Chapter 482 Table Tennis

Lin Fan advanced in the rain of bullets, and the sledgehammer in his hand became the best protection to prevent foreign objects from entering his nostrils. Then he saw the end of the distance light up, and the light wall composed of volcanic cannons pushed towards Lin Fan.

These highly unstable energy beams swept through everything on the road, and the automatic turrets and the Iron Guards could not avoid the fact of destruction.

The energy beams of the volcanic cannons hit Lin Fan's body. These beams were enough to penetrate the armor of the Titan and melt the internal structure into magma, and exploded on Lin Fan's body.

"Ouch!" Lin Fan was swept away by the volcanic cannon. The eliminator made by Taraxin for him could only withstand so many blows at most. His light body was like a swaying fallen leaf in a series of volcanic cannon attacks.

Are volcanic cannons also useless? Or are these things broken? They are not broken. There is no problem with the energy transmission efficiency.

Perturabo looked at Lin Fan who was still unscathed by the volcanic cannon and began to wonder if he was dreaming. These energy weapons that can open magma lakes on the surface of the planet are not something that can be easily resisted.

"Are you a demon?"

"What? Demon? Haha, you are really interesting. Don't you know whether you are a demon or not?"

Perturabo did not feel any subspace energy from Lin Fan through the detector. His various indicators were exactly the same as those of ordinary mortals.

But the huge contrast between the data and the facts made Perturabo feel absurd.

Mortals should not do such things, but the mortal in front of him did it. Is it because of some technological equipment on him?

"What are you doing again?"

While Perturabo was still thinking about what technological equipment could achieve such an outrageous defensive effect, he saw Lin Fan lying on the ground and scratching the solid floor with his hands.

"It's made of evil iron and fine gold. You can't dig the floor. How did you dig it open?"

Perturabo watched Lin Fan dig a big hole in the floor, and Lin Fan did not show any fatigue or effort when completing this feat.

"Haha, you want to learn? If you want to learn, come down and I'll tell you the principle." Lin Fan continued to dig down. He was avoiding the attack of the volcanic cannon and moving towards Perturabo.

But the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested.

Lin Fan just said it casually, but for Perturabo, it aroused his curiosity and desire to explore.

"Haha, do you think I'm stupid? Do you really think your despicable trick can trick me out of the operation center?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Say it again?"

"I think you are afraid. It's okay. As a good friend of Rog Dorn, I will go find you and take off your steel armor and give you a good spanking."

Perturabo didn't hear what Lin Fan said next, because his fist had smashed the console to pieces. There was nothing but the hissing sound of electricity.

Perturabo's emotions, which had just been relieved, collapsed in Lin Fan's mockery.

The resentment of being deceived and mocked surged up, and Perturabo grabbed the Furnace Breaker Hammer. He decided to use this hammer that could destroy the fortress with one blow to hit Lin Fan's head.

It didn't matter if Lin Fan wouldn't get hurt. Hitting a sandbag could at least vent some anger.

Lin Fan shuttled through the pipes, and he felt a fierce killing intent getting closer and closer to him.

"Perturabo won't really come to find me, right?" Lin Fan thought to himself, and then he saw hundreds of missiles flying towards him. In the light created by the missile tail flames, he saw a huge pale monster looking at him coldly.

Is this what Perturabo looks like now? The head has become a necrotic and faded pale nightmare, like a corpse dragged out of a bottomless trench. Thick ribbed cables pierced Perturabo's skull and hissed through his scalp.

A desperate pale giant.

Lin Fan was shocked by Perturabo's terrible appearance. He thought he could see a more ferocious mecha behemoth, but he never thought he would see such a Lord of Steel.

He was so stunned that he didn't even avoid the bombing of the missiles. After withstanding a round of explosions, Perturabo also saw the shock in Lin Fan's eyes.

"What? You know so much about the feud between me and Dorn, but you are still shocked by me?"

"I thought you should be cooler, such as more armor and more artillery, instead of the current one. You look like a son of the Emperor who believes in Slaanesh, or the kind who is dying of too much Void."

"Heh." Perturabo showed a bored expression, and his body after ascending to the devil was shaped by the energy of the warp, showing his mental state.

And this pale giant body is the best expression of his mental state, a desperate philosopher, full of hatred and indifference in his heart.

He once dreamed of becoming an architect, but the weapon drawings he designed in the drawing room of Olympia were piled up into a mountain, and the architectural sketches he had designed were covered at the bottom. When he found these drawings that he once cherished, he felt that there was nothing worth remembering.

There was no difference between architectural drawings and weapon drawings for the disheartened Perturabo, just like his hypocritical father and his brother who was called the war marshal.

Glory, dreams, and lies were intertwined; everything became meaningless; only his hatred for the Emperor was pulling him forward slowly.

"At least it's enough to hit you." Perturabo held the Hearthbreaker tightly, and appeared in front of Lin Fan with a move.

Perturabo's speed shocked Lin Fan. This guy looked clumsy, but he was half a second faster than Khan.

Eighty barely blocked the Hearthbreaker's attack. Lin Fan felt a huge force coming from the Hearthbreaker, and then his body flew out uncontrollably.

But Perturabo's movements were much faster than his flying speed. The Lord of Steel went around behind Lin Fan and smashed his head.

Lin Fan felt like a billiard ball, but the batter was Perturabo who changed positions back and forth.

Lin Fan twisted his body in the air, hoping to avoid Perturabo's attack, but Perturabo had fought so many hard battles and could accurately judge Lin Fan's every move.

The Furnace Breaker knocked Lin Fan away again and again, but Perturabo was not tired at all. He had never seen such a durable sandbag before, and this sport made him feel happy.

But repairing the Furnace Breaker was also troublesome. Every time Perturabo hit Lin Fan, the hammer head of his warhammer would break, and he would have to use the power of the warp to repair it again.

Perturabo's hatred for Dorn was like Curze's hatred for Corax. Dorn was actually the kind of person Perturabo wanted to be, and Curze was the same.