Chapter 1037 Preparation Period

"Chess player?" Lin Fan couldn't help but be confused by Tzeentch's description. This chess player had many meanings. Lin Fan only hoped that Tzeentch's so-called chess player was not the concept he thought.

But whatever he fears comes, Tzeentch spread his hands and described to Lin Fan his many efforts in trying to turn the entire galaxy into a chessboard.

"In the center of the Milky Way, you and I will play chess against each other, and the winner will decide the future of the Milky Way! Ugh!"

Tzeentch's neck was pinched by Lin Fan. He looked at Tzeentch and said coldly, "The winner will decide the future of the galaxy? Why should I compete with you on the same stage? I can kill the foundation like Bai Huan." Kill you like a god!"

Tzeentch laughed a few times and nodded, indicating that what Lin Fan said was indeed right, "Of course you can kill me and crush me. But I am no longer the Tzeentch of the past. I have accommodated many mantras, and the other gods' The essence of power, all souls and bodies are closely connected with me, destroying me is equivalent to destroying them."

Lin Fan's expression became even more gloomy. Is this what Tzeentch relies on? No wonder the Emperor and the others wanted to stop me. They were afraid that my rash actions would bring disaster to all life in the galaxy.

After a moment of silence, Lin Fan said to Tzeentch, "I can re-create the world. Your threats are just fantasies before your death. Say goodbye to the tricks in you!"

After saying that, Lin Fan raised his fist and punched Tzeentch in the face. He knew in his heart that his punch was just to test Tzeentch. But Tzeentch was quite frightened by Lin Fan's actions. He was not going to die by projecting here!

In the flash of lightning, Tzeentch suddenly pulled out the dog tag with Booker's name on it from Lin Fan's pocket and teleported it to Lin Fan's eyes.

Looking at the dog tag, Lin Fan's already unsteady fist became even weaker, and when it landed on Tzeentch's face, there was only a slight pressing sensation.

Seeing Lin Fan stop, Tzeentch continued, "As a subject, you can destroy the world or create it. But to what extent can you create a world? Conceive a chaotic world? Truth and falsehood are mixed together. At the same time, both the exterior and the interior are mired in uncertainty? Tell me, subjective. How many planets can you name? Can there be a hundred names?

Lin Fan tried his best to recall, and the first things that came to mind were of course the planets commonly seen in official books.

Cadia, Terra, Mars, Catachan, Krieg and more...

"What about Star Duoliu No. 4? Do you know the situation on that planet?"

"There is a small family on the third underground floor of Krieg's old District 15. Do you know their life?"

"You have wiped out the existence of so many living beings. What will the remaining survivors think of you? The goddess of life in Isa will definitely hate you. Their current obedience is just a recognition that they cannot disobey you. But Rabbits will bite when they get angry, and no one wants to live in pure whiteness.”

Tzeentch's voice stopped suddenly, and Lin Fan's hand tightened around her neck. Tzeentch could not figure out Lin Fan's attitude now, so she closed her eyes and waited for her fate to choose.

After a long time, Lin Fan let go of his hand.

"You should be glad that I'm not Bai Huan."

Upon hearing these words, Tzeentch knew that he had made the right bet. After long-term observation, she saw Lin Fan's moral weakness. He is different from Bai Huan and the suffering people in many worlds of the Human Empire. He reveals a naive idealism in his bones, just like those college students who have studied for more than 20 years and have never been beaten by society. You can see the clear stupidity in your eyes.

People are strong because of their emotional ties. These things are the source of a person's strength to put aside their biological instinctive fear and attack the enemy. But people are also weak because of emotional ties. The more expectations they have, the more cautious they will be in their actions, for fear of causing harm to the people they love.

This galaxy is crazy. The ancient poison has made every civilization tense and extreme. Killing and torture are commonplace. If Lin Fan is a native of the death world, it would be difficult for Tzeentch to threaten him with this kind of moral kidnapping.

Tzeentch smiled imperceptibly, stretched out five fingers and said, "Fifty years of preparation time. Come to me with your chess pieces in the center of the galaxy in 50 years."

"Why 50 years?"

"Because fifty years in this world are like a dream or an illusion."

Tzeentch's nagging answer made Lin Fan feel unhappy, and then Tzeentch handed Lin Fan a pair of dice. The golden appearance looked quite pleasing.

"This is a gift from the fraudster to you."

Resisting the urge to crush the dice, Lin Fan asked, "How do you want to play?"

"Follow your rules."

"Oh... just follow our rules."

The two of them have their own hidden agendas in the space, speak mysteriously, and guess each other's thoughts.

Tzeentch saluted Lin Fan and disappeared. The space provided for the two of them to talk has also disappeared. Lin Fan appeared in the conference hall holding the handful of dice made by the fraudster.

Returning to his seat, Lin Fan did not tell everyone the content of his conversation with Tzeentch. Instead, he turned his attention to the Emperor's Icon and the Silent King and asked about the situation in the Milky Way.

The light of the Emperor's icon increased little by little, and then dimmed. Relying on the remnant and slow recovery of the power of the God-Emperor, the Emperor was able to sense the situation with the help of star torches and churches everywhere.

The Silent King's information came from the observations and summaries of the dynasty's technicians and warlocks, both of whom gave Lin Fan a similar answer.

The demons are blocking the invasion of the swarm of insects and using the flesh and blood of these insects to delay the spread of the pure white nothingness. After all, Tyran was born from the remains of the ancient saints and the star gods. The close connection between physical and spiritual energy makes them an excellent material for building walls.

Lin Fan nodded. This was Tzeentch's sincerity. He hoped that the game between him and Lin Fan would not be affected by the outside world. Similarly, Tzeentch did this to make the game more interesting. This disguised time limit would allow both sides to use more radical tactics to win, rather than just playing it safe.

"So what is Tzeentch going to do? He will devour too many forces that are completely opposite to his essence and make himself an extremely unstable bomb. And this little guy should know nothing." Isa came out of the room with crystal sweat hanging on her neck, holding Carlos's two necks in her hands. After throwing the unconscious Carlos to the center of the conference room, Isa sat next to Lin Fan, and a fragrance of flowers and plants came to his face.

Lin Fan scratched his head. He had completely understood what Tzeentch was going to do. But I am afraid that everyone here cannot accept it. However, at this point, there is no point in hiding it. I can only carefully choose my words to tell everyone the ambition of Tzeentch and the truth of their world.

If the content of the entire galaxy is compared to the encounter map of a certain strategy game, then the original Tzeentch is just a very powerful wild monster on this map. No matter how outrageous the numerical value and mechanism are, it cannot escape the fate of being a chess piece on the chessboard.