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

After several breaths, the Lucius who could be possessed and reborn again and again did not appear on Lin Fan's body.

"So, this guy is really dead?" Kaiser White Fang asked, he was very concerned about the fate of these traitors who betrayed humanity and the Emperor.

Lin Fan felt it carefully. To be honest, he felt nothing. He could only nod his head: "I think he is completely dead."

"In that case, let us solve the current problem. Can your ability help those people break through the stasis position?" Wodehouse silently stepped forward and interrupted the conversation between the two. After all, they There was still a mission to do, and the remaining three Gray Hunters of the Space Wolves were guarding their perimeter.

"I don't know, but I can try." Lin Fan approached Sister Gavestin and Delia, who were still flashing in black and white and stopped moving, and put his hands on them, gently With a push, the stagnant state was released, and the person who was released fell to the ground, probably because this form of contact was too violent.

Lin Fan quickly approached and listened carefully to their movements. The gentle and steady heartbeats and the rising and falling breathing of the chest proved that their lives were not in danger and they were just temporarily unconscious.

After liberating all the stagnant teammates in the same way, Lin Fan placed them one by one in the corner, like a group of people who had just escaped from the battle and were leaning on the trench wall of the position. Like a group of tired soldiers sleeping.

After dealing with them, Lin Fan turned back and walked towards Wodehouse to see how they were going to deal with the bleeding skull on the altar of the Blood God.

"I didn't find any runes or seals to maintain this altar. It seems that the entire altar is driven by this skull." Wodehouse came up with his answer after careful inspection and psychic scanning. .

"So this thing is hard to destroy?"

"This is most likely a sacred instrument of blasphemous power. It can independently unfold rituals and magic circles in the real universe without the need for sacrifices. In my impression, only those blasphemous sacred instruments can do this."

"Then we are really lucky, aren't we? A good opportunity to destroy the evil god's toys."

"Yes, my friend, a good opportunity."

Wodehouse closed his eyes and began to gather spiritual energy again. This kind of gathering of spiritual energy must be used flexibly by those who are skilled in using spiritual energy. Otherwise, those who are not good at learning and have inexperienced spiritual energy can't use it flexibly. It is very likely that the person will be exploded by the spiritual energy accumulated in his body, or be swallowed by the demons attracted by the beacon-like projection he created in the subspace.

A psyker about to lose control

Wodehouse perfectly grasped this balance, and poured out his loyalty to the Emperor and the Primarch, as well as the frost-like anger of Fenris. The turbulent flow of psychic energy was limited to one by perfect skill and control. Within a very small range, it shot towards the bleeding skull like a psychic laser.

Fierce resistance came from the skull shot by the psychic laser. That thing that can perform sacrilegious rituals and maintain subspace storms out of thin air without the assistance of any magic circles or sacrifices is definitely not simple. It is most likely blessed by the evil god. Only holy weapons can have such power.

When ordinary Space Marines and members of the Tribunal encountered something that was suspected of being a sacrilegious sacred object, they immediately sealed it and kept it under strict guard. The power required to destroy these sacred objects was simply too great. So much so that even Wodehouse's all-out attack could not shake him in the slightest.

The release of psychic energy ended, and Wodehouse's hands began to tremble, his lips turned blue, and his braided hair was wet from the cold sweat pouring out of his body and stuck together awkwardly.

Lin Fan saw the dazzling scene just now, and also saw the panting Wodehouse.

"Let me try." Lin Fan walked past Wodehouse, and under his weak eyes, he aimed his fist at the skull.

"There's a good chance there's a trap."

"I know, but we don't have time to waste. I still have many questions to ask."

Lin Fan felt that his condition was not good, and the helpless feeling that Lucius brought to him still enveloped him. He must solve the problems on the ship, then go back, and have a good chat with the emperor about Subjective question. He must know the limits of his abilities. At first he thought he was invincible and unharmed, but now it seems that this invincibility has a limit.

Lin Fan vaguely felt that the limit of this invincibility seemed to depend on his mental state. The more relaxed and nonchalant he was, the better his invincibility would be. When fighting those forbidden troops, he had no worries at all. And those Imperial Guards looked majestic, and fighting them was like dueling with legendary knights, which was full of beauty.

But now, I have someone to care about, a good comrade to trust behind me, and the Delia technology priest who seems a little confused but very powerful.

He is no longer facing those cold, golden legendary knights, but those nightmares who have been deeply corrupted by subspace and evil gods. Their sinister smiles, their madness, their unscrupulous cruelty, and those damned massacres and broken arms and limbs, all of which impacted Lin Fan's soul.

"A weak soul leads to destruction." Lin Fan silently told himself Trajan's words. He needed to find a way to strengthen his heart and become a true warrior.

Closing his eyes, Lin Fan realized that he might be involved in a new conspiracy. During the conversation with Lucius, he learned about Tzeentch's plan. Thinking about the worse situation, it is very likely that Carmack The turmoil in Lan's world was also caused by his handiwork.

Sooner or later, he will have to settle the score with Tzeentch, Lin Fan thought bitterly and punched hard.

The fist hit the skull, which had not left any traces under Wodehouse's psychic impact. A clear cracking sound was heard, and a crack appeared from where Lin Fan's fist struck, and quickly spread to the entire skull. The crack More blood continued to pour out of it, and the skull floating steadily in the air trembled violently and exploded.

The exploded skull fragments floated in the air, and quickly generated crimson blood flow that connected with each other, forming a spherical subspace portal, swallowing up Lin Fan's figure.

All this happened so fast, it was as if Lin Fan's fist had not even touched the skull before it exploded and swallowed Lin Fan inside.

Lin Fan disappeared, leaving only Cather and Wodehouse who had just reacted. Two weird smiles laughed at different frequencies and speeds, echoing throughout the entire hulk.

"Just as planned."

The deck beneath Cather and Wodehouse began to rapidly change and shrink. The originally huge wreck, which was like two entire fleets colliding together, began to become illusory. Many shipwrecks disappeared out of thin air, and finally Only one heavily damaged Imperial cruiser with only half of the ship remaining remained, and Wodehouse, Cather, and the still unconscious Govestin and his team were in the huge warehouse inside the damaged cruiser.

"This is all an illusion. This entire hulk is a trap used to target him. Even Armageddon is the same." Wodehouse was shocked by the overlapping conspiracies in front of him and everything involved. He supported the staff in his hand and covered half of his face with his other hand, feeling a little precarious.

He looked up at Kaiser, "I I have to reposition him, I have to tear open a warp door."

"You're going to die."

"I am willing to give my life so that the predicted dark ending does not happen."

"Do what you have to do, old man, and I'll find him and bring him back."