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

Chapter 273 Fishing in Troubled Waters, Shadow Land

The incident happened too suddenly, but fortunately Lin Heng noticed in advance that there was another group of people who were planning to cause trouble, but he did not expect that the other party would be so quick.

"Damn beasts! Kill them!"

Akarakais roared. In a panic, the snake-men bodyguards quickly raised their guns and pulled the trigger at the dark Mandela.

The Mandrakes merely tiptoed onto the ground, disappearing as if they had sunk into a pool of water, while the deadly fragment weapons shone with a faint glow, tearing apart the unfortunate nobles.

The nightmares wielded their swords and confronted Mandela. In the blink of an eye, three or four figures suddenly jumped out from his side. Although the nightmares were able to resist, they could not withstand the overwhelming force of numbers. Two fists could not defeat four tigers, and a pack of wolves could not defeat them.

What's more, he was facing the extremely strange Mandela, so he was already injured after five or six rounds. Although he was wielding the sword vigorously, his condition did not look very good.

Lin Heng looked at Akarakes who was fleeing from here. After standing still for a second, he confirmed his plan to fish in troubled waters.

There are hundreds of Mandrakes, and judging from the opponent's situation, they are probably targeting Akarakais. As long as he doesn't take action deliberately and keeps blocking the Archon's escape, he might be able to eat the opponent's head.

So Lin Heng reached into his stomach, pulled out the bloody Clive's Blade, and injected all the usable combat potions into it, such as the "Trembling Step" that increases speed, the "Corpse Lotus" that makes muscles fuller, and the "Oral Removal Factor" that makes people more sensitive.

When the medicine took effect, the muscles all over the body trembled uncontrollably, and then the heartbeat accelerated, the breathing became heavier, and the three lungs contracted.

The body's detoxification organs began to eliminate the excess toxins in the medicine, adjusting his body to a near-perfect state.

As he swung his sword, he knocked down Mandela who was blocking his way. Then he kicked his legs and jumped more than ten meters away, slashing at the guard who had his back to him.

The Nightmare sensed the danger and tried to block it with his sword, but a huge force knocked him to the ground, and the Clive Blade in his hand was stuck on his chest armor.

Seeing that the Eldar in front of him, dressed as a viscount, was holding the Blade of Clive and wearing the identity gem of Nightmare, he shouted, pushed the blade away and tried to get up.

But Lin Heng would never give it such a chance. He stepped forward and kicked the blade away, then chopped down again with a "pop", and cut the opponent's head in half.

Nightmare of the Battle against Orcs

The snakeman guard pulled the trigger, and Lin Heng swung his sword left and right. The fragmented poisonous crystals hit the blade with a "ding-dong" sound, and the blade was covered with pits.

Seeing that Akarakes was about to leave the theater, he had to fiercely stretch out his left arm. Then, a light blue light curtain visible to the naked eye suddenly exploded, and the hissing snake man didn't know what was happening and was knocked away.

Then he decided to go all out and activated the "Explosive Shock". Lin Heng flew through the crowd like a missile, slashing at the fleeing Akarakes with a ferocious sword.

Just as the ferocious figure of the long knife appeared in Akarakes' eyes with a look of surprise, the noble lady who was running beside him suddenly pulled out an ancient dagger from under her skirt without even looking at the knife.

With a "clang" sound, it actually blocked Lin Heng's slashing attack that was powered by many forces, and at the moment when the broadsword and the dagger collided, Lin Heng suddenly felt as if the dagger in front of him cursed inwardly.

Then he looked up and the noble lady also looked at him at the same time, but the painful expression on her face and the action of covering her chest made him give up attacking her.

Then Lin Heng stretched out his left hand again, but this time he did not push it out, but clenched it.

"Crack!"

The imagined 'crushing and breaking' did not occur. Instead, Lin Heng's own left hand was cut in half by the suddenly appearing illusory Mandela. Although the bone was injured, it was not completely severed.

"*!"

Cursing inwardly, Lin Heng rolled over to avoid the subsequent attacks. Those dark Mandrakes seemed to sense some kind of aura, and then they all dropped the corpses in their hands and ran towards him screaming.

Lin Heng was helpless and was ready to fight to the death when suddenly the glass of the theater was shattered and thousands of fragmented crystals and dark matter lasers jumped in the corridor.

The snakemen and nightmares who were responsible for clearing the way were shattered by the powerful firepower without any preparation, and even Akarakes behind them had half of his arm broken.

Everyone hurriedly looked for cover, and Lin Heng had no choice but to put up a psychic barrier. When the ghostly Mandrakes saw the rain of bullets coming, they stepped into the darkness and quickly blended into it.

Then, as Lin Heng looked on in shock, seven or eight dark hands grabbed his calves.

"*..."

The shadow under my feet turned into darkness, and the floor was no longer hard, as if it had no touch, and I was immersed in it like a group of Mandelas.

The psychic fire burned fiercely, but it could only illuminate an area within a hand's reach. Even the flame was gradually pulled into the darkness as time passed. Lin Heng could feel the heat of the flame, but its light was gradually fading.

Black mist floated before his eyes, like the flickering light one sees with closed eyes in the dark night. All he could see was the dim green light in the all-encompassing darkness.

One... two... thousands of Mandrake aliens smelled Lin Heng's psychic power. They appeared in the shadows, illuminating the piles of bones on the ground, and attacked their prey with ferocious machetes.

Lin Heng took a deep breath, then slashed his abdominal cavity with the Clive's Blade and reached into it with both hands. The next second, more than a dozen plasma grenades flew out from the blood that made the Mandela Alien crazy.

"BOOM!"

The flames and plasma gas lasted only three seconds, and then everything returned to normal. The death of dozens of light and shadow groups could not solve Lin Heng's dilemma.

The dense crowds of aliens that followed were calling out to their friends, and their heart-wrenching screams made the dark mist tremble.

"Your mother!"

The environment here is so dangerous that it is beyond imagination. It is like a world of death. Without Mandela's ability to not be swallowed by darkness, other creatures would probably not be able to stay here for long and would be killed by this environment.

Lin Heng activated his 'Astral Vision', and even with his modified eyes, he couldn't see the environment five meters away clearly. Moreover, this was not the subspace, and he couldn't quickly replenish his spiritual energy.

He had no choice but to maintain his auxiliary psychic skills as best as possible and began to fight like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

In just over ten minutes, Lin Heng's physical strength had been almost exhausted, and his body was covered with more than a dozen scars. The main reason was that if he did not keep the psychic fire burning, the endless darkness would devour him.

A large number of roaring Mandrakes rushed towards him. While he swung his sword to chop down one, three or five groups of blades were about to fall on him.

The beheaded corpses could not stop this group of beings that even the Dark Eldar feared, but instead made them even crazier.

'Electric Energy Surge' The knife flashed, and countless Mandrakes were split in two in front of him. Once the psychic fire touched the opponent, the sharp machete would cut off the flesh, and the hero's determination to cut off his own arm was evident.

Amid the flashing of swords and sabers, Lin Heng grabbed half of Mandela's body and threw him to the ground, then his spiritual energy surged and attached to his left fist.

He hardened his fists with his iron bones and smashed through Mandela's head with a "bang".

After taking out the opponent's gray-brown brain matter, Lin Heng opened his mouth wide and stuffed it in. Then he put his hands together and suddenly opened them. The powerful impact blew away the surrounding aliens.

He plunged into the pile of corpses, tearing their flesh and taking the opportunity to devour their brains. A strange aura flowed through Lin Heng's body.

After he chopped off another Mandela and swallowed the twenty-eighth brain, some irrepressible emotion slowly formed in his mind. It was a bloodthirsty desire that made him want to torture the other party as much as possible.

Lin Heng was playing with fire, but this was the most effective method he could think of. After he had devoured a total of forty-four brains, he used the psychic fire to melt the sticky Mandrake leather suit on his hands and finally completed it.

Lin Heng knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together, lowered his head in deep thought and chanted a prayer. Then a ray of light appeared behind him, and the "Holy Glow" was once again displayed by him.

Those evil Mandrake aliens dodged the light, hating the appearance of this brilliance very much. They gathered into a ring and pushed the unlucky guys in the front row into the light circle.

When the light shone on Mandela's body, the dark mist quickly disappeared, and his dark gray skin seemed to be burned by it.

Lin Heng was overjoyed, and immediately put all his strength into creating a wider glow, but this skill consumed too much energy, so he could only raise his hands high and immediately put on the skin pocket he had made.

After closing the pocket, Lin Heng mobilized the last of his psychic power, integrated the memories that he had forcibly plundered, and used strange dark green runes to open the portal to leave the shadow land.

The Mandela leather bag glowed dimly, and then he felt the impact of the falling ground.

"Pfft!"

Lin Heng quickly opened the leather bag and looked at the skin on his left hand with some characters on it. He was glad that he had fought hard to leave that horrible place. If he had delayed too much time, he would have turned into the strange creature called Mandela.

Although he gained the ability to freely enter and exit the shadow land, he was no longer himself and became a shadow that only knew killing and torture.

"boom! boom! boom!"

The explosion was still going on and Lin Heng didn't know how much time had passed. The distracting thoughts in his mind were making it difficult for him to concentrate.

The surrounding environment seemed to be the same place as before, but the only difference was that the corpse in front seemed to be Akarakes.

Mandela, holding the head, looked at the leather bag in the hand of the uninvited guest, while Lin Heng also held the Mandela leather bag and looked at the head in the other's hand.

So the battle started again without any prior agreement!