Chapter 1060 I Will Return

Finally, there is the issue of forgetting. Lin Fan remembers the background story quite clearly. After all, there are only a few major events, and the rest of the scenes are often just a few sentences in the book. But when it comes to the rules, it is not so simple. Many entries and characteristics are written in a whole book. If you are not a die-hard player of the race, it is really difficult to recite them by heart.

For example, the Apocalypse and Legendary rules, Lin Fan simply does not have the financial resources and energy to build such a large legion, so he is quite unfamiliar with the rules of these two series.

There are also conflicts between rules and values ​​between different versions, which is good news for Lin Fan. He can switch the values ​​of units at will and show their strongest side on the battlefield.

Anyway, apart from me, there is no one else in this world who knows the Warhammer rules. Isn't it my decision?

During the test, Lin Fan also tried to compile a few unit cards, but these unit cards will cause great changes in the world rules when affected by the dice rules, and the space-time turbulence can tear the units apart.

Seeing this, Lin Fan had to give up the idea of ​​making a unit card and turned around to try to recall what unit had been severely strengthened by him during the battle.

One day, Lin Fan looked at the screen of the brilliant star map and began to think about a wonderful question.

The subjective power is indeed strong, but it seems to have different levels. The content known before crossing the world seems to be more stable after being subjectively strengthened, and the content known after crossing the world will be more dangerous after being subjectively strengthened.

Just like the 1+1\u003d2 known before crossing is more advanced than the 1+1\u003d2 known after crossing.

If so, can we rely on some of the knowledge before crossing to create a more stable world?

Lin Fan thought for a while and felt that some inspiration flashed in his mind, but he couldn't catch it for a while. Finally, he blinked and thought that he should smash the dog donkey cart of Tzeentch first, and then consider these problems.

......

In the center of the Milky Way, Tzeentch is busy preparing for the grand stage for his battle with Lin Fan. The dense planets are crushed into powder by him and the deceivers, mixed with the subspace energy, and finally spread out in the void. The structure of the round sky and square earth that the ancients had imagined became a reality in Tzeentch's hands.

Preparing for the battlefield also requires preparing the army. The troops that Tzeentch can control include the orcs he summoned, the Tyranid swarms that promised new restaurants, the demon servants of the gods, and the degenerate bodies that can be transformed into any form.

Tzeentch relied on his intuition and past experience to set the transformation indicators for the degenerate bodies, and batches of legions came out of the factory continuously. The square formation composed of millions of Death Mark assassins was terrifying. Tzeentch could already imagine the wonderful moment when Lin Fan's army was killed and all the leaders were killed the moment they landed.

Tzeentch couldn't help laughing, and he was determined to win.

......

Lin Fan's days were very regular. He would first watch the Brilliant Star Map to damage his blood pressure, then do a small experiment with the Necrontyr on subjective creation and chess rules, and then watch the Brilliant Star Map again after his blood pressure dropped. This cycle repeated itself without any breaks.

Sometimes when Lin Fan was really depressed, he would go to see Taraxin and Orikan arguing. These two enemies always had many contradictions that made him feel ridiculous.

Time passed by little by little, until one day, Taraxin rushed to Lin Fan angrily, complaining that the Emperor had messed up his museum.

"That clock? I thought you had thrown it away a long time ago."

"I thought there would be no second time... Who knew the Emperor would do this again." Taraxin said unhappily, "Go to Terra, the Emperor wants to discuss something with you."

"Okay." Lin Fan got up and left, and after passing through the hyperdimensional portal, he stood on the land of Terra. All the ruins were cleared by Dorn, and new buildings were built. Many workers could be seen coming and going, including the Imperial Fists, who were arguing with their companions about construction issues while holding a data board in their hands.

"Ah, you're here." Dorn was the first to greet him. He was wearing a custom-made yellow hard hat and dark and wear-resistant work clothes. If you ignore his identity as the Primarch, Dorn looks like a hard-working worker who is too big.

Dorn looks much younger now, probably because the Emperor has awakened and his brothers have returned, allowing this stubborn stone to see the hope of human revival.

Lin Fan returned the greeting to Dorn, who nodded, without more politeness, and walked directly to the palace with Lin Fan.

It is rare to see the Imperial Guard patrolling the palace now. Some of them were sent to various parts of the galaxy to find the silent sisters who were hiding their identities, and the other part filled the vacancies of the Terra Administrative Council. Their superhuman qualities are not only reflected in battle.

Enter the throne room and sit on the chair. The Emperor and Odemaier have been waiting here for a long time. Lin Fan can see a trace of relaxation on the Emperor's face. It seems that he has had a good rest in the past few years.

How come these two people look more and more like a couple?

Looking at Odemaier and the Emperor sitting together and chatting, Lin Fan couldn't help but complain.

After a while, the round table was once again filled with Primarchs, but this time they did not come in person, but used psychic spells to remotely project a virtual image that was difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

As soon as Leman Russ saw the Emperor, he warmly asked about his well-being. The Emperor also smiled and nodded, and simply responded to Leman Russ's greetings.

Lin Fan looked around and then asked, "By the way, why is there an empty seat there? Where is Angron?"

The Emperor replied, "Angron found a place to live in seclusion, and he farms and fishes every day."

"It's good to be in seclusion. Angron's biggest help is that he doesn't fight and kill." Magnus commented, and then was severely retorted by Leman Russ, "Indeed, it would be of great help to the Empire if you played less with psychic energy."

Magnus stared at Leman Russ with resentment, saying that he had changed now, and all psychic research was under the supervision of the Emperor.

"You said the same thing after the meeting that year." Leman Russ was full of disbelief, and Magnus' projection began to distort.

The Emperor did not summon them to meet to see the brothers quarreling. He slammed the table and warned the two brothers not to continue quarreling.

"Okay, father, what's the matter with calling us here this time? I still have a lot of projects to approve." Perturabo said. It was hard to feel the resentment from him now. It must be that the reconstruction work in the past few years made him show his rarely used talents.

The Emperor did not answer directly, but first looked at Sanguinius and Ferrus, the two primarchs in charge of the Golden Throne.

Ferrus closed his eyes and elbowed Sanguinius twice. The latter reluctantly stood up, saluted his brothers and said, "The God-Emperor is coming back."

Real vision under Warhammer rules, players need to observe from behind the chess pieces, not from a bird's-eye view. (Old man! Your auspex is the most useless!)