PFC Chapter 388: Reinstatement
Chapter 388: Reinstatement
The ten wizards looked at Lin Heng silently. His huge body naturally made them full of curiosity.
They communicated in star language, and all of them were interested in what kind of mutations had occurred in their gene seeds. This manifestation of vigorous vitality might be able to help them solve some long-standing problems.
The higher the level of the challenge, the more likely you are to be defeated by them, unless you are chosen by God. Even if you are chosen by God, there are countless people who will be defeated by them.
In their eyes, Lin Heng was just a lamb to be slaughtered. The superiors who thought highly of themselves would not have the slightest fear towards the inferiors.
"Put aside your pathetic resistance, and surrender will save you from the pain."
"Oh, pain is a shot in the arm that keeps you awake!"
Lin Heng roared and fell into the devil's way. His anger exploded into a substantial high temperature, and his red eyes showed a completely different kind of rage.
Free from pain? Pain is a byproduct of their quest for the throne.
"Hmph... Another stinky bug who has lowered himself to low status."
As Ahriman spoke, he raised his arm, and the wizards around him also made various hand seals. Light wheels constructed from various strange runes emerged from behind them, and then hundreds of phantom clones flew over.
Hundreds of wizard clones covered the sky and the earth, joined their hands and opened their psychic swords to emit dazzling light.
At the same time, the thunder was as powerful as a raging sea in purgatory, and half of the cabin was melted into molten iron by the crackling thunder.
Lin Heng pounded the ground and roared, then he stomped his feet and jumped away. The swords at his sides automatically protected their master and flew around, killing all the invading enemies.
The mace in his hand made a sound like a landslide or tsunami, and he charged into the crowd amid thunder.
The swords, sticks and clubs were wielded with impenetrable force, and all the clones would die if they were touched. The wizards were all shocked by this situation. The strange weapons, strange humans and strange situation made them extremely excited.
There is no other reason, because only the unknown represents hope, and only what they have not touched represents the possibility of some kind of "life".
The psychic clones were endless. Even if Lin Heng chopped faster, he could not keep up with the output rate of the opponent's clones. If he ignored it, the blade of the clone was not a false sight.
Every cut of the sword draws blood, every cut exposes flesh, a swarm of ants can kill an elephant, and a blunt knife can also kill a person by cutting flesh.
At this moment, they were playing, playing games, fearless without any worries. Ahriman felt the distance of the warp rift, and then strange spells began to come out of his mouth.
As the sound was transmitted, the runes actually came true. They twisted and transformed into strange creatures, flying into the subspace cracks without stopping.
Just a few seconds after they disappeared, the cracks on the edges that were already collapsing suddenly became even more abnormal, the storm surged and the curtain wall twisted, and dozens of disgusting tentacles covered with eyes stretched open the sky.
Professor Ah, may be the best psychic under God.
"Bang, bang, bang," while knocking over the surrounding buildings, the Gomao Erge was squirming and curling up at the same time.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The orcs on the ships opened fire, missiles and torpedoes appeared one after another, and macro cannons and lasers were continuous.
The tentacles, which were hundreds of meters long and dozens of meters wide, were badly damaged by the explosion, but under its whistling impact, a large number of firepower facilities were crushed and exploded.
The tentacles were wrapped around and prevented the ship from getting any closer to the crack. Although it was called a crack, after continuous collapse, the entire subspace gap had become more than several thousand meters wide.
The cruiser had already half-jumped into the ruins, but the thick, winding tentacles kept it out, entwining, twisting, crushing and destroying it, causing the Second Brother to let out a dying howl.
The orcs' wish to return to the real world to smash, loot and burn was dashed.
Inside the ship, Ahriman saw that Lin Heng had been entangled by the endless psychic clones and was dizzy, so he signaled everyone to take the next step.
In an area where the laws of space are so chaotic, it is particularly easy to open a subspace gap. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of clones and Lin Heng disappeared.
Ahriman casually drew a circle, then pushed out his palm, and a translucent bubble floated towards the rumbling engine.
The bubble was harmless to humans and animals. As it slowly floated, its size gradually grew larger. By the time it touched the engine casing, it had bloated to two meters wide.
"Snapped!"
After a crisp sound, the bubble burst, and the subspace power contained in it instantly ran wild, and the distorted force destroyed the engine's shell.
Ahriman walked into the portal, and as the portal closed, the explosion that lit up the sky took away tens of thousands of orcs. The hideous demon tentacles also buried them in the sea of fire.
The gap in the subspace opened and Lin Heng fell to the ground. The wizards were as graceful as the falling rain, forming a sharp contrast with the furious guy on the ground.
"Those who believe K are fools without brains. Stop wasting time and let's see what's in his head."
After Ahriman finished speaking, unique runes lit up on the hundreds of clones, nine in total. The clones turned into light mist and crashed into Lin Heng. Every time one of them succeeded, one of the runes would be left on its body surface.
When all the nine words were put together, swords, sticks and clubs fell to the ground with a "ding-ling-clang" sound. The violent Lin Heng was unable to resist. He collapsed to the ground, panting, and could only watch the other party approach.
"Fuck you...Fuck you evil god..."
Ahriman sneered and asked his teammates to control Lin Heng to kneel on the ground.
The dead orcs provided ample sacrifices for the ceremony, and the psychic energy surging in their hands became particularly active.
A ceremony scene
"I am a poor creature used by those so-called gods. They want to use their power to deal with me, but unfortunately this power is just a castle in the air.
You don't know how to use them at all. Gods can also become chess pieces, and I am the one who plays the chess pieces."
As he spoke, wriggling blue threads emerged from his five fingers and slowly drilled into Lin Heng's skull. The piercing pain instantly made him scream and shout. Immediately, his eyes shot out a hundred-meter-long beam of light, and those past memories were reflected on the dark sky.
Everything that happened before was played at double speed, and at most the clip about the Omega Vault made Ahriman pause for a moment. He knew that the two weapons in Lin Heng's hands were very important.
But now he was more concerned about another thing. The reason he came to Comoros was to find the nodes of the Dark Eldar's pinnacle of flesh and blood technology and the webway.
After searching hard using his psychic powers and repeatedly performing sacrificial rituals to go back in time, he finally found the key he had been looking for.
That was the day when he had just sacrificed eight million humans in order to get the truth about the past, and the image of Lin Heng being tortured by the Haemoling You Run was "rewinded" in time.
When the web channel opened through the opponent's body burst into a deep light, Ahriman's excitement was no less than Yourun's.
From then on, he went crazy, searching for Lin Heng's past traces in Comoros without distinguishing between right and wrong.
And just over half a month ago, from the moment Lin Heng was sent into the Webway by the will of the Omega Vault, Ahriman predicted the arrival of this day.
"Come on, who are you? Your future, your present, and your past will all be stripped and decomposed in my hands. Your fate will belong to me, and everything you have will belong to me!"
Ahriman became more and more excited as Lin Heng showed him more and more memories. The Zerg and the Plague Warriors were all not worthy of his attention.
There may have been a brief pause when Typhons died, but more often than not he only truly lamented when the scenery of the Comoros was revealed.
Ahriman searched through Lin Heng's memories, exploring the past that he had recalled at that time, the scream of the gods, the invasion of the Space Wolves, the help of the Harlequin Troupe, and You Run opening the portal to the Webway.
“Hahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha!”
"Found it! I finally found the key to the Black Library. I finally see hope of saving the Chapter again!"
All the Thousand Sons wizards present were shocked. They sighed solemnly, and all of them lost their composure at this huge news. There were even some salty cries mixed in with the sound of the wind.
[Identity: Former Captain of the First Company of the Thousand Sons Legion, Chief Think Tank of the Thousand Sons, Chosen of Tzeentch, Wanderer and Exile, Leader of the Wandering Sons of the Thousand Sons Warband.
Quote: If the road to salvation passes through the halls of purgatory, then I choose to accept it.
This article requires a story: Ahriman designed a spell to permanently free the Thousand Sons from the curse of flesh mutation. The result of this so-called "Ahriman's Rubric" was imperfect, as it transformed all the warriors without psychic powers among the Thousand Sons into Yellow Sand Warriors. However, it also enhanced the psychic powers of the remaining psychics in disguise.
The second time he cast the spell, Ahriman's ritual was stopped by his father, Magnus the Red. I won't go into detail about the details, but after the ritual was over, a debuff was added to all the living Thousand Sons psykers - Retrograde Fel Fire. The end result was death and turning into ashes.
Therefore, most of the Thousand Sons who are still alive hate Professor Ah very much. However, Professor Ah also has good intentions. He cast the scarlet spell in order to eliminate the physical mutations of the Thousand Sons, but there were too many mistakes.
“Hahahahahahahahahaha…”
Anyway, the official history now is that Professor A lost contact with his father, founded the Prodigal Sons Warband, and constantly sought ways to save the warband, looking for unknown knowledge, and wanted to enter the Black Library to learn about lost spells or technologies. 】
Suddenly, Ahriman himself appeared in the memory picture displayed in the sky, and he knew exactly where he was. It was the Black Library that he had visited once before, a treasured place guarded by the Eldar Harlequin Troupe.
Ahriman secretly cried out in dismay, the sweet fruits of victory made him a little too proud of himself, and when he said "Black Library", it undoubtedly gave someone with ulterior motives a handle on him.
"So...it's you...Azek Ahriman!"
When Lin Heng's voice resounded through everyone's ears, a dancing clown in the sky bowed deeply with a smile. (Chapter 277, Lin Heng entered the Black Library in his dream and met the Flower Bean Sprout God, the God of Laughter)
“Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!…!”
All ten silk threads broke, and the image of the Laughing God that remained in Lin Heng's memory took action, and His hidden backup plan had its due effect.
The Laughing God moved his ten fingers. His knuckles were so soft that they seemed to be boneless, and a colorful thread extended from each one.
笑神
Those threads penetrated the sky upwards, and then all the Thousand Sons present stiffened without exception.
Lin Heng finally regained control of his body. Without looking back, he quickly jumped towards the subspace gap.
Before leaving, he used his limited spiritual power to recall End and Duanlang, and struck the wizard with sword and knife one by one, cutting them in half when they were caught off guard.
“Snap! Snap!…!”
The memory rivets left by the Laughing God disappeared, and the threads controlling Ahriman and the others broke at the same time. The wizard wanted to hunt down Lin Heng, but Ahriman stopped him with his hand.
"Save our brothers first."
Although the injury looked fatal, it was not incurable in front of a group of psychics, not to mention that the injured was an Astartes, who had experienced more serious injuries.
So 15 minutes later, the wizard melted back even the cut corners of the armor, and the Word Bearers who had left early finally came over.
"Ah, Ahriman, this is too thrilling. Forgive me for not daring to get closer. The disparity in strength between us made me believe that you would find what you want.
But who could have thought that the gods could leave a backup plan in the memory, and a fragment of memory could make you so embarrassed. Ah, this is the power of the gods.
Great! Great! Great! "
A Word Bearer with runes carved all over his face walked forward and muttered to himself with an intoxicated look on his face.
Ahriman did not look at the newcomer, because there was nothing to say to a charlatan who was obsessed with worshiping evil gods.
Oh, the beast is here. I need to imagine how to make him disgusting. Do you have any ideas or plots to offer?
“But I, Erebus, don’t understand. With your strength, even if you can’t get rid of the control of the God of Laughter, at the last moment, that kid was greedy and wanted to kill a few more people.
You should be able to seal off part of the warp breach, or use a time spell or something, and you just let him get away?"
This time, Ahriman looked at Erebus and spoke slowly:
"The psychic skill 'Three Divinations' gave me three answers to the future at once. The first one pointed to the orcs, the second one pointed to Khaine's Gate, and the third one pointed to the Jericho Sector.
The results have shown that Lin Heng will not remain in my hands now, and I have predicted the direction in which things will flow.
I just didn't expect that it would be the clown god who took action. It seems that I have been in contact with Lin Heng for a long time, which also proves the importance of me looking for him. "
"Ah, I understand, just like the word 'fate' that you always talk about, I understand it all.
Getting involved too early will only lead to a different outcome. But often we need to try to change our fate. Although the results are the same, the deduction methods are different.
It just so happens that I heard from Alpharius’s friend that the Star Fortress in the Jericho Sector has opened its doors. Perhaps the treasures inside can help you and me.”
Ahriman was thoughtful, thinking back to the memory fragments he had seen before, and realized that the thread of fate connected him and Lin Heng together.
"It seems that I have to go."