Chapter 932 Braids to the Sky
Looking at the chaos of the beastmen, Lin Fan ran directly over. The beastmen who were crowded together were forcefully knocked away by Lin Fan. Some were smashed into pieces on the spot, and some were crushed to death by their broken corpses on the walls, floor, and ceiling.
Lin Fan rushed through all the beastmen and captured the leader of the beastmen. This old guy with a sheep's head was so frightened by the tragic situation behind Lin Fan that he didn't know what to say. His strong survival instinct made him appear humble and respectful in front of Lin Fan, and he stumbled and begged Lin Fan for mercy.
"How do I get to the bridge? I have to go find Abaddon."
"The bridge? Ah! Up there! Up there, just keep going up."
"Don't you have a line or something?"
"We are not qualified to go to the abode of the gods."
Lin Fan was delighted and divided the ship into strict hierarchies. From this point of view, there was really no difference between the Empire and Chaos. With a force of his hand, he broke the clan leader's neck, and then he looked at the ceiling and started drilling holes upwards.
In the process, he discovered many demons living in the dark interior of the ship. They cast ill-intentioned glances at Lin Fan and tried to swallow him. Lin Fan could only give them the same gift in return. The psychological burden sucks these devils who don't know the heights of the world into their stomachs.
The first floor, which felt hard to the touch, was punched through by Lin Fan's fist, and a much brighter light than the lower floor was cast down.
Lin Fan climbed out of the gap, and then heard an overly pleasant tenor voice beside him.
Turning around, he saw that he was surrounded by dozens of Black Legion soldiers, and their leader was Telemas, who was skilled in swordsmanship.
"Oh My dear, you are wearing equipment that I have never seen before? A new toy from the Assassin Court?" Telemas said playfully, not taking Lin Fan seriously at all, "You once sent assassins to assassinate Horu. Si, now that you are sending assassins to assassinate Abaddon, you have never learned your lesson.”
"Actually I'm not an assassin, I think I'm a berserker."
Hearing Lin Fan's answer, Telemas became even more excited. He had never seen a talkative assassin before. Those assassins who tried to kill Abaddon were cold and ruthless. Neither killing nor torture could bring any pleasure to Telemas. Maybe this new assassin in front of him could bring Telemas a little surprise?
"Hahaha." Telemas chuckled a few times, then raised his gorgeous long sword and shook the cloak made of human skin as if to show off, "You will become a good material for my cloak. "
Telemas stepped forward and stabbed Lin Fan's throat with the sharpest point of his sword. There was a gap here that was not covered by armor, and Telemas remained fully vigilant when facing an enemy he had never seen before. Especially since this enemy was torn all the way up from the bottom of the ship.
Come on. Let me see what your new assassin is capable of!
Click!
Telemas' sword shattered inch by inch. He was stunned for a moment, and then his chest was pierced by Lin Fan's bayonet. He coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, completely unable to understand how his attack and defense could become so weak.
Before Lin Fan's next attack came, Telemas stepped back suddenly, not caring that such a rough behavior would cause serious injuries to his internal organs under the bayonet.
Telemas' legs weakened and he almost fell to the ground. Then with a ferocious face, he ordered the black legion soldiers to attack Lin Fan.
Bolt guns and plasma guns were fired at Lin Fan. The soldiers of the Black Legion were able to hit Lin Fan's head steadily with every bullet. Lin Fan's head was unharmed among the metal debris and plasma fire balls. .
Psychic spells? Ancient technology?
The two most likely answers emerged in Telemas's mind, but before he could figure out the reasons, Lin Fan was tired of the attacks from the Black Legion soldiers.
He grabbed the wall with his hand, and a metal block that was tightly pressed into a ball under the huge force appeared in Lin Fan's palm. Because the compression speed was too fast and the force was too strong, the metal block was even glowing with extremely high temperature. Blazing red.
Lin Fan scratched the wall full of holes, and then threw it violently at the black legion soldiers. A Black Legion soldier was hit, and he was directly punched through a hole, but it was not enough to kill him. However, Lin Fan threw more than one metal block, and the Black Legion soldiers were soon riddled with holes and fell heavily to the ground dead.
The Black Legion soldiers were dead and injured, and their attacks could not harm Lin Fan at all, but they still performed their duties as warriors. As long as they still had breath, they would never give up any opportunity to attack.
Lin Fan's body was constantly hit by bullets. He crouched next to Telemas and asked him for Abaddon's phone number.
"You. What are you going to do?"
"I know you are Abaddon's herald. Let me talk to Abaddon."
Telemas wriggled his lips and put on an expression of extreme shame. But Lin Fan didn't care about Telemas's psychological activities. He pulled off Telemas' communicator and said carelessly.
"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"
Lin Fan's voice rang in Abaddon's ears, and he observed Lin Fan through the monitor on the bridge for a long time.
"What do you want to do?" Abaddon asked in a deep voice.
"It's nothing. Just tie your braids firmly. I'm going to grab your braids and put you in jail."
Lin Fan ended the communication and crushed Telemas's head with his foot. Then he ignored the disabled Black Legion soldier next to him and continued digging upwards.
After listening to Lin Fan's eloquent words, Abaddon's face became terrifyingly gloomy. It took him a long time to squeeze out a few good words through his teeth. During his countless years of fighting, no one dared to ridicule his braids.
Anger is anger, the problem still needs to be solved. Everyone saw the scene of Lin Fan fighting Telemas and others. His defensive power and destructive power were simply incredible.
Abaddon turned his gaze to Carlos, who was silent in the shadows, hoping to get a solution to the problem from him.
"He is an assassin recently created by the Imperial Court of Assassins. He used a lot of ancient technology and secret techniques to create it. Even if I do it myself, it will take a lot of effort." Carlos said pretendingly, with a very serious tone. Weird, but Abaddon and the others didn't notice anything unusual. After all, Carlos was usually so mysterious and worried about the world being in chaos.
"My suggestion is to use a spell to transport him away, but the spell requires a sacrifice."
"What sacrifice?"
"Iskandar Kayon's sister, I need her soul."