Chapter 622 Old Tower
"He was in a little trouble up there."
"Trouble? What trouble could he have? Indestructible and infinitely powerful. Even the Titans would be dismantled in front of him. Oh, I understand, he was beaten around like a baseball by something. "Okay." When Perturabo said this, there was a smile on his face. He was very happy to see Lin Fan being beaten away.
You should be grateful that he hasn't awakened yet, otherwise it wouldn't be him who would be knocked away, but our universe.
Trazin secretly mocked Perturabo's ignorance, while Jaghatai asked Trazin to quickly speak out his request.
Taking out four black triangular prisms, Trazin asked the original bodies to insert them into his body.
"Is this an evil technology you use to control people's minds?"
"Actually, this is just a precious device for video recording. I think the first-person perspective of the Primarch's battle is also worth collecting. How about each of you plugging in and letting me record some footage?"
Perturabo took Trazin's triangular prism, controlled the missile launcher on the shoulder armor to fire off a missile, and then inserted the triangular prism into the missile launch port.
"Anyway, if something goes wrong, the brat will twist off your head and pull out your spine along with it."
Chagatai also shook his head, picked up the triangular prism, and inserted it into his hair like a hairpin.
Fulgrim and Dorn were suspicious of Trazin, and after receiving it, they just held it without making any unnecessary movements.
But Trazin didn't care. He called to Orikan and asked the old magician to send him to the eight-pointed star above his head.
Orikan responded, picked up his staff and hit Trazin hard on the body. The next moment, Trazin's body disintegrated into balls of green light, quickly flying upward.
Trazin, who fell to the ground, was surprised by the chaos in front of him. Various mechanical parts and debris were piled together to form a huge statue with a minimalist art style.
"Oh? Someone is coming." As soon as the headquarters saw Trazin, they also attacked. His hand lightly moved through the air, and thousands of artillery were aimed at Trazin.
But the headquarters had no idea about opening fire. He preferred to watch the distorted look of everything being smashed. So these advanced artillery pieces rushed towards Trazin like flying knives, trying to smash the collector into iron sheets.
The metal used to cast these cannons is extremely dense, giving them exaggerated weight and sturdiness.
Trazin turned to the side, and a crack swallowed him up, teleporting him to a position several hundred meters away from the original place before appearing.
The entire huge metal artwork was being slowly lifted up, which was a sign that Lin Fan inside was struggling.
This work of art composed of various mechanical remains is not stable. When it is lifted, the load-bearing imbalance of various positions forces the work of art to fall apart.
The headquarters watched the spectacular scene of the disintegration of the artwork with amusement, raised its hands to build a star-making ring, and added a concentrated emitter to attract the energy of the star.
Looking at the complex and huge mechanical structure above his head, Trazin believed Lin Fan's words. This was indeed the power possessed by the Void Dragon, but this headquarters only borrowed the power of the Void Dragon, not a fragment of the Star God.
"You are so annoying!"
A heavy kinetic energy pole was thrown out of the disintegrating artwork. This creation was specifically responsible for disintegrating the continent and causing devastating earthquakes. Lin Fan threw it towards the headquarters.
However, the headquarters made the kinetic energy rod disappear in an instant without a care, and then watched the concentrated energy transmitter put the star's energy on Lin Fan's body.
The entire work of art vaporized in an instant in front of the star's energy. The headquarters controlled the device to continue firing while sinking the star-making ring in the sky, preparing to crash on the ground to build a new work of art.
Trazin wanted to watch the show, but he was worried that if such a blow lasted for a long time, it might arouse Lin Fan's irritability and depression, which would in turn cause him to have random thoughts.
Before Lin Fan can find an idea, he must first control this AI that borrows the power of the Star God.
As if aware of Trazin's thoughts, the headquarters cast a glance at him and traced his finger on Trazin's waist.
Trazin's body made of living metal was cut open on the spot, and the blue condensed circulating fluid and bionic mechanical internal organs flowed all over the floor. Only his upper body was still able to move.
Tsk. This is why the void dragon is so difficult to deal with.
This guy's control over the machine is absolute. It only depends on whether he wants it, not whether he can. Only the ideal power of subspace can touch the void dragon.
"I take a look."
Facing the threat from the headquarters, Trazin also lay on the ground, saying that he was not a threat. Seeing how sensible Trazin was, the headquarters continued to play the game of destruction in which he vented his anger.
"Lin Fan, I can't help you anymore. You do have the power of the Star God. You can take care of yourself."
"Tarrazin, you are a loser!"
"Although I can't do anything, I can record it."
"I will smash your video recorder when I get back, chew up all your video storage devices, and eat them in my stomach!"
"Don't, don't, don't. If you have something to say, please tell me. Although he has this conceptual materialistic power, he cannot interfere with the idealistic power of subspace."
"Oh? You mean."
"Use Laotang on him!"
Old soup. Lin Fan suddenly thought of the old Nurgle soup in his stomach. That thing was a pure subspace thing.
Looking at the chaos and mess around him, Lin Fan decided to give it a try. He wouldn't lose anything anyway.
He scratched his throat and spat out the old soup of Nurgle. This time, it wasn't just one or two drops, but one mouthful after another. More and more life force gathered at Lin Fan's feet.
Huge flowers and towering trees were growing on the metal debris around him, without reason or reason.
The headquarters was puzzled by these sudden plants, and all the data he could receive turned into 7.
But why is it the number 7? He calculated many times and re-edited the algorithm many times, and the results he got were so anti-scientific.
Entering the formula of 1+1\\u003d2 into the monitor, the output result was 7+7\\u003d77!
This chaos weakened the headquarters' control over the runes, and the ease of erasing and creating machines disappeared.
++Technical body, headquarters apply for more loans. ++
++Oh? How much do you want to borrow this time? ++
++Mortgage all the drone production plants in No. 1-. I must destroy these invaders for the company. ++
The Emperor betrayed us. Really? No, but do we have to wait until he does so?