Chapter 934 I Didn't Laugh on Purpose

They are all well-known figures, and in their own stories, they are unstoppable. However, Lin Fan did not listen to Abaddon introducing his subordinates' habits like reading the names of dishes, so he just took a closer look at the Chaos Champion's overly gorgeous armor.

Abaddon was also accompanied by veterans wearing ancient Terminator armor. They were covered with thorns and had two ivory-like decorations on their faces. No Terminator armor is the same. They have all been personalized by their owners in a messy way. The format parts that are put together here and there make these armors look particularly shoddy, which makes Lin Fan, who is used to seeing the elite weapons in the cafeteria, feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Fan was observing Abaddon and his friends, and Abaddon was also observing Lin Fan. He had never seen the design of the green armor on Lin Fan. Perhaps this was the ancient technology that Carlos said, a supreme secret treasure that could trace back to the golden age or even longer.

Based on previous observations, Abaddon understood that the armor on Lin Fan had incredible defensive power, and the power blessing on the wearer was even more incredible.

How should such an enemy be dealt with? Or in other words, how should the ancient technological heritage of Lin Fan be dealt with?

While he was thinking, Lin Fan moved. Light spears gathered in his hands, and all the Black Legion warriors were instantly ready to fight to avoid the aiming of the light spears.

The loyal guards directly held the heavy shields with positions in front of Abaddon, and the powerful weapons flashing with blasphemous light were hidden behind the shields.

Lin Fan put the light spear down again, and it seemed that he had no intention of throwing it. After waiting for a few minutes, he suddenly raised the light spear again. He did this three or four times in a row, and the teasing meaning in it made all the Black Legion warriors furious.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Lin Fan smiled apologetically, then turned his palm, and threw out the light spear and the shell of the super-compressed nuclear bomb with his left and right hands respectively. The brightness of the light spear completely covered the dark and inconspicuous empty shell of the super-compressed nuclear bomb. When the light spear was firmly stuck on a shield, the shell also followed.

The shell of the super-compressed nuclear bomb is even heavier than a macro cannon shell. This huge force is no longer something that a shield equipped with a stand can stop. Abaddon's loyal guards were smashed into powder with their shields before they could react. The violent shock wave spread with their death, destroying the tight formation of the Black Legion in an instant.

Even as strong as Abaddon, his figure was a little staggering, and his eardrum was directly damaged and repaired by his body's powerful recovery ability.

Lin Fan took advantage of the chaos of the Black Legion to dodge, and his double-arm bayonets popped out and stabbed at a spirited Chaos Champion. The champion kept dodging Lin Fan's attack, but was eventually hit by Lin Fan's savage attack without fear of life and death.

The champion fell, all the glory and legend disappeared, and only Lin Fan's figure became more conspicuous in his blood.

"Shoot!" The Terminators opened fire at Lin Fan, and a metal storm composed of various bullets swept Lin Fan's whole body, but this weak attack could not stop his steps at all.

Seeing Lin Fan getting closer and closer to them, the Terminators were also panicked. They were not afraid of fighting, but what if they encountered an enemy who could not even scratch their skin? Even the Primarch after ascending to the devil should be hurt by so many firepower attacks, but he was still unscathed.

Is the ancient technology advanced to this extent? How did the Empire dig out such a thing!

Abaddon roared in his heart, but his face did not reveal any emotions, and he still maintained the calmness unique to the superior. He knew that he was the soul of the Black Legion, and all the soldiers were watching him. If he showed cowardice, wouldn't it prove that the great warmaster had no way to deal with Lin Fan? This was a heavy blow to his prestige, and Abaddon would never allow that to happen.

"I only need one soul, just one."

Carlos' voice sounded again. Abaddon did not refute Carlos immediately but hesitated for a moment before choosing to refuse.

Seeing Lin Fan brutally killing his soldiers, Abaddon could no longer sit still. He decided to kill Lin Fan with the magic sword Draconian.

"Stop! Now your opponent is me!" Abaddon shouted loudly, trying to stop Lin Fan in this way. But Lin Fan just turned his head to look at him, and still punched a terminator cleanly and killed him completely.

Abaddon's face turned red with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you have any honor?"

"You all beat me up, and you still want me to talk about honor?"

"Sharp-tongued!" Abaddon snorted coldly and pointed the magic sword at Lin Fan.

In an instant, countless howls of death rang in Lin Fan's ears. This was the last echo of all the victims killed by the magic sword.

Everything in reality has a corresponding side in the subspace. Just like the absurd extravagance of the Eldar gave birth to Slaanesh, Draconian was born in the first murder in human history. His existence means the end of the empire.

As an ancient and pure demon, Draconian does not belong to any of the four gods, and has no fixed shape and size. The blade tightly pressed together by Abaddon's palm is just one of his appearances.

However, Lin Fan is not concerned about Draconian's appearance and settings. What he is thinking about now is...

Draconian was born from the first murder of mankind, so the first xx of mankind should also give birth to a demon.

A scabbard exclusive to Draconian?

Or is this kind of birth also limited, for example, the first murder was the Emperor's uncle killing the Emperor's father, and then Draconian was born. If a relative of the Emperor xxed someone in ancient times. A nephew copied homework when he was in school.

Tsk tsk tsk, then there are many demons.

Lin Fan was thinking wildly, and Abaddon could also feel Lin Fan's absent-mindedness.

Aren't you here to assassinate me? Why do you put on such an attitude when you really face me? Look down on me?

Lin Fan's contempt and Abaddon's inner pride collided fiercely, which made his emotions more and more unstable.

Is he waiting for me to show a flaw? Do you do it on purpose?

Suddenly Abaddon heard Lin Fan chuckle a few times. He thought it was a successful trap and immediately withdrew, but found that Lin Fan was standing there and waved his hand apologetically.

"I just thought of something interesting and couldn't hold it in."