Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 336: 9 Loyal People Plague Relic

The three parties had different expressions, hatred, anger, and joy, but the core of them was basically the same, they all wanted to take the other's life.

Lin Heng looked up into the air, and the voice was indeed from Typhons who had disappeared for a long time. The other party appeared, and there was a strange metal ring beside him.

The device that looked like an arch was engraved with strange runes. With the arrival of the other party, the runes gradually lit up and became more and more attractive to the flow of spiritual energy.

And above the arch, there was a plague warrior. That guy's disgusting compound eyes made Lin Heng's scalp tingle, and he seemed to sense a familiar feeling.

Blackstone artifacts can not only open the dead zone to exorcise spirits, but can also be made into items that absorb subspace energy.

There are three of them. One is dangerous enough, and now there are three of them, there is no way to fight them. Lin Heng mobilized his psychic energy and used psychic skills to avoid danger.

Under the erosion of the energy of the subspace cracks in the sky, teleportation through the subspace seemed to become easier, and his degree of integration into the subspace became deeper and deeper.

'Uncertainty of loss..'

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the rune lit up, and Lin Heng discovered again that his spiritual energy was no longer under his control. All the spiritual energy around him, even the one in the cracks, had a direction of flow, and in an instant it was all poured into the ring.

The next moment, a curtain of light burst out, and as the world was covered by it, the world suddenly changed. Lin Heng, who was flying, immediately landed, but the ground under his feet was no longer mud, but a black ground full of ripples.

Everything around became strange. The black without a trace of layering made it impossible to tell east, south, west, or north. Some people could not even tell up, down, left, or right. They could only rely on the ripples without water to determine their location.

Lin Heng rushed out, and the distance of several hundred meters was recorded in his helmet, but there was no change visible to the naked eye.

"Don't run, you will definitely die today."

Typhon's voice came from behind him. Lin Heng took a deep breath and no longer paid attention to this strange space that seemed like some kind of domain. Although the situation was beyond imagination, 1v1 was always much better than 1v3.

"Why are you so angry with me? I didn't even know you before this." Lin Heng turned around, danced with his sword and said fiercely.

"Because you have taken away the love of my father, and that love should only be focused on me." The Chaos Egg-formed Typhon said while waving his sickle.

"F*ck you... I don't want to have any contact with your damn father at all. I wish I could stay as far away from them as possible. You f*cking idiot, have you been seduced by that bastard bird or what? You f*cking keep grabbing me!"

Lin Heng lifted his visor and couldn't help but curse.

Probably thinking that the other party was trapped, Typhons calmed down instead, licked his visor with his three thorny tongues and said:

“He said that this is the most successful plan. This is the key for me to seize your destiny. This is how I can become the Lord of the Death Guard.

Yes, only in this way can I replace Mortarion, He has calculated it all, He has told me everything, He has explained it all clearly. "

Typhons squatted down and ran wildly, swinging his smelly and stinging tongue towards the stunned figure in front of him.

"I'm fucking you, you stinky ********** bird!!!"

Lin Heng, whose head was filled with rage, also ran forward madly. The two crazy men collided with each other with a bang. The huge impact caused ripples that spread for a hundred meters.

Lin Heng retreated 9 steps, Typhons retreated 7 steps. The two were equally matched. The moment they looked at each other, they drew their weapons and attacked again.

There was a "clang" sound of weapons colliding, followed by the 'Ring of Flame' bursting out from the left, and the 'Plague Demon Wind' suffocatingly passing by from the right.

The sickle cut towards his head, and he leaned back to the left to avoid it. With a "clang", his thick legs, which had grown to the point of cracking the power armor, kicked directly into the abdominal armor, leaving a series of battle scars, and he pressed towards the opponent with all his might.

This picture of the Great Unclean One is very reliable. Just looking at it, you can tell that touching it will lead to death.

Lin Heng grasped the grown skin with one hand and used the power sword to cut directly at the opponent's heel, intending to sever his tendons and destroy his balance.

But the sword had only penetrated three-quarters of the way into the flesh when it was hit on the arm by a jujube. The moment the sword blade sank, the sharp sickle on the pole head chopped down again.

The shadow of 'Uncertain and Unbalanced' was vague, and the sickle cut through Lin Heng's body inch by inch but could not cause any damage.

Lin Heng was suddenly overjoyed, and quickly jumped the shadowy sword blade out of the subspace, stabbing it straight into the face of the creature with the piercing tongue squirming.

'Bastard, I have lived in the Warp for ten thousand years.'

As the mumbling psychic words appeared, Lin Heng saw that the foul-smelling amulet on Typhoon's chest lit up with the color of plague.

Silently, pus spread out from the sickle, and the plague instantly spread throughout Lin Heng's body.

"Ding!"

"puff!"

The sword lacked enough power and only cut through the skin and shell as thick as a palm, while Lin Heng suddenly withdrew from the "Uncertain Imbalance" and spurted out smelly blood.

The pebble kidneys and corrosive glands were working like crazy, urging the venom to be discharged. Lin Heng coughed and wiped the blood with his boxing gloves.

The demon engine of the Death Guard, what should it be called?

Looking at the smooth cut on the breastplate, he knew that the weapon in the opponent's hand was much better than his own.

After only two bumps, a rice-sized gap appeared on the precision-crafted power sword. If the fight continues, the weapon might be the first to collapse.

"Look, look, such a weak being is not worthy of the Father's love. What has He given you? Look at this."

Typhons proudly picked up the skull amulet with his swollen fingers, and weighed it in a show-off manner. Then he touched the sickle, licked the blade with his stinging tongue, and said:

"Glorious Scythe of Entropy, what do you have besides a set of power armor that you cobbled together? Your loving father doesn't value you at all.

And that fake emperor, that hypocrite sitting on the golden throne, what did he give you? What the hell are you showing off, bastard! "

Typhons' whole body shook, and flies, insects and poison mist sprayed out from the gaps. His body rushed forward unstoppably. He no longer wanted to get entangled with this bastard any longer.

The mighty sickle of entropy slashed diagonally, and Lin Heng remained silent and did not make any move, just waiting for the blade to almost fall on his head...

In a millisecond, he moved as fast as a rabbit without moving, and the power sword wrapped around his head to protect his body, blocking the sickle's attack.

"when!"

The sword blade circled and the wrist was turned to lift the sword. Typhons used his strength to block with the sickle handle, but Lin Heng made a fake move and turned his wrist again, changing the sword lift into a forward stab.

"Qiang!"

After the fight, the two separated. Taifeng Si looked at Lin Heng who was tapping the ground behind him with an expression of disbelief, and the pain came as he turned his head.

"puff!"

Blood foamed out and Typhons touched his neck which was half cut open. He was shocked that if he had not reacted quickly enough, he would have been defeated miserably by the bastard.

"How is it possible, you..."

Typhons couldn't believe that wearing a suit of power armor could bring about such a big change, but when he saw Lin Heng slowly raising the hilt of the sword not far away, he found that the bastard in his eyes suddenly became different.

Although I couldn't see the other person's face clearly, the aura he exuded seemed to have changed a lot. He became calmer and no longer as nervous, panicked, and confused as before.

Instead, there was stability, calmness and restraint. Typhons looked behind Lin Heng, through reality and illusion, in that subspace, nine pairs of blurry eyes told him clearly.

This guy is getting dangerous!

"What did the Emperor give me? He gave me life, a brain to think freely, eyes to see the truth, and... "

“Ahhh! You’re playing tricks on me. Ten thousand years of combat experience can’t defeat a hairy boy like you?!”

"Repent, tomorrow is your death date!"

Lin Heng spoke softly, and his momentum began to rise. To this universe, this galaxy, this empire, even to the other parties, he was indeed a rookie.

But what Typhons didn't know was that the resume in his mind was richer than he could imagine. The greatest existence in his heart was insulted by a traitor, and the warrior's body, which had been silent for a long time, began to boil with blood.

"For the eagle and the grassland!"

The mist behind Typhons sped up and rushed over, dancing around with one hand, then he held the handle of the windmill with both hands and chopped it down heavily.

"Aa ...

With a wolf howl, Lin Heng jumped up suddenly, his body tilted to a 32° angle on the ground, and he rushed forward like an arrow, shaking the water surface. He dodged the slash by turning sideways, and then cut through his leg armor with a sword.

"Iron Barrier, Imperial Fist!"

He twisted his body and plowed the ground with his feet, using the 'explosive shock' to block inertia, and flew up to split Mount Huashan with force.

But with a "clang", Typhons reacted quickly and placed the sickle handle horizontally to block the heavy blow.

'Poisonous pus miasma'!

A poisonous fog that was so thick that it could not be dissolved gushed out. Lin Heng quickly kicked the opponent's chest armor to use the force to jump out of the poisonous miasma, but the soles of his feet were still stained with a lot of pollution, and the traces of rust immediately began to spread.

"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!"

Lin Heng roared, and then a "holy glow" suddenly lit up from his body. Although it could not illuminate the dark space, it pierced through the diffuse poisonous fog.

"Bullshit!"

When Typhons cursed, he put his hands together and a force of nothingness emanated from his body. Lin Heng seemed to see the gorgeous subspace scene behind him, like an abyss, like distortion, like a mutation.

'Chaos Light'!

The holy silver-white light and the dirty yellow-green light collided with each other, stirring up waves in the space, and the surrounding blackness was wriggling like a boiling pot.

"The flesh and blood are weak and the machine is soaring!"

The two were evenly matched, and psychic power could not gain an advantage over either one, so Lin Heng only focused on improving his auxiliary abilities, trying to decapitate the enemy with the combat skills that emerged from his muscle memory.

Lin Heng's sword skills reached the pinnacle with horizontal slashing, diagonal slashing, side slashing, and forward thrusting. Typhons was no less capable at this time with forward thrusting, slashing, spinning, and double-clicking with his head and tail.

The two men were fighting back and forth, and it was hard to tell who was winning. Amid the flashing of swords and sabers, injuries were inevitable.

The power armor that Lin Heng just got was already covered with scars, with holes and cuts so deep that the bones could be seen. More importantly, the rust on the power sword was getting more and more serious.

If it weren't for the psychic energy that added the power of thunder, the dozens of nicks caused by the collisions would have been enough to take his life.

However, on the other hand, Typhons was not feeling well either. He did not expect that Lin Heng could have such a big change. His sword skills were continuous and did not give him any chance to breathe.

The injuries on his body were becoming more and more serious. Although he had the blood boost from the Stinky Amulet, his recovery speed could not keep up with the speed of his flesh and blood falling to the ground.

The situation of the holy relic

"I don't agree!!!"

Typhons roared loudly, splashing blood, his wings behind him humming, and a gust of "plague magic wind" swept over.

"Courage and glory!"

Lin Heng formed a 'Fire Barrier' that blocked the devilish wind while also shielding his own movements. The power sword broke through the fire and pierced his face. The silver moon was about to arrive, but he blocked it with a 'clang' sound.

The moment Lin Heng used the force to turn around, he had already pulled out the tactical dagger from his calf, and quickly changed the Wuhua grip from a forward grip to a reverse grip, and with a "swish" the knife stabbed into Typhons' eye socket.

The power sword came again, and with a "clang" of the sword, most of Typhon's jaw was cut off. Although the sword body could not withstand the vibration and broke, it also destroyed the chain of the amulet, causing it to fall to the ground.

Whenever he used his psychic power, that thing would light up for no reason, and then a hidden life energy would be injected into the enemy's body. If it was not resolved first, it would only continue to repair the body.

"Ahhh!"

"Thump, thump, thump", Typhus quickly retreated and pulled out the rusty dagger with his left hand, but before his left eye healed, Lin Heng had already approached.

"Bathed in fire, forged on the anvil!"

Taifons quickly raised his hand to block, but Lin Heng was waiting for this moment. He took a right step, turned sideways, and stabbed the opponent's elbow joint with one hand.

"Pfft!"

The electric arc crackled and the blade pushed across, the sickle tilted and fell to the ground, and Typhon's right hand was split in half.

Before one crisis was over, another one arose. Lin Heng turned around and kicked Taifons' left hand accurately, so the dagger that had just been pulled out stabbed back into the opponent's eye socket again.

"Victory or death!"

Lin Heng uttered his final battle cry and picked up the sickle on the ground while panting. It was impossible for him to master nine different fighting methods in just a few minutes. All he could do was try to balance the various resentful thoughts.

He reminded them again and again that it was him who controlled the body and it was also him who could help them kill the traitor. Although the process was a bit difficult, fortunately the result was good.

Although Typhons, who was half-kneeling on the ground, noticed the nine phantoms and their corresponding war cries, he still couldn't understand why Lin Heng had this incomprehensible ability.

He was panting, with his mouth open, blood and pus flowing out, and suddenly he burst into laughter as if he thought of something.

"Sure enough... he's a bastard... ahem, very powerful. I admit that I was wrong, but only a little bit. Hahahaha, because, I was right about one thing.

The Father’s love for you is fake, fake! This must be a test from Him for me, because you don’t have any holy things! And He gave me more than two holy things!

Hearing this, Lin Heng felt something was wrong. Although he didn't know what strange things the other party could take out, he quickly turned over and swung out the blade.

He gathered his energy, concentrated his mind, opened his mouth and let out a 'Soul Scream'. The sound waves reverberated, distorting the darkness in the space and pressing towards the unperturbed Typhons inch by inch.

"when!!!"

The sickle hit a bucket-sized black bell that appeared out of thin air, and then a loud bell-like sound overwhelmed the scream of his soul. The two people at the two ends of the golden bell endured the soul-crushing sound waves together.

Lin Heng spat out blood and rolled backwards to the ground, while Typhons coughed up blood plasma mixed with brain pus, slowly picked up the demon's death knell with a smile, raised it high and waved it, saying:

"You lose."

The bell on this guy's head is used to reduce the enemy's psychic perception and other scattered abilities. The demon bell, as the name suggests, summons demons.

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