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

Khorne's Blade of Destruction covered the sky and the sun, just like the so-called Dao moves in the novel, and the energy in the entire field was moving towards the terrifying giant sword.

The double-headed eagle on Lin Fan's neck, which had been silent all the time, finally moved this time.

The double-headed eagle statue flashing with golden light seemed so small and vulnerable in front of Khorne's sword, and the next moment the small wooden statue given to him by the emperor quickly expanded and changed until it formed a golden figure of the same size as Khorne.

A long sword burning with pure golden flames and Khorne's heavy sword with only pure anger and blood collided with each other, and the shock wave aroused was even enough to destroy the inner circle of the entire brass fortress.

Lin Fan saw the shock wave coming, quickly lay down, and inserted his hands deeply into the floor of the arena to stabilize his body, while Leman Russ beside him stared at the golden giant in a daze. The wind and waves stirred up by the shock wave made the wolf tooth necklace and cloak on his armor flutter, but he himself stood still in such a violent storm.

On the other hand, if Lin Fan's arm was not firmly embedded in it like the nail of a mountaineering pick, his light body might really be blown away and fall into an unknown corner of the warp space.

The doomsday-like collision ended. There were no living people in the entire arena except Leman Russ and Lin Fan. They all died in this shock wave that was enough to sweep away everything. The magnificent brass pillar arena became a ruin, and the brass fortress built with it as the center was in chaos.

"You are you again"

Khorne stared angrily at the golden figure in front of him, and once again waved the heavy sword. The two giant gods began to fight in the sky that belonged to them.

The sound of weapons colliding continued to come, and the shock waves swept away everything that was left in the city with their collisions. The angry roar of the Blood God resounded throughout the warp, while the golden giant was expressionless.

A tear passed through the corner of "Father" Leman Russ's eyes. Since the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, the guilt of not being able to catch up with the last battle of Terra has been tormenting his heart. He wandered in this pain and decided to exile himself to the warp, hoping to make some atonement by hunting demons and traitors, but now. He once again saw the power of his father, the glory of the Lord of Mankind.

Lin Fan also inserted his legs into the floor, and then moved his feet as if he was wading in deep water. This solid block of divine iron was like real flowing water, disintegrating and constantly retreating as Lin Fan moved. The repair power given to him by the warp was also constantly allowing Lin Fan to recover the deep scars cut by his legs.

"Hey! Leman, what should we do now?"

Lin Fan patted Leman's armor and found that he had no reaction. He just stared at the Emperor fighting with Khorne without blinking. Just like a puppy who saw his master who he hadn't seen for three years, Lin Fan felt that he could already see the thick tail shaking behind Leman Russ.

Khorne was dragged down by the God-Emperor, but he still remembered the humiliation of that damn mortal who compared him with Cain, a weak chicken.

Casually glanced with his own eyes, those dead Blood God warriors and the Valkyrie who was killed by the sneak attack were reborn under his eyes.

Lin Fan watched those warriors being pieced together again by blood and flesh, looking for the figure of Omar, but unfortunately, Omar did not appear in front of Lin Fan again. This veteran of the World Eaters Company may really be dead forever.

And the Emperor would not let the Blood God hunt down Lin Fan and his men like this. With golden light surging in his eyes, he did not even need to deliberately lower his gaze. Golden beams of light fell from the highest layer of the sky, piercing through the thick scarlet clouds covering the Blood God's domain, and then fell to the ground.

In the brilliance of light and the leaping of flames, batches of armors were decorated with the chapter of the grave, wearing black ceramic armor, burning with unquenchable flames, and helmets were the ultimate symbol of the purity of the Empire, with skulls without any abnormalities.

All of this proved that they were the Emperor's immortal warriors, the loyal undead who returned from the dead, and the supreme will that appeared at the most desperate moment on the battlefield of the Empire - the Cursed Legion.

The golden version of Khorne's demonic legion (bang!)

The Space Marines could not catch up with them, and could only watch them in confusion as they quickly cleaned up everything and mysteriously disappeared out of thin air.

But Lin Fan had a different view. Those armors burning with flames, skulls and a large number of skeleton decorations inlaid on black armor, ruthless and efficient killing machines, and ultimate warriors born only for the Emperor.

I understand! The Blood God's army is actually similar, except that it has changed from black to red.

Dang!

As if he was angry at Lin Fan's blasphemous thoughts, the Emperor's originally easy duel was faintly suppressed by Khorne. The Emperor even twisted his eyes and glanced at Lin Fan with a little blame.

A more chaotic battle began. The warriors who were constantly resurrected by the power of the Blood God rushed towards the Cursed Legion one by one. The two armies belonging to different gods were fighting fiercely in the core of the Blood God's domain.

The warriors of the Cursed Legion did not even reload. The grenade gun with the dual effects of burning and blasting seemed to have unlimited bullets, and the muzzle that kept spewing out explosives had never even overheated.

The Blood God's warriors charged into battle against the firepower of the Cursed Legion. They were continuously shot into balls of burning blood mist, but they rejoined the battlefield after rapid reversals and combinations.

The resurrected Valkyrie has become stronger visibly to the naked eye. Even the flaming bombs cannot harm her at all. Every time the spear in her hand is thrown, several warriors are broken and disappear into a wisp of flame. , and then more warriors fell from the golden light and flames, filling in the missing battle lines.

Is this a subspace war? A war of attrition with no end in sight?

Lin Fan watched the two sides fight extremely fiercely, but there was no sign of weakening. Just like the Soviet Union and Germany with unlimited resources in World War II, they continued to send a steady stream of troops to the city of Stalingrad, and the real victory on the battlefield was It depends on who is better, the Father of Steel or the Oiler, who can knock the other out completely in the ring to be the winner.

The battle between the Emperor and Khorne was between two people in the boxing ring. As for who was the Father of Steel, to be honest, Lin Fan couldn't say. After all, no matter how you think about it, Khorne's army should be redder in color.

As if he was angered by Lin Fan's idea again, the Emperor gritted his teeth and spoke: "Take Leman Russ away."

"Huh? Oh." Lin Fan heard that for the first time the emperor seemed to speak to him with his mouth instead of directly using the chat room, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"Riemann is gone!" Lin Fan patted Leman Russ's armor again, but the stubborn wolf made no move and still stared at the emperor's figure. It had been too long since he had seen his father and he missed him so much.

Lin Fan didn't care too much at this time, and directly grabbed the gap in the power armor of Leman Russ's upper body with one hand, and dragged him back with the other hand.

Leman Russ, who was motionless despite being blown by the storm, was dragged away by Lin Fan. He turned around and looked angrily at Lin Fan, who was pulling his armor. His eyes were scarlet, like a furious wolf king. He stamped his feet hard on the ground, vowing to stop Lin Fan's movements.

But he failed. In his extremely shocked eyes, he saw the close friction between his feet and the Divine Iron Arena, even creating brilliant sparks. However, Lin Fan's speed did not stop at all and he continued to run forward. .

"Let me go! Boy! You can't just take me away!!" Leman Russ struggled fiercely, trying to escape from Lin Fan's hands, but unfortunately, no matter how he grabbed the ground or twisted, Even if he moved his body, he could not stop Lin Fan's footsteps.

"Didn't you hear? The Emperor told us to run!"

"I didn't catch up with the Battle of Terra! I didn't catch up with the Battle of the Ultimate Gate! Now my father needs help! But you dragged me and let me continue my shameful escape?!"

Riemann blushed and punched Lin Fan on the head. Unfortunately, nothing happened.

"Riemann, let's go, you still have a mission."

Riemann listened blankly to his father's voice in his head and clenched his fists. Then he showed a relieved expression.

"Hey kid, let's run, but you have to stop first."

"Why?"

"Because you're too slow."

Riemann hugged Lin Fan who stopped, put him on his shoulders, and then drove his demigod's strong body to run quickly.