Chapter 78 As Planned
After several breaths, the Lucius who could continuously possess and regenerate did not appear on Lin Fan.
"So, this guy is really dead?" Kaiser White Fang asked. He was very concerned about the fate of these traitors who betrayed humanity and the Emperor.
Lin Fan felt it carefully, and to be honest, he didn't feel anything. He could only nod: "I think he should be completely dead."
"In that case, let's solve the current problem. Can your ability help those people break through the stasis position?" Wodehouse walked up silently and interrupted the conversation between the two. After all, they still had a mission to do, and the other three Space Wolves' Gray Hunters were on guard outside their periphery.
"I don't know, but I can try." Lin Fan approached the elder sister Govistin and Delia who were still flashing black and white and stopped moving, and put his hands on them. With a gentle push, the stasis state was lifted. The released people may have fallen to the ground because this form of contact position was too violent.
Lin Fan quickly approached and listened carefully to their movements. The steady heartbeat and the breathing sound with the rise and fall of the chest proved that they were not in any danger of life, but just temporarily unconscious.
After releasing all the teammates who were in a stagnation, Lin Fan placed them one by one in the corner, just like a group of tired soldiers who had just left the battle and were sleeping by the trench wall of the position.
After dealing with them, Lin Fan turned around and walked towards Wodehouse to see how they were going to deal with the bleeding skull on the blood god altar.
"I didn't find any runes and seals to maintain this altar. It seems that this entire altar is driven by this skull." After a careful inspection and psychic scan, Wodehouse came to his answer.
"So this thing is hard to destroy?"
"This is most likely a holy artifact of blasphemous power, which can independently carry out rituals and magic circles in the real universe without sacrifices. In my impression, only those blasphemous holy artifacts can do this."
"Then we are really lucky, aren't we? A good opportunity to destroy the evil god's toys."
"Yes, my friend, a good opportunity."
Wodehouse closed his eyes and began to gather psychic energy again. This kind of gathering of psychic energy must be used flexibly by people with superb psychic power. Otherwise, those psychics who are not well-trained and inexperienced are likely to be blown up by the psychic energy that is constantly accumulated in their bodies, or swallowed by demons attracted by the lighthouse-like projections they created in the subspace.
The psychic who is about to lose control
Wodehouse perfectly grasped this balance and poured out his loyalty to the Emperor and the Primarch, as well as Fenris's frosty anger. The turbulence of psychic energy was limited to a very small range by perfect skills and control, and shot at the bleeding skull like a psychic laser.
Fierce resistance came from the skull shot by the psychic laser. The thing that could perform the blasphemous ritual out of thin air and maintain the subspace storm without the assistance of any magic circle or sacrifice was definitely not simple. It was very likely that the holy artifact blessed by the evil god could have such power.
When the general Space Marines and the Inquisition encountered such things that were suspected of blasphemy, they would seal them up and guard them strictly at the first time. The power required to destroy these holy artifacts was so huge that even Wodehouse's full-strength attack could not shake them at all.
The release of psychic energy ended, Wodehouse's hands began to tremble, his lips turned purple, and his braided hair was wet with cold sweat from his body and stuck together awkwardly.
Lin Fan saw the dazzling scene just now, and also saw the appearance of Wodehouse who was constantly panting.
"Let me try." Lin Fan walked past Wodehouse, and under his weak eyes, he aimed his fist at the skull.
"There is probably a trap."
"I know, but we don't have time to waste. I still have many questions to ask."
Lin Fan felt that he was not in a good state. The feeling of helplessness brought to him by Lucius still enveloped him. He had to solve the problem on this ship, then go back, and have a good chat with the emperor about the subject. He must know the limit of his ability. At first, he thought he was invincible and invulnerable, but now it seems that this invincibility seems to have a limit.
Lin Fan vaguely felt that the limit of this invincibility seemed to depend on his mental state. The more relaxed and careless he was, the better his invincibility effect was. When fighting with those imperial guards, he had no worries, and those imperial guards looked majestic. Fighting with them was like a duel with the legendary knights, full of beauty.
And now, he has concerns around him, good comrades worth entrusting behind him, and the seemingly confused but powerful Dilia Tech Priest.
He was no longer facing those cold and golden legendary knights, but nightmares deeply corrupted by the warp and evil gods. Their grim smiles, their madness, their unscrupulous cruelty, those damned massacres and broken arms and limbs all impacted Lin Fan's heart.
"A weak soul leads to destruction." Lin Fan silently told himself Trajan's words. He needed to find a way to strengthen his heart and turn himself into a real warrior.
Closing his eyes, Lin Fan realized that he might be involved in a new conspiracy. In the conversation with Lucius, he learned about Tzeentch's layout. Thinking from a worse perspective, it is very likely that the unrest in the Cammarklan world was also caused by him.
Sooner or later, he will have to settle accounts with Tzeentch, Lin Fan thought angrily and punched hard.
The fist hit the skull that did not leave any traces under the psychic impact of Wodehouse. A crisp cracking sound came, and a crack appeared from the place where Lin Fan's fist hit, and quickly spread to the entire skull. More blood continued to flow out of the crack, and the skull that was floating steadily in the air also trembled violently and exploded.
The exploded skull fragments floated in the air, and quickly generated scarlet blood flows to connect with each other, forming a spherical subspace portal, swallowing Lin Fan's figure.
All this happened too quickly, so fast that it seemed that before Lin Fan's fist touched the skull, it had already exploded and swallowed Lin Fan in.
Lin Fan disappeared, leaving only Kaiser and Wodehouse, who had just reacted. Two strange smiles laughed at different frequencies and speeds, echoing throughout the wreck.
"Just as planned."
The deck under Kaiser and Wodehouse's feet began to change and shrink rapidly. The huge wreck that was originally formed by two fleets colliding with each other began to become illusory. Many ship wrecks disappeared out of thin air. In the end, only one severely damaged Imperial cruiser with only half of the ship left was preserved. Wodehouse, Kaiser, and the unconscious Govistin and his party were in the huge warehouse inside the damaged cruiser.
"This is all an illusion. This entire wreck is a trap for him. Even Armageddon is the same." Wodehouse was shocked by everything involved in the overlapping tricks in front of him. One hand supported the staff in his hand, and the other hand covered half of his face, and he was a little shaky.
He looked up at Kesser, "I must relocate him, I must tear open a warp gate."
"You will die."
"I am willing to die to prevent the dark end of the prophecy."
"Do what you must, old man, I will find him and bring him back."