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"Alright! Then you fucking give it a try!"
The blade fell once more, this time with power dozens of times greater than before! If the power before was a gale and a wave, then now, Khorne's power was a raging storm! A raging tsunami!
coming!
Lin Qi narrowed his eyes, wielding his Swift Sword with his one arm, holding it in front of him like a shield.
Tzeentch granted him power; the crystal heart contained the power of faith and authority that Tzeentch had accumulated over tens of thousands of years. Now, this power became fuel, driving him to unleash his true nature, making his essence a sharp sword and a sturdy shield to fight against Khorne.
But in the end, such power is just a tree without roots and water without a source. The fuel will eventually run out. In his own demonic realm, Khorne's power is inexhaustible. His attacks will only become more and more terrifying, and in the end, just as he said, he will completely annihilate Lin Qi.
Fortunately, Lynch only needs to hold on until the warp rift opened by Khorne closes.
Without the support of Khorne's power, the crack began to slowly close. According to Lin Qi's own judgment, as long as he could withstand three more blows, the crack would close completely.
When that time comes, opening another rift will be infinitely more difficult for Khorne himself without the guidance of the ritual, making it a losing proposition.
And how to escape after the crack closes...
After seeing the map that Tzeentch had given him, Lynch actually already had an idea.
And coincidentally, he was also able to find something he was looking for.
Chapter 196 Roger Dorn
The man had been walking in the desert for many years.
Time stretched on and on, so long that the man completely forgot how many years he had lived. Now he only remembered that in the first few years he would count the days, but later on, he not only forgot to count the days, he even forgot to think about it at all.
He had forgotten so many things: why he had come here, what had happened before he awoke in this desert, his past life, his father, brothers, enemies, children...
However, there was one thing that was deeply engraved in his mind, and he could never forget it no matter what.
That "thing" is both a name and a word.
Rogal Dorn.
Yes, the man always had such a name in his mind, but he had forgotten the person that name represented. Sometimes, he felt that the name belonged to him, but more often, he felt that the name actually belonged to someone he knew very well.
who's that person?
The man, unaware of his surroundings, trudged wearily through the desert. Perhaps the answer lay at the edge of this desert, or perhaps not, but it made no difference to him; he had nothing else to do but keep moving forward.
But today, something seems to be different.
The man stopped, looked up, and gazed at the sky above him.
It was an incredibly crimson sky, giving the impression of a blood-red ocean suspended overhead. Countless lives were born from this ocean, and these lives, from the moment of their birth, would grip a sword and howl as they engaged in a bloody slaughter of the other creatures around them.
Ever since the man opened his eyes in this world, the sky has always been like this. Over time, he has become accustomed to this sky and even believes that the sky should be like this. If there is a sky that looks different, then there must be something wrong with the world where that sky is located.
However, the sky is really different today.
The life in the sky had vanished without a trace, and the surging waves had also disappeared without a sound. It had become so calm that the man found it hard to accept for a moment.
what happened?
The man thought about it and began to ponder it.
He hadn't done this in a long time, but his mind hadn't become rusty with time. The moment he began to think, countless thoughts surged like a tide, mixed with many words that were completely unfamiliar to him now.
He encountered a crisis and had to concentrate his strength...
The suppression of psychic energy has become weak; this false god can no longer deal with him as effectively as before...
Is it my father? Or have my descendants received news about me...?
No, I shouldn't be thinking about these things now. Yes, this is an opportunity, an opportunity...
opportunity.
The man was confused because he couldn't understand the meaning behind these thoughts, nor did he know why they had turned into such a word.
opportunity?
what chance?
The man didn't understand, but the inertia he had developed over the years successfully led him to make a choice. He continued forward, abandoning his thoughts, and headed towards the edge of the desert that might not even exist.
What will happen next?
The man left footprints in the desert, but these footprints were quickly buried by the yellow sand and disappeared without a trace.
"who are you?"
The man didn't stop walking, simply assuming it was the sound of the wind.
"who are you?"
The voice rang out again, and this time the man understood the indistinct words, which made him stop and frown.
He had long white hair on his head, beneath which was an aged yet resolute face. The man focused his attention, trying to understand what the voice meant.
"who are you?"
This time, he heard it clearly.
This is a question, a question that inquires about his identity.
A look of confusion appeared on the man's face. He told himself that he didn't know who he was, why he was here, or why he kept moving forward.
However, he blurted out an answer without thinking.
"I am Rogal Dorn."
The man was stunned as soon as he heard the words.
Rogal Dorn.
Wasn't that the name of an acquaintance in his mind?
No, this name seems to belong to me, yet it also seems not to. What's going on? Have I forgotten something? No, I haven't forgotten anything; I've forgotten so much...
The man knelt on the ground, his face contorted with pain. He felt as if he was about to break through some barrier set up by some being. His soul and spirit transformed into fearless cavalry, launching one desperate charge after another against the high wall of confinement.
But every time the cavalrymen were about to approach the high wall, the musketeers behind it would fire relentless bullets, tearing the cavalry charge to shreds. During this process, indescribable pain repeatedly vanished and reappeared, until finally, the man let out a low growl. He lay in the yellow sand, looking up at the sky, his face filled with bewilderment.
"how do you feel?"
"not so good."
The man said he wasn't surprised that another person had appeared beside him.
"Is all of this... because of you?"
The other person who appeared did not speak; he simply stood up silently and extended a hand to the man.
"Is it time?"
"What's the time?"
"When you leave here."
"Leave here...where should I go?"
"Go to where you truly belong, stubborn rock, and never forget your mission."
He called me a stubborn rock.
The man thought.
It's a nice name, and I don't know why, but I kind of like it.
The man stretched out his hand, a large hand almost as big as a human head. It grasped the small hand in front of him, and miraculously, the owner of that small hand did not fall due to the huge size difference. Instead, the small hand stood firmly in place, acting as a support that allowed the man to successfully stand up.
"What place truly belongs to me...?"
"You'll know when you get there. Now, stubborn rock, fly!"
fly?
The man was confused, and at that moment, he was suddenly shocked to find that the person in front of him had disappeared, and his body had turned into a group of blue light spots. These light spots floated and gathered on his back, eventually turning into a pair of blue wings.
fly.
With a slight thought, the man's wings flapped on their own, carrying him towards the sky.
And it was from that moment that memories began to flood back like a tide.
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Lin Qi knelt on one knee, planting his sword in the ground for support, barely managing to keep himself from falling.
The soul is a strange thing. According to normal logic, it should not have sweat, tears, or blood. It should be an energy body located in the subspace, composed of fierce emotions and subspace energy, not flesh, internal organs, or hair.
But now, after the battle with Khorne, the exhausted Lynch was not only drenched in sweat, but also bleeding profusely from many parts of his body, the bleeding impossible to stop.
Khorne still stood before the throne, but unlike Lynch's current disheveled state, he appeared completely unharmed, and his aura remained undiminished.
"Distortion." It conveyed a message. "You have lost."
Defeated?
Lynch received Khorne's consciousness, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
Tzeentch’s power was unleashed so quickly. It was already a disadvantage for a god to fight in the realm of another god, not to mention that this god was incomplete and the “firewood” he was using did not belong to him.
Now, firewood is running low, and Lin Qi himself is seriously injured from Khorne's repeated attacks. At this moment, the longsword in his hand is covered with cracks, giving the impression that it will shatter completely if subjected to another external force.
Why haven't you come yet?
Lynch's gaze passed over Khorne and fell upon the brass throne behind him.
Without the deity seated upon it, the bronze throne now appeared quite ordinary, not much different from a real throne. However, using the map given to him by Tzeentch, Lin Qi discovered that beneath this throne lay a prison.
A prison where the original gene is held.
Rogal Dorn.
Lin Qi let out a long breath, struggled to his feet, and raised his sword to face Khorne.
Roger Dorn, Terra Guardian, Seventh Primarch, The Rock, Perturabo's nemesis, Abaddon's nemesis, and the Primarch of the Imperial Fist.
This was a powerful man who oversaw the construction of Terra ten thousand years ago. It was because of his existence that Terra was able to repeatedly thwart the rebel attacks during the final siege of Terra, allowing the Empire to reach its final moment.
This man was targeted by Khorne when he joined the Vengeful Spirit. Khorne pulled him into a dimension and tried to bewitch him. Unfortunately, Khorne probably didn't understand the true meaning of the nickname "Stone," and unsurprisingly, his attempt to bewitch him failed, allowing him to escape from the dimension.