Chapter 1005 Continue Planning

The Iron Legion has extremely advanced equipment. Although there is still a considerable gap between them and the first echelon of the Necrontyr Dynasty, it is not a problem for them to crush the troops of the Human Empire.

The alloy formula that constitutes their shell has long been lost, and the shield generator installed inside can make batches of mechanical priests study it to the point that they can't crack it at all. The various types of weapons installed on the tactical arms and shoulders are only born for killing, and no Space Marine can stop their precise shooting.

Now these hideous machines are possessed by demons, and the invisible power of the warp flows in the energy tubes and ammunition slots. As long as Tzeentch survives and the warp survives, these machines can fight forever.

The bigger the Iron Man, the more demons it contains. Even if the Empire pays a heavy price to defeat this war machine, it still needs to face the surviving demon drivers.

But what do these attributes mean to Lin Fan? His heart was gathered bit by bit by anxiety and anger, and he acted quickly and ruthlessly, without considering the consequences of his actions.

Lin Fan now had only one plan, to pin that damned bastard Tzeentch to the ground and beat him up, or just wipe out a part of him.

"Wait a minute! Let's talk it over!" An iron man was almost scared out of his wits by the bayonet, but Tzeentch's craftsmanship was indeed superb, and even if the demon struggled hard, it was difficult to get away from the iron man.

Finally, he screamed and became a mass of chaotic matter that merged into the subspace. Without the support of the demon, the iron man also collapsed and became a pile of scrap iron that could only be thrown into the furnace for melting. It seems that Tzeentch has considered the issue of capture, and he doesn't want his opponent to fight too easily.

At this time, Lin Fan's killing speed depends on the speed of Xilego's mobilization, and soon the surrounding demon army will not be able to fill the encirclement.

In theory, such unnecessary consumption is what Tzeentch hates and what these demons resist, but this is their fate, using their death to delay the subject for a while.

Tzeentch, who failed at the last moment, could feel the anger of the Subjective from the screams of these demon servants. He calmly thought and prepared a plan to preserve his existence.

Tzeentch did not let go of the weaker Death God Iniad, and directly caught him and threw him into a cage to imprison him. He would become a powerful chess piece against the Eldar army.

"Three thousand years in the east, three thousand years in the west! Don't bully the new god of poverty!" Iniad roared in the cage. Tzeentch was irritated and didn't want to listen to his shouting. He replied coldly, "You don't have three thousand years now! Neither do I!" Then he turned the inside of Iniad into crystal.

"Think. Think. How can I survive the anger of the Subjective?"

Tzeentch muttered to himself. He had actually thought of a way out a long time ago. Now he just wanted to calm down the anger and eagerness in his heart.

He tore out a piece of paper and wrote and drew on it.

Goal: Delay the Subjective.

Method: Attract his attention with a more urgent and non-ignorable crisis.

Goal: Prevent the erasure of the Subjective.

Method: Get the origin of the other three gods, bind yourself to the life of the entire galaxy, and destroy me, and destroy all living things.

The first goal is easy to achieve, and the contract in Carlos's hand is prepared for this. The Subjective will never give up Terra and the Emperor in order to destroy Tzeentch, which can buy enough time for Tzeentch to achieve the second goal.

The second goal is also easy to achieve now. Although the origin of Slaanesh has not been obtained, Nurgle and Khorne are seriously injured, and Nurgle should also be aware of the destructive nature of the Subjective. It is not difficult to persuade him to hand over the origin of life.

It takes a certain amount of time to absorb the origin of Nurgle and Khorne, otherwise it will become as helpless as the full Slaanesh. Tzeentch has established a hidden base in the center of the Milky Way, which has cost him a lot of effort.

"Well." Tzeentch frowned. He was unwilling to live in the shadow of the Subjective. He wanted to control his own destiny and move towards a higher level.

Unwilling! Really unwilling!

So many preparations and plans were ruined by the Deceiver.

Wait. What's that sound?

Tzeentch pricked up his ears and listened carefully. He heard the faint sound of the tide in the sound of the curtain breaking. At the same time, he also felt that the subspace was being squeezed and pushed, and the chaos in the center became more and more condensed and heavy.

"Oh!" Tzeentch shouted in surprise, "Cheater! Cheater! Hahahaha! You are really my good ally!"

He laughed loudly and put his unhappy mood behind him. Now it seems that the first plan has not failed completely, but it just needs more complicated means to achieve it.

Not only that, the special environment provided by the Deceiver also makes it possible for several contingency plans that have been put into the cold palace to be realized!

Tzeentch favors complexity and likes impossible challenges. He is now full of vitality and hope. He sent a message to Carlos and asked him to start acting.

Then Tzeentch sank into the subspace and quickly rushed to the domain of Nurgle.

The next moment, Tzeentch appeared on a plateau made of shredded paper, and not far away was the filthy quagmire of Nurgle.

These swamps are even more lifeless, withered flowers spewing out sighing pollen, and countless Nurgle demons are sad and heartbroken for the pain of their kind father.

Tzeentch completely ignored the rotten wind entangled in his feathers and crystals, and climbed over one collapsed mountain after another. Tzeentch saw Nurgle, who could not condense into a solid body in the center of the basin. At this time, he was looking at the muddy spire where Isa lived with sadness and despair.

He was sad about Isa's departure and desperate about the complete extinction of life.

"What are you doing here? I don't have the energy to entertain you now." Nurgle, who was as soft as water and mud, said to Tzeentch. This pessimistic mood even extinguished Tzeentch's energy.

Tzeentch used his own changes and the power of hope to fight against Nurgle's despair, then he cleared his throat and said sincerely, "My enemies, my friends, please listen to me. Now is not the most desperate time."

"Not the most desperate time?" Nurgle barely used mud to condense a disintegrating head. He cried and lamented to Tzeentch, "It's impossible. That kind of power is irresistible. Even if we unite together, we can't beat him by a finger. This world is doomed to wither."

"No, no, no, we still have a chance! I have a general understanding of their gameplay! With some preparation and support, I can defeat him!"

"Do you mean the end of the world?"

"No, I mean the Great Game."