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

No, Abaddon was far inferior to his father Horus. The four gods put a lot of effort into bewitching Horus. At that time, Horus and the Space Marines knew nothing about the subspace. It was intentional or unintentional that Horus' soul was possessed by the four gods. master. And Abaddon was just deceived by Carlos, and the deceiver gave him a random idea, and he ended up like this. It was really too bad. Ha ha!

The wonderful feeling of gradually unfolding a complex plan made Carlos's feathers stand up in relief. The next thing he had to deal with was Draconion's seal.

A tear with old mottled colors is a sacred object formed from the deep unwillingness and sorrow when the emperor's dream was shattered. (Small reminder: content appearing in Chapter 750)

This tear that Slaanesh wanted to taste was carefully hidden by Tzeentch. After a lot of rituals and corruption preparations, a small flaw appeared in this tear, and this would also be the key to breaking the Draconian seal. The essential.

Carlos shot his tears at the magic sword in Lin Fan's hand. Lin Fan, who was focusing all his attention on the magic sword in his hand, also reacted and avoided the teardrop attack with the magic sword.

But the teardrops did not need to collide to be effective. The spiritual energy on the teardrops pulled the seal on the magic sword away like a thread peeling off a cocoon, and the amorphous darkness began to flow freely in Lin Fan's hands. Countless voices of hatred sang in Lin Fan's ears, and they shouted in unison for the end of the human empire.

Lin Fan didn't care about anything else, he directly covered Draconian in front of his mouth and devoured it. However, this thing still continued to flow out of his nostrils, ears and eyes with the help of the internal penetration of the human body.

Seeing that Draconion was about to escape, Lin Fan suddenly shouted, "Damn it! You are just a damn sword!"

The invisible darkness that escaped from Draconion suddenly froze, and each black mass turned into magic sword fragments of different sizes. They all stared at Lin Fan, and then flew in all directions.

Lin Fan threw the light spear towards the largest fragment of the magic sword. As a result, the Spirit of Vengeance came to life and blocked the blow for him. This caused Lin Fan to appear in a mixture of flesh, blood and gravel the next second. on one of the walls.

"Don't bother me!" Lin Fan punched the wall, shattering it in an instant, but the scene behind the wall confused Lin Fan, and the boundless desert appeared in his field of vision.

Lin Fan cursed secretly, this must be the subspace's distortion of the laws of reality. The picture he saw now was very similar to the picture shown to him by bystanders. Dry corpses kept pouring out of the desert. Their bodies were branded with the symbol of Khorne. These mummies were hungry for the nourishment of blood.

Lin Fan had no intention of fighting them, and directly used the light spear to shuttle through the air. However, the concept of ground and sky did not exist in this desert. Lin Fan's next flash hit directly in the depths of the desert.

Climbing out of the hot sand, Lin Fan was surrounded by thousands of corpses. A fragment of the Demonic Sword was hidden among these mummies. Although its form had been firmly fixed by Lin Fan's consciousness, without the constraints of Abaddon's failed nature, it could release even more powerful power.

All the human souls who died in the Battle of Cadia were absorbed and transformed by Draconion. In the trembling buzz of the sword, the mummies were wrapped in the yellow sand and turned into elite-equipped corps. .

Catachan Order, Cadian Order, Krieg Order, Space Marines, Chaos Space Marines, Adeptus Mechanicus, Battle Sisters, Titan Legion...

They all appeared next to Lin Fan and poured countless firepower on him. There is no hiding, no avoiding.

"Is this what you rely on? You are still far inferior to the power created by Khorne!" Lin Fan sneered at the surrounding legions. He rushed towards a warrior-level titan, easily tearing through its thick outer armor and continue to attack upward.

After a while, the warrior-class Titan fell to the ground. The core of the reactor inside was pulled out by Lin Fan and used as a bomb. He threw the reactor into the crowd, and the huge explosion instantly cleared the entire area.

In the huge sand pit, Lin Fan saw the floating fragments of the magic sword. He immediately aimed and threw the light spear, stabbing it firmly on the fragments.

"Where else could you run?" Lin Fan flashed over and grabbed the fragment, then ate it like a biscuit.

The largest fragments have been contained, but there are still many smaller fragments scattered in all directions. Draconion's possession ability has become very crude. He must embed the fragment into someone or something's body to complete the possession, instead of just contaminating his mind as before.

Lin Fan continued to track the fragments and fought with the soul army summoned by the fragments in endless strange spaces. Soon, more than a dozen fragments were recovered by Lin Fan, but among these fragments, Lin Fan could not even see the structure of the sword hilt. They were all fragments of the sword body.

Continuing to travel through the invisible and infinite chaotic space, Lin Fan saw the golden sword hilt firmly inserted into the decaying land across a lake. He immediately took a few steps, and in the blink of an eye, he sank into a sea of ​​disgusting mucus and putrid substances. Fat maggots are the fish in this ocean, and the larvae of other insects hunt them for a living.

Lin Fan's presence broke the tranquility of this sea of ​​filth. Whether it was maggots or other insect larvae, they all showed an astonishing appetite for Lin Fan. Then they approached Lin Fan. Crowded together, they deprived the last bit of light in this turbid and viscous ocean, and boundless darkness completely surrounded Lin Fan.

"It's you disgusting things again!" Lin Fan wailed. He could clearly feel the sticky, thin and distinct nausea of ​​his body moving in the sea of ​​filth.

Then dense gnawing sounds were heard, which amplified the discomfort in Lin Fan's heart.

With no other choice, Lin Fan had no choice but to hold back the nausea and hold his throat, trying to use the purifying soup in his stomach to change the harsh environment around him.

And above the surface of the Sea of ​​Defilement, a rough and rotten tree slanted into the sky very high and far away, leaning on the decayed and mottled moist land. Yellow-green clouds wrapped around the tree trunks, pulling them to stir up the filthy ocean.

A surprised chuckle sounded amidst the popping bubbles, and the yellow-green clouds turned into fingers, gently picking up a small and delicate object from the wet earth.

That is the hilt of Draconion's magic sword.