Chapter 627: Ignorant Words and Laws

The smiling deformity was staring at the imperial guards, and the uneasy music was echoing in the deep underground.

Suddenly he stopped changing and shaking, and looked back unnaturally, only to see his shadow projected on the surface of the black sphere floating from the depths of the underground.

Emotions that were tens of millions times more terrified than those of mortals were growing, and he tried to get back into the box, but on the way to the box, he fell softly on the ground, turning into a terrifying graffiti stuck to the ground.

The commotion in the prison stopped at once, and all the dark relics were projecting on the surface of the sphere, and then disappeared, turning into disturbing distorted pictures in the dungeon.

This was not the containment in the prison.

Tokman stared at the sphere, but he could not prove whether this stare was voluntary or controlled.

The sphere floated towards them, and the imperial guards could not move, like statues waiting to be smashed.

Finally, a burst of sacred light shone, and the black sphere stopped moving with some fear, and disappeared in the conceptual gap opened by the Grand Hammer.

Their bodies were already covered in cold sweat. The Imperial Guards were designed not to fear death, nor to be afraid of anything.

But they did feel the strange emotion of fear just now. It was impossible to tell whether it was the instinct of genes or the conceptual influence of the sphere.

They thanked the Emperor for his help and controlled their trembling legs to patrol the prison.

All the prisoners who were accidentally released were dead, and those who were still imprisoned in the cage were trembling. I believe that there will be no chaos in the underground prison for a long time in the future.

The black sphere traveled through time and space and came behind Lin Fan. His appearance made everything around him feel uneasy, and even the plants composed of the power of the subspace showed obvious discomfort.

This fear spread farther and farther, and meaningless garbled codes and terrifying scenes composed of numbers began to appear in the data core of the headquarters.

Lin Fan looked back at the black sphere and saw his reflection on the smooth surface, without showing any fear.

He reached out and pinched the ball, gently gathered it, and then threw it into his mouth to chew and swallow it.

"This preserved egg tastes really good."

The data of the headquarters dropped off a cliff again, and more pain was growing.

"Why? Why exactly?"

He saw clearly that the creation that could not be recorded turned into preserved eggs the moment Lin Fan spoke, genuine preserved eggs.

All the fears disappeared in an instant, leaving only a faint smell of preserved eggs in the air.

"Hehe." The headquarters laughed crazily, staring at Lin Fan's position, and roared loudly, "If you are the incarnation of truth! Let me witness the limit of truth!"

After that, he built real weapons instead of the research stations and generators that he had used for fun before.

The first use of regular weapons provoked a more fierce counterattack from the flora, and the physical and psychological wars would continue.

"What happened above my head? Why do I feel panic?" Looking up at the flickering eight-pointed star, Perturabo's face was gloomy. They were getting closer and closer to the building in the center, and the resistance they encountered was getting more and more fierce.

At first, the robots belonging to the core would provide them with some support, but when they got here, the core disappeared without a trace, leaving them only some medical equipment with a rather creepy shape.

Looking at these swirling and twisting liquid medical robots that were as transparent as slugs, Perturabo really couldn't trust these things.

"Elder! We have sent the wounded back!" Several soldiers of the Weepers tied up their brothers and dragged them back with chains.

The electromagnetic interference here was particularly amazing, and even the reinforced servo skulls couldn't support it for too long, and they fell from the sky one by one.

"Zizi. Perturabo. I need. Support." The call was distorted, but Perturabo could tell that it was Chagatai's voice.

This Primarch, who was good at close combat, was fighting with a spider-shaped robot. The robot was full of super-deceleration fields. Any long-range firepower strikes would stop in the air under the interference of the super-deceleration fields and then fall to the ground.

The spider robot itself was also affected by the super-deceleration field. It had no ranged weapons at all, and was covered with various gravity weapons and kinetic weapons.

The gravity clamp was blocked by Jaghatai's scimitar, but the ground on the scimitar only supported the weapon so that it would not break. Jaghatai was pressed to the ground by gravity, his armor squeaked painfully, and then flew out like a squeezed ball.

Dorn filled in Jaghatai's position, attracting the spider robot not to cause more casualties to the Empire's soldiers.

"Yifreni, let your people attack."

"Okay."

Yifreni responded, and the Eldar Prophet held hands, gathered psychic energy, and bombarded the super-deceleration field with a surging lightning.

The lightning was slowly penetrating inward, approaching the shell of the spider robot, and then the robot's super-deceleration field was invalidated for 3 seconds.

Perturabo did not waste any of these three seconds. The shells and missiles he fired approached the moment the deceleration field was withdrawn, and hit the spider robot hard, shaking his body.

Dorn's iron fist aimed at the abdomen of the spider robot, and Fulgrim and his warriors also chopped at the unbalanced robot as much as possible, dodging the attacks of dozens of gravity weapons, and stabbing the power sword into the joints to dig out these limbs.

"I'm coming!" Chagatai ran fast, he jumped high, put all his strength into his scimitar, and chopped at the sensor sphere of the spider robot.

After opening a huge gap, he was not satisfied with this injury, and then stabbed it into it one by one, trying to smash the structure inside as much as possible.

The spider robot stopped running, and then a devastating explosion occurred, without giving the primarchs any reaction time.

In the hot explosion smoke, Dorn carried Chagatai and the unconscious Fulgrim out with a black face. He walked to Perturabo and breathed softly, enduring the severe pain from his whole body.

"Those. People. Are. Dead. I can't save them."

Looking at Dorn, Perturabo knew he was referring to the Emperor's Children who were deeply corrupted by Chaos.

Although Dorn's tone was still very calm, he was willing to call those deformed warriors human beings, which was the greatest respect he showed.

"It's better to die, so there's no need to explain a lot. Maybe they have returned to the warp and thrown themselves into the arms of Slaanesh."

The current organizational structure of the Mechanicus is that they are still a scientific research organization in name, and fighting is a sideline.