn't sound like an easy job. Can't you just make up a little story?"

"Can you bear the consequences of your lies being exposed? The most dangerous things should be dealt with with the most rigor."

Trazin's rebuttal left Orikan speechless. He accepted Trazin's suggestion and used the Brilliant Star Chart to adjust the changes in the universe.

The dazzling star map sealed in the pure white space was flashing, and a message was transmitted to the King of Silence who was commanding the battle outside the river.

It is action, not observation. It's a change, not an adjustment.

The King of Silence calculated the consequences of using the Brilliant Star Chart, and considered whether the current universe could withstand the adjustment of the star chart without continuing to be broken.

His eyes are shining, and a word that cannot be written down is emerging in the picture woven by the data.

He first granted Orikan's request, observed the behavior of Trazin and Orican, watched them carefully weave history, create relics, and prepare to put them in Trazin's pocket with the coincidence of various characters.

A shining stone, set by Trazin and Orikan as one of the ancient holy creations that sealed the power of the four gods. The Silent King knows that these are all nonsense. If the ancient saints had such a thing back then, they would not have been wiped out by the monsters generated in the subspace.

But if the subject is convinced that this thing exists, then it will function independently of the current universe.

The risk is too great...

The Silent King felt that there were too many variables for Lin Fan to use such equipment, so he summoned his loyal time warlocks and told them to be prepared.

One hundred and twenty thousand time warlocks formed a formation, and under the command of the Silent King, they used time spells to shape a loud and clear sound.

"retreat!"

The time of the entire universe is going back. The swarm of insects that rushed towards the Necrontyr battleship retracted, and the Gaussian beams that were stirred up were peacefully stored in their batteries.

Only a few beings can perceive the retreat of the universe with the same spectator attitude as the Silent King.

That is the disordered subspace gods, and the star gods who exist as the embodiment of rules.

The Necrons can directly use the jet motorcycle as a spaceship, the Tomb Blade (the illustration is hard to find, so I can only post some introductions to the weapon)