Chapter 940: Solid Demon Sword
No, Abaddon is far inferior to his father Horus. The four gods put a lot of effort into bewitching Horus, and at that time Horus and the Space Marines knew nothing about the warp. It was intentional or unintentional that allowed Horus' soul to be controlled by the four gods. Abaddon was just deceived by Carlos, and the deceiver stuffed an idea into his mind, and he became like this. It's really too bad. Haha!
The wonderful feeling of gradually unfolding a complex plan made Carlos' feathers stand up comfortably. The next thing he had to deal with was the seal of Draconian.
A tear with old and mottled colors, this is a holy relic formed by the strong reluctance and sadness when the Emperor's dream was shattered. (Small reminder: content appears in Chapter 750)
This tear that Slaanesh wanted to taste was carefully hidden by Tzeentch. After a lot of rituals and corruption preparations, this tear had a small flaw, which will also become the key to breaking the seal of Draconian.
Carlos shot his tears at the magic sword in Lin Fan's hand. Lin Fan, who was fully focused on the magic sword in his hand, also reacted and dodged the attack of the tears with the magic sword in his hand.
But the tears did not need to collide to take effect. The spiritual energy on the tears pulled the seal on the magic sword away like pulling out silk from a cocoon, and the amorphous darkness began to flow freely in Lin Fan's hands. Countless hateful voices sang in Lin Fan's ears, and they shouted in unison for the end of the human empire.
Lin Fan didn't care about anything else, and directly covered Draconian in front of his mouth and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. However, this thing still relied on the penetration of the human body to flow out of his nostrils and ears.
Seeing that Draconian was about to escape, Lin Fan suddenly shouted, "Damn it! You are just a damn sword!"
The invisible darkness that Draconian had escaped suddenly froze, and each black group turned into magic sword fragments of different sizes. They all stared at Lin Fan, and then flew in all directions.
Lin Fan threw the light spear at the largest fragment of the magic sword, but the living Spirit of Vengeance blocked the attack for him, which made Lin Fan appear on a wall of flesh and gravel in the next second.
"Don't bother me!" Lin Fan punched the wall and shattered it in an instant, but the scene behind the wall confused Lin Fan, and the boundless desert appeared in his vision.
Lin Fan cursed secretly, this must be the distortion of the laws of reality by the subspace. The scene he saw now was very similar to the scene shown to him by the bystander. Dried corpses kept pouring out of the desert, and the symbols of Khorne were branded on their bodies. This group of mummies longed for the nourishment of blood.
Lin Fan had no intention of fighting with them, and directly used the light spear to shuttle in the air. But there was no concept of ground and sky in this desert. Lin Fan's next flash directly hit the depths of the desert.
Climbing out of the hot fine sand, Lin Fan was surrounded by thousands of corpses. A fragment of the magic sword is hidden in these mummies. Although its form has been firmly fixed by Lin Fan's consciousness, it can release more powerful power without the constraints of Abaddon's failure.
All the human souls who died in the Battle of Cadia were absorbed and transformed by Draconian. In the humming sound of the trembling sword, the mummies were wrapped in yellow sand and turned into elite troops.
Catachan Regiment, Cadia Regiment, Krieg Regiment, Space Marines, Chaos Space Marines, Mechanicus, Battle Sisters, Titan Legion.
They all appeared beside Lin Fan and smashed countless firepower on him. There was no way to hide, no way to avoid.
"Is this what you rely on? You are still a lot worse than the power created by Khorne!" Lin Fan sneered at the surrounding legions. He rushed towards a Warlord-class Titan, easily tore through his thick outer armor and continued to attack upwards.
After a while, the Warlord-class Titan fell to the ground with a bang. The reactor core inside was carried out by Lin Fan and used as a bomb. He threw the reactor into the crowd, and the huge explosion instantly cleared the entire area.
In the huge sand pit, Lin Fan saw the floating magic sword fragments. He immediately aimed and threw the light spear, which pierced the fragments steadily.
"Where else can you run to?" Lin Fan, who flashed over, grabbed the fragments and ate them like biscuits.
The largest fragment has been controlled, but there are still many small fragments scattered and fled. Draconian's possession ability has become very rough. He must embed the fragments into the body of someone or something to complete the possession, instead of just contaminating it with thoughts as before.
Lin Fan continued to track the fragments and fought with the soul army summoned by the fragments in the endless strange spaces. Soon, more than a dozen fragments were recovered by Lin Fan, but Lin Fan did not even see the structure of the hilt among these fragments. They were all fragments of the sword body.
Continuing to shuttle through the invisible and infinite chaotic space, Lin Fan saw across a lake that the golden hilt was firmly inserted into the decaying land. He immediately rushed a few steps, and in the blink of an eye, he sank into an ocean of disgusting mucus and corrupt substances. The fat maggots were the fish in this ocean, and the larvae of other insects hunted them for a living.
Lin Fan's presence broke the tranquility of the filthy sea. Whether it was maggots or other insect larvae, they all showed an amazing appetite for Lin Fan. Then they approached Lin Fan, and they crowded together to deprive the last bit of light in the turbid and sticky ocean. The boundless darkness completely surrounded Lin Fan.
"You disgusting things again!" Lin Fan wailed. He could clearly feel the sticky, thin and distinct disgusting feeling of his body moving in the filthy sea.
Then the dense gnawing sound sounded, which made Lin Fan's discomfort even more amplified.
In desperation, Lin Fan had to hold his throat with nausea, trying to use the purifying soup in his stomach to change the bad environment around him.
And above the surface of the filthy sea, a rough and rotten tree that slanted into the sky was leaning on the decayed and spotted wet land. The yellow-green clouds were entangled around the trunk, pulling the trunk and stirring the filthy sea.
A surprised exclamation sounded amid the gurgling sound of bubbles, and the yellow-green mist turned into fingers, gently picking up a small and delicate object from the wet soil.
It was the hilt of the Draconian Demon Sword.