Chapter 934 I didn’t laugh on purpose
They were all respectable characters, unstoppable in their own stories. However, Lin Fan did not listen to Abaddon introducing his men's quirks as if they were naming names, so he just took a closer look at the overly gorgeous Chaos Champion. Just armor.
Abaddon is also surrounded by veterans wearing ancient Terminator armor. They are covered in thorns and have two ivory-like decorations growing on their faces. No Terminator armor is the same. They have all been messily personalized by their owners. The scattered parts made these armors look particularly shoddy. This made Lin Fan, who was used to seeing the elite weapons in the cafeteria, feel a little bit... Not adaptable.
Lin Fan was observing Abaddon and the others, and Abaddon was observing Lin Fan. He had never seen the design of the green armor on Lin Fan before. Perhaps this was the ancient technology Carlos mentioned, a supreme secret treasure that could be followed to the golden age or even longer ago.
Based on previous observations, Abaddon understood that the armor on Lin Fan had incredible defensive power, and the power it provided to the wearer was even more incredible.
How should this enemy be dealt with? Or in other words, how should Lin Fan deal with the ancient technological heritage?
While he was thinking, Lin Fan moved. The light spears gathered in his hand, and all the Black Legion soldiers were instantly ready for battle to avoid the light spears' aim.
The rather loyal personal guards directly held heavy shields equipped with stances in front of Abaddon, and powerful weapons shining with blasphemous light were hidden behind the shields.
Lin Fan lowered the light spear again. He seemed to have no intention of throwing it. After waiting for a few minutes, he suddenly raised the light spear again. He did this behavior three or four times in a row, and the teasing meaning made all the Black Legion soldiers furious.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Lin Fan smiled apologetically, then flipped his palm over and threw out the light spear and the shell of the super-compression nuclear bomb with his left and right hands respectively. The brightness of the light spear completely covered the dark and inconspicuous empty shell of the super-compression nuclear bomb. When the light spear stabbed firmly on a shield, the shell followed suit.
The shell of a super-compressed nuclear bomb is simply heavier than a macrocannon shell. This huge force can no longer be blocked by a shield equipped with a stand. Abaddon's loyal guards were beaten into powder even with their shields before their brains could react. Violent shock waves also spread with their deaths, instantly destroying the tight formation built by the Black Legion. Eight falls.
Even though he was as strong as Abaddon, he still staggered a bit, and his eardrum was directly damaged and needed to be repaired by the body's powerful recovery ability.
Lin Fan took advantage of the chaos of the black legion and dodged past. The bayonets in both arms popped out and stabbed at a dazzling Chaos Champion. The champion continued to dodge Lin Fan's attacks, but was eventually hit by Lin Fan's brutal attack that was fearless of life and death.
The champion fell, and all the glory and legends disappeared. Only Lin Fan's figure became more conspicuous in his blood.
"Shoot!" The Terminators fired at Lin Fan, and a metal storm composed of various bullets swept across Lin Fan's body, but this weak attack could not stop him at all.
Seeing Lin Fan getting closer and closer to them, the Terminators also felt panic in their hearts. They are not afraid of fighting, but what if they encounter an enemy that can't even scratch their skin? Even the original body after becoming a demon should have been harmed by so much firepower, but he was still unscathed.
Has ancient technology advanced to this extent? How on earth did the empire dig up such a thing!
Abaddon roared in his heart, but his face did not show any emotion, and he still maintained the unique calmness of a superior. He knew that he was the soul of the Black Legion, and all the soldiers were looking at him. If he showed cowardice, wouldn't it prove that the great war commander was helpless against Lin Fan? This was a heavy blow to his prestige, and Abaddon would never allow that to happen.
"I only need one soul, just one."
Carlos's voice sounded again. At this time, Abaddon did not refute Carlos immediately but hesitated for a moment before choosing to refuse.
Seeing Lin Fan brutally killing his soldiers, Abaddon could no longer sit still and decided to kill Lin Fan with the magic sword Draconion.
"Stop! Your opponent is me now!" Abaddon shouted, trying to make Lin Fan stop in this way. But Lin Fan just turned his head and glanced at him, and then he punched the Terminator cleanly and killed him completely.
Abaddon's face was red with anger, and he said through gritted teeth, "Don't you have any honor to speak of?"
"You've all beaten me up, and you still want me to talk about my honor?"
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Abaddon snorted coldly and pointed the magic sword at Lin Fan.
In an instant, countless howls of death rang in Lin Fan's ears. This was the last echo of all the victims killed by the magic sword.
Everything in reality has a counterpart in the subspace. Just like the absurd extravagance of the Eldar gave birth to Slaanesh, Draconion was born from the first murder in human history. His existence means that the Empire the end of.
As an ancient and pure demon, Draconion does not belong to any of the four gods, nor does it have a fixed shape or size. The sword blades that are tightly joined together in Abaddon's palm are just one of his appearances.
However, what Lin Fan cared about was not Draconian's appearance and settings, what he was thinking about now was.
Draconion was born from the first murder of mankind, so a demon should also be born from the first murder of mankind.
A scabbard exclusive to Draconion?
Or should we say that this kind of birth also has limitations. For example, the first murder was when the Emperor's uncle killed the Emperor's father, and then Draconion was born. If a relative of the emperor raped someone in ancient times, or a nephew copied his homework when he was in school.
Tsk tsk tsk, then there are a lot of demons.
Lin Fan was thinking wildly, and Abaddon could feel Lin Fan's absence.
Aren’t you here to assassinate me? Why do you put on such a posture when you really face me? Look down on me?
Lin Fan's contempt collided fiercely with Abaddon's inner pride, making his mood increasingly unstable.
Is he waiting for me to show my flaws? Did it happen on purpose?
Suddenly Abaddon heard Lin Fan chuckle a few times. He thought it was the success of the trap and he immediately retreated, only to find Lin Fan standing there waving his hands apologetically.
"I just thought of something interesting, so I couldn't hold it back."