Chapter 1070 Victory Goal

"What private matter can delay the flight of the Eagle of Chogoris?" Sanguinius could not help but jokingly asked.

Chagatai stroked his beard and put on a very honest look. It is true that he has tried his best to run Chogoris and the White Scars in the past few years, but he has not been idle in his free time. Various drafts are piled up in several rooms. No one can step into the room without Chagatai's order.

"What else can it be? I am a little worried about Chogoris."

"Wait until the war is won, you can stay in Chogoris as long as you want."

"Yes, by then I want to be a writer and a historian."

"Okay, don't say these polite words." Perturabo waved his hand impatiently, calling on his brothers to sit down one by one. This round table can see Perturabo's little thoughts, after all, his seat is next to the seats of the God-Emperor and the Emperor.

The God Emperor and the Emperor came here. The psychic spells that can tear through space and transmit far must be cast by the God Emperor himself. A part of the imperial guards came with them. They brought out all the most elite equipment in the arsenal.

Seeing the God Emperor, Koz, who had always been hiding behind Fugen, poked his head out and looked at her eagerly. He took out a list full of names. In the past few years, he had been madly eliminating the corruption of the empire, just hoping to get the praise of the God Emperor.

"You did a good job, my child." The God Emperor glanced at the list, and then gently stroked Koz's head with his hand. There was little care and love from a mother to her child in that look, but more recognition and appreciation of a handy tool.

But Koz didn't care about the God Emperor's indifference to his love. He enjoyed the warmth from above his head and calculated how many corrupt officials he needed to hunt down before he could get a new reward from the God Emperor.

The Emperor issued a task, and Curze tried his best to complete it. The interaction between the two was more like a transaction. This abnormal relationship made Curze addicted. He was full of distrust and suspicion of the emotional feedback loop.

The tranquility Curze showed under the Emperor made Fugen feel good. He also tried to touch Curze's hair. The long black hair was smoother and smoother than it looked. As long as you can ignore the bloody smell on your hands and Curze's impatient hissing threats, Curze's hair is better than any plush gift.

At this time, Perturabo tilted his head towards the Emperor slightly, and his intention was self-evident, but the Emperor would not indulge Perturabo. After coughing, he slapped him directly.

"Ahem... Let's talk about business first."

"Yes, let's talk about business first." Lin Fan, Odemeier and a group of necrophiles were teleported here.

After repairing the Ascension Throne in the Terra Palace, Odemayer made some interesting discoveries, so she asked the Necrontyr for help to reinstall the Ascension Throne on the core of the Golden Ark and cut out an independent space to prevent Tzeentch and the Deceiver from snooping.

Lin Fan made his attitude clear in his first words, "I will not directly participate in the next battle, but I will provide you with buffs. If Tzeentch can't afford to lose or play, then I can only turn the table over."

The matters of the legion's mobilization are very complicated, but the Word Bearers, the Emperor's Children, and the Death Guard led by Lorgar, Fulgrim, and Mortarion are generally the vanguard of the attack. First test Tzeentch's firepower, and then consider the investment of the rest of the troops. But this is just a rough plan, and the details depend on Tzeentch's design.

The illusion in front of him became more and more solid, and there were only a few dozen minutes left before the time set by Tzeentch. Lin Fan looked at the holographic map. Even if the light spots on it were displayed in units of 10,000 people, they were layered one by one. He felt dizzy at first glance.

The countdown returned to zero, and the sound of broken glass spread in the void. All disguises and illusions were removed, and only a huge flat battlefield that violated the laws of physics was laid out in front of everyone. The illusory border temporarily locked the warship, but the personnel in it were not affected in any way.

Lin Fan and the space he was in were folded and transferred, and the next moment he appeared in front of Tzeentch.

Tzeentch has also changed a lot in the past fifty years, and the disguised Bai Huan shell has become more difficult to distinguish between true and false. The eyes that originally glowed with different colors now only had a strong blue color surging, and the dice transformed by the deceiver rolled in Tzeentch's hands.

"Finally, we meet again." Tzeentch took the lead in greeting, and the noisy and changeable voice was only left with a crisp female voice, "The fate of the entire galaxy is determined by the victory or defeat of you and me, you should be happy about it."

Lin Fan did not rush to answer Tzeentch, but was surprised that Tzeentch provided him with a clever perception. The battlefield at the center of the Milky Way was like a chessboard unfolding in front of him and Tzeentch. The concepts of big and small were deceived and distorted, and the boundaries between true and false were blurred. Surrounding Lin Fan were countless smooth mirrors. As long as Lin Fan moved his mind, various images would be projected on the mirrors.

"Alas... This is really a surprise." Lin Fan looked at the battlefield. If the gathered legions were calculated in his world, Lin Fan really didn't know who else could buy so many chess pieces except the Bank of Heaven and Earth.

This magnificent scene made Lin Fan feel a lot of emotion, but when he thought of the real death and wailing of the people, he felt a little more resentful towards Tzeentch.

"You'd better win, Jianqi." Lin Fan said to Jianqi coldly, "If you lose, you'll have a hard time. The Emperor and Isa have prepared a secret room for you. The magical tools inside will definitely make you swoon."

Jianqi laughed, not feeling that she had no power to fight against the subjective. She pointed at the battlefield and said seriously, "There is a standard for judging victory and defeat. I have a simplified target book here. As long as you complete it, you can move forward..."

"If you want to tease me with this kind of red tape, I will overturn the table." Lin Fan threw the target book, which was slightly taller than others, aside. "Don't forget, it's not that I want to play with you, but you are threatening me. If you make me angry, I will just create the world myself."

Lin Fan's straightforward words made Jianqi feel resentful, but she still showed a nonchalant smile and threw away the target book that she had been writing for a long time. The entire complex battlefield also changed dramatically with the disappearance of this book.

"Then let's follow the simplest goal of victory or defeat. All mortals have always wanted to defeat Chaos, so I will give you the opportunity to win." Tzeentch clapped his hands, and five statues stood at the deepest part of the battlefield.

"As long as you arrive here and defeat the incarnations of the gods, it will be considered a victory, how about that?"