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

After being called out, Kaiser White Fang stopped what he was doing and looked back at the familiar figure.

Wodehouse was so surprised that his jaw almost dislocated. He saw Lin Fan, who he thought had been swallowed up by the hypercube maze and would be difficult to come back, once again appeared out of thin air and appeared in front of him alive and kicking.

Lucius on the side also opened his eyes wide. No matter how he calculated, it was not enough. Now 30 minutes have passed. Lucius was also the first to speak, "Slaanesh, how did you get from the hypercube?" Came out of the maze.”

Lin Fan looked at Lucius and said calmly: "Because the exit is right there."

"You... this kid actually humiliates me with such inferior poetry!!" The furious Lucius struggled to get up, and then his shoulder was hit by a plasma blast from Kaiser White Fang. Broken, Lucius lay on the ground again, breathing heavily.

Lin Fan quickly leaned over and said, "Lord Kaiser, you must not kill him."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because if you feel happy killing him, he will resurrect in your body, and you will become a face in his disgusting armor."

"But I'm not happy? How can I feel happy when I kill a wild dog? At most, I just feel like I've killed another hateful traitor."

"That kind of emotion is enough. He has a wonderful record of resurrecting those soulless skeletons."

"Oh, that's it, then I don't care."

"You! Who are you! Why! Why do you know so clearly about my blessing!" Lucius raised his head hard and looked at Lin Fan's face, looking at him with resentment and fear in his eyes.

"I am the mourner of your Chaos Gods." Lin Fan approached Lucius coldly, and he finally saw a trace of panic on this face that only contained madness and laughter.

Lift your feet and plant them down.

Lucius's head exploded instantly, like a watermelon being hit with a baseball bat.

Lin Fan silently closed his eyes and waited for the feeling of being possessed by Lucius.

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Lucius died again, and his twisted soul blessed by Slaanesh was floating in the gap between the soul and the living. To be honest, this place seemed to Lucius to be more oppressive and penetrating than space. Some, this narrow and high gap separates the subspace and the real universe. In the distance is the fuzzy end of the faint white light, which can never be approached. The soul of the real universe rushes from one side like dark smoke under such white light. Traveling to the other side is like a passer-by who pays no attention to the scenery on the road.

Lucius felt his soul being pulled, which was a precursor to the resurrection beginning to take effect. His soul would be pulled from the gap to the attackers who had ups and downs in the real universe, and suck their souls to replace them.

Lucius was getting closer and closer to the immortal. When he entered the body, he saw a completely different scene than before.

The insides of other souls that were devoured by him were fragments of their memories. Lucius could often appreciate everything about them while devouring the delicious and juicy fresh souls. But in this immortal, Lucius could only see The same dark shadow-like scene in the gap between life and death.

Those high-rise buildings wrapped in black shadow had an architectural style unique to the imperial world of the late industrial era, but Lucius couldn't see clearly what the sign-like objects on them were written on. The black shadow-like person passed through Lucius's floating soul and walked towards the only place with color.

Lucius saw it, and saw a flashing red sign with low Gothic letters on a yellow background, and in the open space in front of him was a somewhat mini rhinoceros painted in Ultramarine livery. Transport truck, he followed the crowd into the interior of the only house with a colorful sign.

Everything in front of him was tormenting Lucius's nerves. He saw those powerful primitives just like gifts in a store, in a square prison made of transparent and unknown creations. As he went deeper and deeper, he saw more and more imprisoned people.

The powerful legions during the Horus Heresy were imprisoned one by one. Their armor was so clean and beautiful, and their movements were so majestic, but they were forever frozen in the moment before setting off for the expedition. , became an exhibit for those dark figures to appreciate.

"What are these? Necrons? Their stasis stance? Collection?" As far as Lucius knew, only those Necrons dormant in the black stone tombs had such technology that transcended reason.

But soon he knew that this prison was definitely not opened by those Necron. Behind a corner, he saw the Necron army, whether it was the warriors and skinners he knew, or the square tip he didn't recognize. Both the monument and the fragments of the Star God, he felt extremely frightened by their huge size and vaguely perceived powerful power.

Orcs, Eldar, Dark Eldar, Empire, Tau, Chaos Warriors, Tyranid Swarm, Necrons, basically all the species that had some reputation in Lucius's world were neatly placed in their own categories. In a cold prison.

He even saw the portraits of the four gods hanging on the wall in the distance. These evil gods who could not be looked directly at and had the power to destroy the world were sealed in the paintings and hung on the wall very casually.

Lucius's soul was still numb, and he even forgot how to be afraid. He just drifted unconsciously wherever he could go, and was shocked by the constant appearance of prison inmates.

Finally, he found a pile of books in this miraculous prison. He immediately found the book with the picture of himself slaughtering the Eldar. Trembling, Lucius opened the book.

Lucius during the legions

Everything about him, his past in the Legion, his life serving in the Legion, the madness of betraying the Legion and entering Chaos are all written in the book without any mistakes.

As if realizing something, Lucius didn't dare to read anymore, and hurriedly opened the next book. He read the story of the Emperor, the story of the Four Gods of Chaos, saw the Ancient Saint, and saw the Battle of Heaven. , he saw all the past and all the future of their universe.

He put down the book and felt his soul-like hands shaking tremblingly, while the dark shadows passing through him said words he couldn't understand, and they looked through it very casually, and even took out something to rewrite on it. . Lucius's book was also picked up, which made him curious about his fate. Behind the black shadow writing, he saw a line like this.

Lucius, killed by a loyal captain on a hulk near Armageddon.

"No, no, no!!!" Lucius looked at the end of the last stroke, and his soul began to leave the world rapidly. Everything in front of him floated upward like smoke and dust, and Lucius Hughes was also involved and couldn't hear the slightest sound.

After a thunderous sound, Lucius's soul was completely separated from that terrible place. He felt that his whole body was surrounded by scorching golden light. He raised his head and saw only a cold sun shining with light.

"Corpse...Emperor..." The gentle whisper seemed to attract the attention of the sun, and Lucius felt that his soul was slowly burning under the light.

"Hmph." A disdainful hum came, which directly caused half of Lucius's soul to evaporate. He collapsed on the ground and was so weak that he couldn't even control his soul. Five black armors appeared behind him. The giant, gearing up, tilted his head slightly and stared at him who couldn't move;