Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1099 - Chapter 1096 Kokoko, I’ll knock you hard

Lin Fan just looked at his nails, showed a funny and mean smile, and then said, “Hehe, what do you think?”

Tzeentch’s body shook, shook violently! Trembling!

She never thought that one day, she, the master of all changes, would be shocked by this word.

Only Tzeentch uses the information gap to play with others! It is not for others to use the information gap to play with Tzeentch!

Resisting the urge to vomit blood, Tzeentch sat back again. Before she could say anything, Lin Fan added.

“Hehe, you have to smile when playing games~ You look so ugly now~”

The corners of Tzeentch’s mouth twitched, and he cursed secretly in his mind for a long time.

Bay Lima!

At this time, Nurgle’s sigh came to my ears again: I knew Tzeentch’s plan was unreliable… I should have talked to Khorne if I had known better…

Don’t be in a hurry…Don’t be in a hurry…

Tzeentch took a few deep breaths and suppressed his anger. Then he continued to play chess with Lin Fan seriously, secretly using a lot of experiments to calculate the upper limit of each unit’s movement.

Lin Fan knew a little about these little tricks, but there were still many rules that he hadn’t started to use yet, some of which were used when torturing Tzeentch.

Such as morale dice, charge dice, deployment skills, camp characteristics…

By the time Tzeentch figured it out, the Imperial troops would have already arrived at her door.

As for Curze, he has killed all the orcs and degenerates. The lack of control over his own destiny and body made him more and more mentally unstable. Without the embrace of the God Emperor, he would definitely not get better for a while.

But fortunately, his hard work and dedication were noticed by the God-Emperor. Curze’s work received feedback, and the God-Emperor personally sewed him a puppet as a reward.

After the battle, Curze washed his bloody palms with the pure water stored in his armor, took out the puppet with great piety, and deeply smelled the sacred smell lingering on it with his nose.

Colvin was surprised by the puppet’s appearance. He didn’t think it was a horse. I just thought it was a weird thing with a horse-like appearance, like a weird species that could only be born in subspace.

But no matter what, Curze helped them. Even if the relationship is not good, basic respect should be maintained for the original body.

Colvin didn’t want to disturb Coze’s mood by approaching, so he stood at a distance and saluted Coze.

There was a crow’s cry, a sign of Corax’s arrival. Corax vaguely sensed that Colvin was in danger, so he rushed over.

As for Jaghatai, he was left far behind. The eagle seemed to be taboo about releasing his subspace essence, and Corax understood this very well.

“Koz…” Corax gathered the crows together to form a humanoid figure that was constantly shaking off its feathers and somewhat furry.

“Corax…” Curze put away the puppet, his resentful eyes piercing through the dark hair hanging in front of him.

The two of them look almost exactly the same, but this doesn’t make their relationship better, but worse.

“Colvin, stay away from him.” Corax ordered in a low voice. He did not want his descendants to have too much contact with this mentally ill person. After all, once Curze went crazy, no one would survive.

“Yes.” Colvin nodded in agreement. As soon as he moved his steps, he found that he had been firmly restrained by an iron hand.

Curze didn’t know when he came behind Colvin. Although Curze was thin among the original bodies, to Colvin he was still a giant who needed to look up.

“No, no, no…my little lamb, you can’t go anywhere.” Curze hugged Colvin and surrounded him with a human-leather cloak. “Corax…I saved them.” , Don’t you even have a thank you?”

“Let him go…”

Corax’s face was cold and he ignored Curze’s pleas.

At this moment, Chagatai finally arrived on an iron horse. He didn’t mean to help. Instead, he hugged her and began to eat.

Curze lowered his head and looked at Colvin. Colvin responded with a firm and uncompromising gaze, completely unafraid of the cruel name of the Midnight Ghost.

“Hehehe… tell me, I saved you, should you say thank you?”

“I just follow my father’s instructions. He tells me to say thank you, so I say thank you.”

Curze looked at Corax. Murkrow made no move. He just forced Curze to let go of Colvin with his eyes.

Tsk…

Curze narrowed his eyes and scraped at Colvin’s armor with his sharp claws, and ceramite shavings flowed from the claw marks.

Finally, Kurtz put his face close to Colvin, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked Colvin’s face.

Corax’s pupils shook due to shock, and Jaghatai slapped his thigh because he thought: “Fuck! This is still possible!”

Colvin was stupid, and Curze’s tongue was so cold that it froze his soul and all his sanity.

Curze pushed Colvin out of his arms before Corax could charge. He sank into the shadows and left a few words before disappearing.

“Remember kid, you owe me your life. And I’ll take it back…”

Colvin blinked before being caught by an anxious Corax.

The Lord of Crows looked carefully and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Curze had not poisoned Colvin.

“Father…what did that mean just now?”

“Don’t pay attention to him. My brother is not mentally normal. Avoid him next time you see him.”

“oh…”

“Ahem…” Jaghatai coughed twice, and said to Corax while thinking like a spring, “Since there is nothing going on here, let’s leave quickly. Dorn and Perturabo are there. “Hurry up.”

A few days later, the Raven Guard and the White Scars finally arrived at a new war zone after crossing an extremely long distance.

The Imperial Fists, Iron Warriors, and some Lamenters have made all preparations. Their positions are neat and solid, and the flags of other legions can also be seen inside.

For example, Mortarion’s Death Guard, their bone white and dark green flags are very obvious between the bright yellow and dark iron colors.

The two originals arrived at the expected location. Dorn and Perturabo did not come out to greet them, but instead argued with each other with red faces.

To be more precise, Perturabo was the only one who made the noise red and thick-necked, while Dorne was still as calm as a stone wall.

“My battle plan is perfect! As long as your Imperial Fists can cooperate with our legions, it will be easy to break the area in front of you!”

“I don’t think today’s Iron Warriors can shoulder the important task of main attack. The subspace makes them less calm, just like you, who are irritable and irritable.”

“I’m angry because I’m with you! Don’t you think about your words and deeds?”

(Shocking, in the plot of the official novel “Father of Genes”, Caul created a degraded Guilliman. But judging from the description, the degraded Guilliman was just a box that copied Guilliman’s consciousness.)