Chapter 732 The Past

Da.

Lin Fan finally landed. He looked around and felt that it was much brighter here than outside.

This seemed to be a maze, a maze without an exit. The towering walls were extremely smooth. Lin Fan could see his reflection clearly as long as he got close.

Lin Fan rubbed his fists. He didn't have the patience to venture into a maze.

If there was no way out, he would just make one.

He aimed at the wall and was about to punch it when he heard the voice again.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"You're annoying." Lin Fan responded impatiently.

His fist hit the wall hard. The cracks expanded rapidly with Lin Fan's fist as the center. The cracks showed a dull white color, just like a few lines drawn with a fine brush on a dark canvas.

There were some familiar pictures in the white lines. Lin Fan curiously reached out and touched them. The next moment he appeared in a strange world.

The shells occupied the sky. They tore the smoke and clouds again and again, and then left exploding fireballs on the ground.

The air was so hot and suffocating that one extra breath could choke a person to death.

In front of him was a huge nest city, with towering steel walls full of firing holes and automatic turrets. Under the walls were piled with broken corpses and meat paste, and mutated flies and insects were feasting on them.

Lin Fan was no stranger to war scenes, but he was quite curious about why he came here.

"What on earth is this..."

Beep beep!

A sharp and long whistle interrupted Lin Fan's mumbling. He looked back and found that a whole legion of Astra Militarum was charging forward with heavy armor. It seemed that their purpose was to conquer the fortress armed to the teeth in front of them.

A Leman Russ tank discovered Lin Fan's unfamiliar green armor. The gunner asked the commander what he should do, but he only got a simple order.

"Eliminate all traitors who do not meet the requirements of the Military Affairs Department Manual."

The heavy bolter machine gun fired a short burst at Lin Fan. Lin Fan knew he could dodge, but he was too lazy to dodge and threw a light spear under the bombardment of the heavy bolter.

"Sir! That thing is flying towards us!" Before the heavy bolter machine gun operator's exclamation ended, Lin Fan had already stood on the top of the Leman Russ tank with both feet.

The surrounding imperial soldiers also discovered this problem, and they fired accurately under the command of the political commissar.

"There are still Krieg Legion here? It's so weird." Lin Fan sighed, tapped the armor of the Leman Russ tank lightly and said loudly, "For the Emperor, loyal soldiers, may I ask where this is?"

Without getting any response, Lin Fan also sighed, held two anti-tank missiles fired at him with his backhand, and threw them towards the open space.

"Why don't you die! Damn traitor!" A political commissar roared at Lin Fan, and his bolter pistol emptied two magazines at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's eyes lit up when he saw the political commissar. He must have something like a mission briefing on him.

He jumped off the Leman Russ tank and rushed towards the political commissar.

The political commissar was fearless. He shouted to the soldiers around him to attack Lin Fan and not to shame the emperor because of cowardice.

Lin Fan stomped his feet hard, and the violent shaking of the ground made the tight formation of these soldiers scattered.

Shuttled through the gaps, Lin Fan rushed in front of the political commissar.

The loyal political commissar was surprised at Lin Fan's speed and the firmness and flexibility of Lin Fan's armor, but he did not forget his knowledge in Zhongsi Academy and the cruel battlefield. He shouted for the emperor while slashing at Lin Fan with the chainsaw sword.

I let you cut!

The broken chainsaw sword made the political commissar stunned for a moment. Before he could react more, Lin Fan grabbed his coat collar and reached his hand in.

A cultist of the hedonistic sect! ?

The political commissar felt cold in his heart. His soldiers were also well-trained. They aimed their laser guns at the political commissar and Lin Fan who were gathered together with heavy faces.

Feeling the hostility coming from all around, Lin Fan protected the political commissar in his arms as much as possible, and touched him with his big hands.

The political commissar tried to resist, but unfortunately he could do nothing and could only let his body suffer from Lin Fan's humiliation.

"I will not let the emperor be humiliated like this!" The political commissar roared and detonated the grenade. Before it exploded, it was taken away by Lin Fan and thrown into the sky.

It's over. The political commissar was heartbroken.

But Lin Fan was very happy. He finally found a piece of paper in the inner coat pocket of the political commissar.

When he took it out and looked at it, there were several big words written on it.

"The 177th Assault Instructions on the Flax Hive"

Flax Siege?

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he was hit by an armor-piercing bullet on his head.

The armor-piercing bullets didn't even shake his head. The weapons team, who thought they had succeeded, acted as if they had seen a ghost, and called the hot melt team to move closer to them.

"In the name of the Emperor, Political Commissar! What time is it now?"

The Political Commissar stared at Lin Fan blankly, and after a while he slowly spoke out a number.

814.M41

It was really the time when the siege of Vraks took place, so he traveled through time?

He traveled through time and space without passing through the subspace?

This was too strange, so how could he go back?

Just as Lin Fan was thinking about this question, several violent engine sounds came from a distance.

Lin Fan knew at once that these were commandos among the Space Marines equipped with engine backpacks.

Three Red Scorpion assault soldiers flew towards Lin Fan. Their heavy bodies were so deadly under the acceleration of the engine that they would create a powerful impact force comparable to that of an artillery bombardment the moment they landed.

Lin Fan saw a Red Scorpion warrior adjusting his body at high speed, trying to crush Lin Fan's body with his feet.

Lin Fan dodged for a moment, and he did this entirely for the fragile body of the Space Marine.

Bang, bang, bang!

The ground was shaken again, smoke rose, stones flew, and several unlucky soldiers were hit by these stones and immediately lay on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

The buzzing sound of the chainsaw sword and the roar of the explosive bomb shooting came at the same time, and the Red Scorpion warrior launched a swift attack on Lin Fan like a roaring lion.

Lin Fan raised his foot and hit a Red Scorpion warrior in the abdomen. The blessed and baptized ceramic steel armor broke inch by inch, sending him flying.

Only a few dozen meters away, the Red Scorpion warrior rushed forward again with the engine backpack, and cooperated with his two respectable battle brothers to launch another attack.

"Okay, I have a lot of questions now, please be quiet for a moment."

Lin Fan grabbed the arm of the Red Scorpion warrior who attacked from the left, and the powerful force left a groove suitable for Lin Fan's grip.

Then he threw this powerful warrior to the ground and sat on him, making him unable to get up again.