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Chapter 90 Blocking
The pen once used by the false emperor was in the hands of these lackeys, and Kahn knew this.

That pen had just defined a Tyranid child god, and Kahn knew about it.

But now, the dark angel in front of him suddenly took out a note with "Return to Zero" written on it. It was obviously aimed at the counter on his head.

Regardless of the pros and cons of the Pseudo-Emperor in other aspects, his power is definitely real, and clearing the data in a counter is by no means a problem.

So as long as that note is attached to him, his accumulation over the past ten thousand years will probably be destroyed - who can know the real consequences?

But Kahn couldn't take the risk.

At least the unknown person in front of him didn't deserve the risk.

He has been chopping off his head for 1 years, and his humanity has been almost wiped out. He has no other pursuits in this world. His only spiritual support is to watch the number of enemies killed on the counter increase little by little after every fight. , I feel very satisfied and at ease.

But now, the Dark Angel in front of him is going to delete his 1-year hobby...

Kahn had imagined hundreds of situations in which he would be blocked by the enemy, but he never imagined that it would be in such an outrageous way, and he was so angry.

The blood god's champion's eyes widened with anger, blood vessels all over his body bulged, and even the mecha was creaking, like a beast roaring.

Just retreating would be a great shame for him.

The same goes for Moore.

He really didn't expect that this bad idea would be put to use one day.

He even joked with Wei Mu at that time, saying that if this bad idea could succeed, he would serve Wei Mu tea and water from now on without any complaints.

As a result, Kahn really chickened out. It was like a bolt from the blue, which shattered Moir's outlook.

For Moore, the fact that this bad idea came into effect was more worrying than the fact that it didn't.

As a space warrior, he doesn't fight the enemy in front of him, but he does such dirty tricks that are worse than touching his vagina and legs.

I am very sorry, my lord, I have brought this great humiliation to the empire. I am very sorry, father, I have tarnished the honor of the legion. I am very sorry, Grand Master, I have failed to live up to your expectations. I am very sorry, patriarch, I have brought the honor of my family into disrepute. shame
Shame, shame!
Moore felt that he had been completely humiliated and apologized 1 times in his heart.

The furious Blood God champion quickly distanced himself, then took out the plasma gun from his waist and turned around to shoot, hoping to kill Maul from a distance.

Upon seeing this, Maul braked suddenly and dodged, completely out of instinct, dodging the incoming plasma beam.

Kahn then added several more shots, all of which were successfully dodged by Maul.

Thanks to the training of the clowns, Moll was not good at fighting, but his agility was surprisingly good.

With a sound body and complete concentration, he can easily dodge most attacks from individual soldiers' long-range weapons.

This made Kahn feel even more annoyed. It was as if the Chaos Gods had specially sent him to mess with his mentality.

He can't cut but he doesn't dare to cut, he can't shoot but he can't kill him.

And Kahn now has the plasma gun in hand, and Maul doesn't dare to get too close.

So the two people just stood there.

"You damned lackey of the false emperor, don't think you can stop me with such despicable tricks!"

Kahn shouted, his voice filled with uncontrollable fury.

"Shut up, when did you kobold faction start fighting with your mouth? If you have the ability, put down that stupid plasma gun and just cut me down, just like a real war dog would do!" Maul was not to be outdone. road.

"In the worst case, I'll write down the current accumulated numbers, and go back and replace the counter with a new one. I'm sure to make your kid die a miserable death!" Kahn threatened.

"Don't lie to yourself, lackey of the Blood God, you know very well that once the power reaches the dimension of the gods, the impact will touch the conceptual level. If nothing else, as long as the connection is established, the emperor will be fine with you Add some numbers to the counter, or subtract some numbers from it, and your thing becomes a decoration," Moore said.

To put it bluntly, this is something similar to a curse.

Just like when Guilliman first returned to the Empire, Fulgrim secretly sent a demon to give him a crown, cursing the Lord of the Ultramarines to never get the satisfaction of victory from now on.In fact, Maul didn't know whether this note had any effect. After all, the emperor had never told him personally, but as long as it could scare the Blood God champion in front of him, it would be fine. Anyway, these evil god believers are not materialists. , most believe in such mysterious things.

"You, you... are so pathetic. If Ryan returns and sees the Dark Angel being twisted into such a despicable, shameless, bottomless appearance, he will definitely feel disappointed." Kahn scolded.

"I know it too! It's really embarrassing to use this trick, so can you please muster up the courage to kill me directly and don't let this bad idea take effect?" When mentioning this point, Moore said with a cry.

He wasn't being sarcastic, he really thought so.

For a Space Marine who abides by tradition, having his reputation damaged is worse than death.

Even the user himself feels so ashamed that he wants to die, but it actually works for him.
Hearing this, Kahn almost became angry and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

A battle can make both warring parties feel like life would be worse than death, and the culprit of all this is still in a coma and knows nothing about what happened.

The champion of the Blood God was furious, frantically looking for something to chop at to vent the endless anger in his heart.

But his remaining consciousness told him that he couldn't do anything to the dark angel in front of him, otherwise he might lose himself completely.

Just at this moment, another Chaos force appeared near the battlefield.

That was the No. 15 Legion, the Thousand Sons, who had taken refuge in Tzeentch. The commander of the army was the chief wizard Ahriman. He was stepping on the small flying saucer under his feet and hurried forward.

Unlike all the other forces that appeared here, Ahriman's target was not the Insect Young God or the Wee Mu.

The Thousand Sons have been suffering from flesh and blood mutations for various reasons, so Ahriman and the top management of the Thousand Sons used a huge red letter magic to try to solve the problem of flesh and blood mutations.

It is a pity that this magic is only partially effective. Thousands of warriors of the Thousand Sons got rid of the trouble of flesh and blood mutation, and their spiritual power was greatly increased. However, tens of thousands of more warriors directly lost their flesh and blood and became A mass of unconscious ashes hidden in the armor.

Ahriman felt extremely guilty about this and was looking for a way to redeem himself.

He knew that the Pied Clown was out in force this time.

He hopes to follow them to find the Black Library, obtain the knowledge therein, and offset the negative effects of the Scarlet Letter Magic.

As a result, Kahn jumped and rushed towards Ahriman.

"What are you doing, Kahn, are you crazy?"

Ahriman exclaimed.

If you don’t chop down the face of someone you regard as a puppet emperor’s lackey, and if you don’t kill so many aliens on the battlefield ahead, why the hell are you here to fuck me, a person who has no conflict of interest at all?

"Stop talking nonsense, take your life!"

However, Kahn, who was so angry that he couldn't listen to any explanation, just wanted to find a target to vent his anger to.

In this way, the Chosen of Tzeentch was forced to fight with the Chosen of Khorne.

"Do not--!"

Ahriman exclaimed in despair.

Kahn is a powerful enemy, and his chances of finding the Black Library are becoming slim due to the opponent's reckless attack. The hope of saving his former compatriots will once again slip away from his hands.

Looking at the Chaos traitors killing each other in front of him, Maul felt a little confused.

This should be considered a great achievement on his part, right?The process was so bizarre.

He didn't know if Wei Mu had returned to the Black Library safely, nor did he know what Seve was doing.

But Maul felt that his abilities had been stretched to the limit, and he had to leave this battlefield now.

(End of this chapter)