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

On the planet VK-01, Chagatai felt that the discomfort in his body was fading away. He opened his eyes and stood up with difficulty.

His intuition told him that something had changed, just like when he dueled with the rebellious Mortarion, he felt that the seemingly normal ground and walls around him were full of poisonous insects that exploded at the touch of a touch.

Chagatai immediately rushed out of the command room and opened the door. Then he stopped in shock and did not dare to take a step through the door.

Lin Fan's green armor covered the surface of the planet, and Chagatai could not understand what he saw.

It must be the way I open the door is wrong...

Chagatai closed the door, took a few deep breaths and opened it again.

The scene outside returns to normal.

Chagatai rubbed his eyes and decided to go back and lie down for a while to regain his energy.

...

"But you can't think like that..." Lin Fan shook his head. He saw how Bai Huan evaporated the entire universe into the small puddle it is today with just a few words.

If you believe too much and are too firm in something, God knows what will happen. Maybe the galaxy will continue to break?

It's like the Milky Way Collapse Coefficient that the Necrontyr Dynasty has been supervising. Maybe it just jumped up another number in its random thoughts?

Lin Fan decided not to think about these problems because he remembered his conversation with Trazin at Armageddon.

I'm an immerser... I'm into plot, but I'm not as good as Bai Huan.

..

Continuing to explore the ruined ship, Lin Fan smelled the rotten smell of corpses.

Following the smell, there was a half-open door at the end of a steel corridor. The faint light filtered through the cracks in the door, and there was a rustling sound.

"No!" A roar of collapse, "No! I can't be forgiven! If I can escape punishment! Where is the justice? I have no choice! I have no choice!"

Lin Fan stood at the door and saw a pale giant crawling on the ground on all fours next to a statue made of flesh and blood.

He exuded an aura of crazy paranoia, and his broken spirit caused a dark red light to shine around him.

"Who! Who is there!" The giant roared at the door, "No...no one will...the prophecy will not come true here..."

The giant staggered away and Lin Fan walked into the room, thoughtfully.

That was Curze, the genetic father of the Night Lords. So this is still one of the past timelines?

"Bystander, are you there?" Lin Fan shouted, his voice echoing in the empty hulk.

No response.

Lin Fan then walked forward, and then his shoulder was hit by a nail fired from the shadow.

There is a long chain behind this nail, which can directly hang Lin Fan up when it penetrates his shoulder.

The trap is an exquisite killing machine designed through an ingenious mechanical structure. It incorporates the infinite knowledge of humans in hunting wild beasts and hunting their own kind. The process of making a trap and thinking about its function is quite a wonderful thing.

But there are also some bitter problems, that is, after the trap has been polished and dusted over the years, it can still stably injure and kill a daredevil, but the owner who created it does not have such a blessing to witness the scene.

But for Conrad Coates, the great midnight ghost whose prediction ability is accurate to minutes and seconds, he has already witnessed the next scene tens of millions of times.

But Lin Fan was not within his prediction...

If everything goes well, this bone-penetrating nail will hit a space scavenger on the left shoulder, and then throw the scavenger against the wall when the chain is withdrawn. He will die in pain with his internal organs damaged and his bones shattered.

Click...

Sparks and fragments of bone-penetrating nails scattered on the ground. Lin Fan didn't even bother to pat his shoulders. He continued to wander in the corridor filled with murderous intent at a reckless pace.

"Come out, Coz~ let's talk~"

Lin Fan's call was distorted and elongated by the building structure, and when it echoed, it revealed a sense of ridicule that Cozz could not bear.

That person...that thing?

Kurtz was confused. He didn't see Lin Fan in any of the prophecies, so he couldn't decide what he would do next.

"Is this your punishment! Are you laughing at me for being a slave to the prophecy? Father!" Cozz roared breathlessly. He crawled silently in the shadows, keeping what he thought was a safe position with Lin Fan. distance.

However, Lin Fan was not blinded by the darkness. On this ship with no living people, Coze's red body was too obvious.

"Come out~ you won't be able to hide for long~"

A solid metal ball rolled towards Lin Fan. There were mottled blood stains on the surface of this heavy ball. Lin Fan was not the first victim it crushed.

However, the mission of this iron ball ended today. The iron ball was held up by Lin Fan with one foot.

Lin Fan retracted his legs slightly, then kicked forward hard, and the iron ball flew back along the same path.

The sparks and noise of friction and collision were extremely noisy, and it was like torture in this small and confined space.

Curze couldn't believe his perception. The metal ball was cast based on Vulkan's power.

Even if his dark and sturdy brother is wearing heavy armor, he still has to do his best under the crushing force of the iron ball.

The thing's eyes were always locked on me...even through so much darkness and so many metal plates, he was still looking at me.

Kurtz ended his brutal posture on all fours, stood up, and found that Lin Fan's head was also slightly raised.

Curze shuddered, a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

He had rarely seen any being so keenly aware of the presence of midnight ghosts, and even his brother would become lost in the darkness where the ghosts roamed.

But he never...

Is this an assassin sent by the empire? An assassin who specializes in hunting and strengthening, and who has the ashes of the soulless smeared on his body?

Curze quickly rejected this idea. He could see clearly that the Imperial Assassin would never wear such green armor and enter this dangerous area with such a defiant attitude.

"Destiny will not be fulfilled here..." Curze murmured to himself. Half-crazy, he put his blood-stained fingers into his mouth, nibbling at a fixed rhythm.

Curze ran away again...

Lin Fan watched the red shadow move deeper into the hulk, and then stopped at a certain position.

Lin Fan casually patted the blade on his armor and continued walking forward. He was thinking about the meaning of the Emperor speaking to him through the timeline.

"Rescue him..."

Does it mean rescuing Curze? Or rescue others? And isn't it a little weird to save Curze? After all, this guy has always wanted to die.

Hey...why do you care so much? Fulgen is with him.