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

Lin Fan was not laughing because Abaddon had done some funny things. It was mainly because as he recalled, many details of Draconian slowly emerged in his mind, and these things formed a relationship with Abaddon himself. The strong contrast was the key to making Lin Fan laugh out loud.

Draconion is a specialized demon that is extremely dangerous to the Emperor and humanity. During the Webway War, Draconion's record was truly horrifying. He destroyed a combined force composed of Custodes, Sisters of Silence, and Titans. . He shuttled between human bodies, seizing a Predator Titan captain and then destroying a Warlord Titan, seizing a Dominant Sage and then destroying a Custodes Dreadnought. This daemon even severely damaged the Emperor himself. Unable to destroy this daemon born from man's original malice and inextricably linked to himself, the Emperor had to seal his power and banish it from the Webway.

Thinking about it this way, Abaddon's strength is indeed not as high as Draconian's. Thinking further, maybe Abaddon is hindering the development of Draconian's power now. It would be as wasteful as if he would use the irreproducible Blackstone Fortress as a meteorite to hit Cadia in the future.

Abaddon: Ah! Draconian! A magic sword that can harm the emperor's body! With it I will crush the Empire once and for all! Destroy that impostor on the throne! *

Draconion: I'm too lazy to deal with this fool, just change a sword so that he can use it.

And Abaddon's experience of getting the magic sword was quite interesting. He wandered through a maze full of impossible angles, where he met a tall figure shrouded in golden light. This golden figure took him to In the center of the labyrinth, the sealed Draconion is floating.

If this golden figure is the Emperor...then Abaddon would have too many questions to explore while holding Draconion.

Lin Fan thought of this and threw his light spear back, instantly distanced himself from Abaddon. He was not afraid of Abaddon, but he was mainly worried that his physique would crush Draconion, thus affecting the seal the Emperor had placed on him. Although Lin Fan could inhale the Draconian Storm with one hand, what if something happened to him? After all, this demon can use human bodies to jump continuously. If he joins the expeditionary force, it will be troublesome.

Abaddon had to give up using the sword first. It would be safer if he could eat the sword intact.

But how do you get Abaddon to lay down his weapons? You must know that Abaddon's strength enough to become a warmaster is inseparable from the sword in his hand. It is absolutely impossible for any warrior to put down his weapon in the process of fighting.

"Why not tap into my subjectivity?"

"Although I can't think about the laws of the world in perfect detail, I can say that I know a lot about the themes and settings of the Warhammer world."

"What is there about Abaddon that impresses me? What is there about Abaddon that impresses me?"

Suddenly, Lin Fan remembered something. He stood motionless, focusing solely on Abaddon.

Abaddon did not act rashly. After all, in his and other people's perception, Lin Fan was just standing there normally, with no abnormality in the gathering of spiritual energy around him.

Suddenly, he felt a sudden discomfort in his arms, and then an uncontrollable sense of separation.

pat pat pat.

Abaddon's two arms and parts of his shoulder armor fell to the ground, and the smoothness of their wounds was indescribable.

The blood spurted out one after another according to the rhythm of the heartbeat. The Astartes' heartbeat speed far exceeded the standard of mortals, so the blood spurted out was almost like a waterfall.

"What...what's going on?" Abaddon looked at his wound on the ground in extreme shock, and then he got the answer from Lin Fan's excited cry.

He did it, but by what means? Just now, there was no psychic power at all!

Lin Fan was in the excitement of success. He had been concentrating on the problem of broken hands in Abaddon's old chess pieces. This problem, which Lin Fan had personally experienced, had perfectly affected Abaddon under the influence of his consciousness. The body has no impact on the surrounding environment.

Lin Fan cast his gaze, and the cross-section of the severed arm became more and more familiar. It was exactly the same as the small chess piece of Abaddon's severed arm that he collected in the glass cabinet.

Such a sudden change aroused the nervousness of the soldiers behind Abaddon, and they immediately opened fire on Lin Fan to cover the Warmaster's retreat. Lin Fan threw the light spear at the position of the severed arm, and grabbed Draconian in his hand.

If there was any shortcoming, it was that Abaddon's hand squeezed the sword too tightly, which made Lin Fan lift the magic sword and his arm together.

Standing in the rain of bullets, Lin Fan pried Abaddon's hand off the hilt of the magic sword, and then thought about how he should swallow such a long sword intact without letting it break.

He gestured at the length of the sword and found that it was definitely more than two meters long. Unless Lin Fan straightened his coiled intestines, it would be absolutely impossible to swallow the sword completely.

Lin Fan looked at the surface of the magic sword in the rain of bullets. There was no metallic reflection on the blade, only the faces of countless screaming souls rolling around.

Lin Fan was thinking about how to deal with the magic sword. Abaddon on the other side also withdrew into the defensive circle formed by the soldiers. His wounds had healed and one of his arms was taken back by the soldiers.

"Heal me quickly!" Abaddon ordered, and the wizard pressed his only remaining arm against the wound, trying to use magic to sew muscles, blood vessels, nerves, bones and other parts.

But the effect was not obvious. The biological tissue connected by the spell kept disconnecting, as if there was some invisible force covering the wound. What he discovered next caused the wizard to fall into extreme panic.

"Warmaster..." The wizard tried his best to control his voice, but Abaddon could still hear the panic and panic in it.

Abaddon asked the wizard with a stern face, asking him to tell him everything he had discovered, but the wizard fell into tangled emotions at this time and did not speak for a long time. Finally, when the veteran of the Age of War placed a power sword on the wizard's neck, he spoke, "Warmaster... your arm may never be connected again."

"Damn it... witchcraft or the influence of technology?" Abaddon cursed twice, but his morale was not lowered by this news. In his long years of fighting in the east and west, he also suffered many more serious injuries than this.