Chapter 644 Construction Details
The gifted sacred words entangled the Primarch's body, and the shadow of Tzeentch was emerging on the book. He looked at the white dove that Roca had transformed into, the Eye of the Deceiver floating in the air, and the contract in his hand.
He in the warp, the Deceiver among the stars, they were all shaking the dice.
The dice of the Subject was running hard, and the dice in the galaxy was spinning fast.
"Leave everything to the unpredictable fate." Tzeentch and the Deceiver closed their eyes and let the dice fall.
"Success."
"Failure."
The two results were colliding, pointing to different roles.
The dice left by the previous Subject pointed to Lin Fan, giving him the result of success.
The dice made of stars pointed to Khorne, giving him the result of failure.
Lin Fan's eyelids twitched uncontrollably several times. There were only mountains made of metal around him, and an ocean made of lightning energy balls.
The plants nourished by the old soup also became distorted and deformed. Except that they listened to Lin Fan very much, they were indistinguishable from Nurgle's plants.
The core exhausted all its energy and completely collapsed in the extreme misunderstanding of the data. The technical body sold all the goods and happily released fireworks to celebrate the end of its duties.
The three AIs whose fates were entangled got the tranquility they wanted. Only Unit 0, who was responsible for maintenance, was crying in resentment, feeling sad for his lonely fate.
Lin Fan found the hard light printing equipment and was trying to build a very powerful equipment in his impression to arm himself.
"Success."
The hard light printing equipment on the verge of collapse was powerfully repaired by the result of the dice, ignoring all the damage on the body, and also understood Lin Fan's needs.
"Printing equipment, please wait."
Khorne witnessed Roca's sneak attack on the Emperor. He angrily rebuked this, clapped his hands, summoned the shrunken World-Destroying Long Sword, and stabbed at the pigeon that Roca turned into.
"Failure."
Khorne's help was distorted, and the wrinkles of the real space made the sword of destruction pierce into Celes' chest. If that was all, the God Emperor would not be afraid of anything.
It was not until Roca turned into a dove and sank into the power of the God Emperor through the wound that he realized that something was wrong.
He suddenly turned back to look at the holy books, and saw the shadow of Tzeentch celebrating the success of the plan.
Tzeentch raised a finger and pointed at the power of faith mixed in, and he opened his mouth and said silently.
"One percent of Khorne's power fell here, you should retreat."
The God Emperor was forcibly expelled by the detonated power of Tzeentch, and Celes's state of fearlessness of pain finally ended, looking at the wound on his chest with a pale face.
"Huh. What a trouble."
The fighting spirit of Khorne in Kahn's body declined, and he had already felt Tzeentch's laughter, and the flames of anger were surging in his chest.
However, since the people here were not completely dead, Khorne decided to give these people a gift of blood first, that is, to chop off their heads as a sign of respect.
With a force on his wrist, Celes on the sword was thrown off. Fulgrim caught the injured Celes, and Perturabo and Dorn stood shoulder to shoulder in front to block the murderous intent released by Khorne.
Jaghatai drew out his scimitar, and he wandered on the side of the fire line, ready to resist Khorne's attack.
"Fire!"
Facing the increasingly huge murderous intent, the only struggle he could do was to pour out firepower. The shells and energy beams turned into a cloud of blood mist before falling on Kahn's body. Khorne laughed at their self-confidence and charged with blood and rain.
Jaghatai and the warriors who were good at close combat attacked Kahn from the side, but they didn't even see Kahn's movements clearly before their heads were chopped off.
Jaghatai moved his body to the limit, so that Kahn's blade only cut one-third of his neck.
Covering his bleeding neck, Chagatai's body was repairing, and he coughed due to the itching.
Seeing that the primarchs had no power to fight, Khorne in Kahn's body also lost interest in fighting.
He wanted to cut Dorn's shield and body with a knife, but Perturabo's kick also made Khorne upset.
A kick faster and heavier than Perturabo's, Perturabo's chest bones were almost broken, and his internal organs were also severely damaged.
But because of his influence, Khorne's slash only cut off the shield and Dorn's power armor, and cut open his stomach, but did not cut it in half.
Fulgrim looked at his seriously injured brothers and raised his weapons without fear. He was just a clone, and he had no power to resist Khorne who possessed Kahn. Maybe he would die here and there would be no chance to atone for his sins.
Khorne became even more annoyed when he saw Fulgrim. His admiration for the battle was suppressed by his desire to slaughter. Khorne was too lazy to say anything more. He released the sword of destruction and smashed it over the heads of the crowd.
He had to finish the matter here quickly so that he could chop off Tzeentch's head and visit the God Emperor. If the injury was not too serious, he would chop the God Emperor twice and try to embed his head under his throne.
Khorne thought so, and then he heard a familiar voice above his head.
"Hey! Have you been kicked by light?"
A golden half-light spear was inserted into the huge sword of destruction, and then Lin Fan flashed beside the spear holding the back half of the light spear.
Lin Fan, wearing a green armor, terrified Trazyn. He could tell at a glance that this was not a real creation, but a creation of the subjective mind.
"What did he do? How could he construct so many details?"
No one answered Trazyn's question. They watched Lin Fan smash the World-Destroying Long Sword with one fist, and then watched in horror as the fragments of the long sword fell towards them.
"Run!" Perturabo ordered everyone to flee. He endured the pain of broken bones and dragged Dorn, who could not stand up.
Perturabo looked up at the fragments of the long sword, predicted the area where the fragments would fall, and passed this information to everyone.
"If a fool is killed by the smash, I will burn his ashes into bricks and step on them every day!" Perturabo warned harshly.
"They will think this is a reward. If they are really as fanatical as you said." Dorn said lightly, "Look at the excited eyes of that nun."
Perturabo looked closely, and he could only read one message in her eyes.
What a happiness and honor it is to be stepped on by the descendants of the Emperor.
Perturabo was so disgusted by this idea that he shuddered violently. "I admit that I need some time to adapt to this enthusiasm. Are you satisfied?"
"I didn't say anything."
"That's what you mean! Damn bastard!"
"You are just imagining it."
"Shut up! Dorn! I should have left you there to die!"
"You still have a chance to let go now."
If the Nurgle forces really fight, they will be quite extreme. For example, the World Purifiers think that the universe can only develop again after it is completely dead.