Chapter 622 Old Tower

"He encountered a little trouble up there."

"Trouble? What kind of trouble could he have? Indestructible, powerful. Even a Titan would be torn to pieces in front of him. Oh, I see, he was hit like a baseball by something, right?" Perturabo said this with a smile on his face. He was very happy to see Lin Fan being hit.

You should be thankful that he hasn't awakened yet, otherwise it wouldn't be him who was hit, but our universe.

Tarasim secretly mocked Perturabo's ignorance, while Chagatai asked Tarasim to quickly state his request.

Taking out four black triangular prisms, Tarasim asked the Primarchs to insert them into his body.

"Is this the evil technology you use to control people's minds?"

"In fact, this is just a precious device for recording. I think the first-person perspective of the Primarch's battle is also worth collecting. How about each of you plug it in and let me record some videos?"

Perturabo took over the prism from Trazyn, controlled the missile launcher on the shoulder armor to eject a missile, and then inserted the prism into the missile launch port.

"Anyway, if something goes wrong, the brat will twist your head off and pull out your spine together."

Chagatai also shook his head, picked up the prism, and inserted it into his hair like a hairpin.

Fulgrim and Dorn were skeptical of Trazyn. After taking it, they just held it without any extra movements.

But Trazyn didn't care. He called Orikan and asked the old charlatan to send him to the eight-pointed star above his head.

Orikan responded, picked up his staff and smashed it hard on Trazyn's body. The next moment, Taraxin's body decomposed into balls of green light and flew up quickly.

Taraxin, who fell to the ground, was surprised by the chaos in front of him. Various mechanical parts and debris piled up together to form a huge statue with minimalist art style.

"Oh? Someone is coming." When the headquarters saw Taraxin, they also attacked. His hand gently passed through the air, and thousands of artillery pieces were aimed at Taraxin.

But the headquarters had no idea about firing. He preferred to watch the distortion of everything when it was smashed. So these advanced artillery rushed towards Taraxin like flying knives, trying to smash the collector into iron sheets.

The metal used to cast these artillery pieces is extremely dense, which also gives them exaggerated weight and firmness.

Taraxin's body turned to the side, and a crack swallowed him in, teleporting him to a position hundreds of 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 artwork made of various mechanical debris is not solid. When it is lifted, the load-bearing of each position is unbalanced, forcing the artwork to fall apart.

The headquarters happily watched the spectacular scene of the artwork disintegrating, raised their hands to build a star-making ring, and added a focused energy transmitter to attract star energy.

Looking at the complex and huge mechanical structure above his head, Taraxin believed Lin Fan's words. This is indeed the power of the void dragon, but this headquarters only borrowed the power of the void dragon, not a piece of Star God fragment.

"Your thing is too annoying!"

A heavy kinetic rod was thrown out from the disintegrating artwork. This creation, which is specially used to disintegrate the continent and cause devastating earthquakes, was thrown to the headquarters by Lin Fan.

But the headquarters made this kinetic rod disappear in an instant with a light touch, and then watched the focused energy transmitter release the energy of the star to Lin Fan.

The entire artwork vaporized in an instant in front of the star energy. The headquarters controlled the device to continue firing while sinking the star manufacturing ring in the sky, preparing to crash on the ground to build a new artwork.

Taraxin wanted to watch the show, but he was worried that if such a blow lasted for a long time, it would likely stimulate Lin Fan's irritability and depression, and then cause him to have wild thoughts.

It is necessary to control this AI that borrowed the power of the star god before Lin Fan finds an idea.

As if aware of Taraxin's thoughts, the headquarters cast a look and pointed a finger at Taraxin's waist.

Taraxin's body made of living metal was cut open on the spot, and the blue condensed circulation fluid and bionic mechanical internal organs flowed all over the floor. He was left with only the upper body that could move.

Tsk. This is why the void dragon is difficult to deal with.

This guy's control over the machinery is absolute. There is only a desire, not a can. Only the idealistic power of the subspace can touch the void dragon.

"I'll just watch and not say anything."

Facing the threat of the headquarters, Taraxin also lay on the ground, indicating that he was no threat. Seeing that Trazyn was so tactful, the headquarters continued to play the destruction game to vent his anger.

"Lin Fan, I can't help you. You do have the power of the Star God. You can do it on your own."

"Tarazyn, you are a waste!"

"Although I can't do anything, I can record."

"I will smash your video recorder when I go back, chew up all the storage devices of your videos, and eat them into my stomach!"

"No, no, no. Let's talk it out. Although he has this conceptual materialistic power, he can't interfere with the idealistic power of the subspace."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Use the old soup on him!"

Old soup. Lin Fan suddenly thought of the old soup of Nurgle in his stomach, which 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?