Chapter 935 I Need to Think About It

Lin Fan laughed not because Abaddon did something funny, but mainly because as he recalled, many details of Draconian slowly emerged in his mind, and the strong contrast between these things and Abaddon himself was the key to Lin Fan's laughter.

Draconian is a specialized demon that is extremely dangerous to the Emperor and mankind. During the Webway War, Draconian's record was truly horrifying. He destroyed a joint force composed of the Imperial Guard, the Sisters of Silence, and the Titans. He shuttled through human bodies, took over a Predator Titan Captain and destroyed a Warlord Titan, and took over a Dominator Sage and destroyed a Imperial Guard Dreadnought. This demon even severely injured the Emperor himself. The Emperor could not eliminate this demon that was born from the original malice of mankind and had a thousand connections with himself, so he had to seal his power and expel him from the Webway.

Thinking of this, Abaddon's status is indeed not as high as Draconian. Thinking further, perhaps Abaddon is now hindering the power of Draconian. Just like he will waste the impossible Black Stone Fortress as a meteorite on Cadia in the future.

Abaddon: Ah! Draconian! The magic sword that can hurt the Emperor! With it, I will completely defeat the Empire! Destroy the liar on the throne! *

Draconian: I don't bother with this fool, just make a sword for him to use.

And Abaddon's experience of getting the magic sword is also quite interesting. He wandered in a maze full of impossible angles, where he met a tall figure shrouded in golden light. This golden figure took him to the center of the maze, where the sealed Draconian was floating.

If this golden figure is the Emperor, then Abaddon will have too many problems to explore with Draconian in his hand.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan threw the light spear back and instantly distanced himself from Abaddon. He was not afraid of Abaddon, but was mainly worried that his physique would break Draconian, thus affecting the seal imposed on him by the Emperor. Although Lin Fan was able to suck in Draconian Storm with his hunger, what if something unexpected happened? After all, this demon can jump continuously through human bodies. If he gets into the expeditionary army, it will be troublesome.

We must first let Abaddon give up using this sword. It would be safer if he could eat the sword intact.

But how to make Abaddon put down his weapon? You must know that Abaddon's ability to become a warmaster is inseparable from the sword in his hand. No warrior will ever put down his weapon in the process of fighting.

"Why not use my subjective consciousness?"

"Although I can't think about the laws of the world perfectly and meticulously, I can say that I know all the jokes and settings of the Warhammer world."

"What impressed me about Abaddon? What impressed me about Abaddon?"

Suddenly, Lin Fan remembered something. He stood there motionless, just focusing all his attention on Abaddon.

Abaddon did not act rashly. After all, in his and other people's perception, Lin Fan was just standing there normally, without any abnormality of spiritual energy gathering around him.

Suddenly, he felt a sudden discomfort in his two arms, and then an uncontrollable sense of detachment came.

Pah, pah.

Abaddon's two arms and the shoulder armor fell to the ground, and the smoothness of the cross-section of the wound was indescribable.

Blood spurted out in streams with the rhythm of the heartbeat. The heartbeat speed of Astartes was far beyond the standard of mortals, so the spurting blood was almost connected like a waterfall.

"What's going on?" Abaddon looked at his wound on the ground in extreme shock, and then he got the answer from Lin Fan's excited shout.

He did it, but what means did he use? There was no spiritual energy at all just now!

Lin Fan was in the excitement of success. He had just focused on the problem of the broken hand of Abaddon's old chess piece. This problem, which Lin Fan had personally experienced, was perfectly applied to Abaddon's body under the influence of his consciousness and did not affect the surrounding environment.

Lin Fan cast his eyes and the cross section of the broken arm became more and more familiar. It was exactly the same as the small chess piece with a broken arm of Abaddon that he collected in his glass cabinet.

Such a sudden change caused the soldiers behind Abaddon to be nervous. They immediately opened fire at Lin Fan to cover the retreat of the warmaster. Lin Fan threw the light spear at the position of the broken arm and grabbed Draconion in his hand.

If there is any shortcoming, it is that Abaddon's hand held the sword too tightly, which made Lin Fan lift the magic sword and arm together.

Standing in the rain of bullets, Lin Fan broke Abaddon's hand off the handle of the magic sword, and then thought about how he should swallow such a long sword intact without breaking it.

He gestured at the length of the sword, which was definitely more than two meters long. Unless Lin Fan's coiled intestines were straightened, it would be impossible to swallow the sword intact.

Lin Fan looked at the surface of the magic sword in the rain of bullets. The blade did not reflect any metallic light, but only the faces of countless souls screaming and rolling.

While Lin Fan was thinking about how to deal with the magic sword, Abaddon on the other side also retreated to the defense circle formed by the warriors. His wounds had healed, and one of his arms was taken back by the warriors.

"Heal me!" Abaddon ordered, and the wizard pressed his only remaining arm to the wound, trying to sew the muscles, blood vessels, nerves, bones and other parts with magic.

But the effect was not obvious, and the biological tissues connected by the magic kept breaking, as if there was some invisible force covering the wound. And the next discovery made the wizard fall into extreme panic.

"Warmaster." The wizard tried his best to control his voice, but Abaddon still heard the panic and panic in it.

Abaddon asked the wizard with a gloomy face, asking him to tell everything he found, but the wizard was in a tangled mood at this time and did not speak for a long time. Finally, when the veteran soldier of the eternal war put a power sword on the wizard's neck, he spoke, "Warmaster. Your arm may never be reattached."

"Damn it. Is it witchcraft or the influence of technology?" Abaddon cursed twice, but he did not lose his fighting spirit because of this news. In his long years of fighting in the east and the west, he had suffered many more serious injuries than this.