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

Lin Fan shook his wrist. At this time, he could only rely on his magical slap to wake up the somewhat crazy Corax. He threw the light spear at Corax's crude human form, and immediately flashed over and gave Corax a slap.

The human form disintegrated like a shadow, and Lin Fan's palm did not touch any substantial material, as if he had passed over a holographic projection with his hand.

More humanoid figures floated around Lin Fan. They were like the light-emitting organs used by monkfish to lure prey to the bait. There were deadly traps around each humanoid figure.

Is this thing dangerous?

Lin Fan asked himself, and heard a strange rustling sound besides the screams. He looked down and found that the thick, liquid-like shadow was piercing into his body like steel nails. However, these nails could not hurt Lin Fan, so their actions were like using soft-bristle brushes to injure him. Lin Fan was as childish as shaving his legs.

The next moment, Corax also showed Lin Fan what would happen if these shadows penetrated the body. More than ten thousand Word Bearers floated up like corpses, and then quickly stood up in a twisted and stiff posture. Their armor was smooth but full of fine cracks, and the wandering shadows poked out looming tentacles from time to time.

The Word Bearers, whose interior was removed and only their shadows remained, launched an attack on Lin Fan, each one as violent as a zombie. When these Word Bearers were shattered by Lin Fan, the shadows inside their bodies acted like glue, and the Word Bearers were slowly and unstoppably glued back together.

While Lin Fan was crushing the endless stream of Word Bearers attacking him, he was also thinking about how to control Corax, who had unleashed the essence of subspace.

Corax also understood Lin Fan's unusualness through the testing of shadows, but he only regarded this excessive solidity as the nature of Lin Fan's armor. In his understanding, the inside of the human body was still a significant weakness.

So Corax, like the cursed Ferus, stared at Lin Fan's face under the helmet, trying to penetrate deep through the nostrils, ears and other holes.

Lin Fan noticed the shadow knocking on his helmet, as if looking for some crack. This reminded him of when Ferus attacked him with flames.

When Ferus was drained of part of his power by his magical stomach, he became much more rational.

Maybe I could try this with Corax?

Lin Fan did what he said and took off his helmet. Corax's shadow suddenly pierced Lin Fan's nostrils.

The shadow becomes smaller than a cell, penetrates the blood vessel wall and enters the blood, trying to control red blood cells, platelets and other substances. But he was surprised and puzzled to find that he was completely unable to do this. Every tiny cell in Lin Fan's body was stronger than anything Corax had ever come into contact with, not even the fine gold used to cast the keel of the battleship. One in ten thousand.

As a last resort, Corax could only continue to look for other weaknesses in Lin Fan's body. This action was not based on rational thinking, but was just a subconscious behavior developed from the long battle.

In the process of penetrating all around, Corax's shadow found Lin Fan's stomach that accommodates all things. The two-dimensional prison shaped like a starfish and the deep horror released from the black prison of Terra stayed quietly in the old soup of Nurgle, as if the well water was not invading the river water.

They divided two territories in Lin Fan's stomach, and anyone who tried to invade their territory would be ruthlessly attacked.

The shadow of Corax aroused the interest of both of them. In their perception, the shadow flowed tightly against the stomach wall, and countless probing eyes poured down from top to bottom.

The shadows squirmed and hissed, sending threatening messages to both of them.

The first thing to move was the deep terror that looked like a broken preserved egg. His dark, smooth and reflective body floated up from the old soup and released a terrifying wave towards the shadow that could make even the Imperial Guard tremble.

The shadow stagnated for a moment, but did not retreat in front of the broken preserved egg. In terms of the ability to release terror, the two seemed to have the same personality. The shadows turned into the sharp beaks of a group of crows and roared in unison at the broken preserved eggs, stirring up the old soup in the stomach.

Such a big movement naturally aroused Haixing's dissatisfaction. He opened his mouth wide at the broken preserved egg, showed his two-dimensional mouth and teeth, and urged him to stop playing around.

The broken preserved egg flashed several colors alternately, briefly responded to the starfish, and then floated towards the crows transformed into shadows. The closer he got, the more obvious the inexplicable tearing feeling became. The shadows were being peeled off by the broken preserved eggs, like a crow having its feathers plucked and its flesh cut off.

The shadow was not to be outdone and drew more power from outside Lin Fan's body.

The battle between the two evil creatures brought disaster to the perfect city built by Lorgar. Corax was like a black hole, devouring everything he could touch.

When Lorgar saw another collapse of the Perfect City, he fell ill on the spot. His anger helped him fight off Leman Russ's attack and broke the latter's arm. His eagerness helped him quickly form a spell and teleport it. Came to the perfect city.

"Corax! You bastard!" Lorgar cursed at Corax, who was flowing like a flood. He thrust the scepter into the ground in front of him, and then wrapped more than a hundred Chaos beads around it.

Many mantras emerged from Luojia's chanting, blocking all the shadows like a barrier. Then he opened his palm, and a large golden net quietly appeared. Holding a staff in one hand and a net in the other, Lorgar advanced through the boundless darkness. He had no interest in the minutiae of Corax's escape.

Strange...Corax's power seems to be much weaker...

After Luojia used psychic spells to defeat a large group of crows, he found Lin Fan sitting on the ground, feeling helpless.

At this time, he was holding his face with one hand and pressing his stomach with the other, and many shadows poured into Lin Fan's nostrils like oxygen tubes.

Such a strange scene made Luo Jia, who was angry and anxious, stunned for a moment. When Lin Fan saw Luo Jia coming, he waved to him and said hello.

A chill rose up Lorgar's back. He was thinking that the strange guy in front of him was a damn Tzeentch demon, right? And he is also the kind of ever-changing young master who is known for having fun?

grumbling...

Lin Fan's stomach growled more and more loudly, and the discomfort caused by his stomach made Lin Fan want to poop, but now was obviously not the best time to solve the physiological problem.

Ugh...it's really disgusting...

Lin Fan felt something was coming out and subconsciously opened his mouth.