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

Chapter 243 Something is wrong, one floor is missing

Lin Heng leaned his head over the edge and looked into the dark abyss. Even with his modified retina and 'astral vision', he could not see clearly the dark fog.

There is no logic in a place like this where there are only criminals and no government organization to supervise. The more thugs gather there are, the more likely it is that there will be a breeding ground for evil thoughts.

If you can encounter large numbers of cultists in any random sewer in the hive city, then any prison on this planet has hundreds of thousands of rooms, and there must be a huge number of thugs in them.

"Evil God..."

Lin Heng immediately thought of the nine-headed monster, what a bullshit god of magic and wisdom, he certainly didn't want to have too much contact with such a thing.

But now, Black Bean Sprout will definitely send more people to capture him and torture and kill the prisoners in the prison.

After killing enough people on the planet, take tens of thousands of people back to Comoros. There are plenty of people and places to accommodate these criminals.

Therefore, those evil creatures would never give up such a large number of ordinary people. Although the quality was quite poor, at least the quantity was large enough to satisfy their hunger.

"Tsk, we still have to go."

Lin Heng didn't want to fall into the hands of this group of lunatics. Although the evil god had many problems, at least he could still communicate with him now, and the other party was also thinking of recruiting him.

As for these black bean sprouts, forget it. Once they arrive at their hometown, they will have to leave it to fate.

So Lin Heng ran madly and went down the corridor to the territory of the prison king.

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"Reporting to His Majesty the Archon, we have found the crash site of those monkeys, which contains a large number of fragments of our vehicles.

A whole squad of Kabbalah fighters died at the scene, some of them died in tragic ways," the correspondent said.

Akarakes descended from his throne and said slowly:

"Have you found the goods shipped in those tin cans?"

"We found a small destroyed prison. All the goods inside were gone. There were also hinged handcuffs. It must have been a living thing."

"Find it. Let the warriors kill at will."

"Yes!"

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"Boy, you're quite tall. Do you want to come...Puff!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm calling you. You have tall ears...Pfft!"

"I'm telling you..Pfft!"

"*..puff!"

Lin Heng cleared out a few idiots who were blocking his way. Seeing that he was so tall, they were still foolishly asking for this and that. It was really stupid that they had no education.

He went all the way down and had already gone down more than two hundred floors. The light above his head became dimmer. The surrounding cells and corridors were all lit by torches or fungal plants emitting a faint reddish light.

When he passed through the 400th floor, the environment became hotter, and there was always a dark red liquid on the surrounding walls, as if rusty molten iron was flowing.

The further he went down, the more irritable Lin Heng found the criminals around him became. Even when he showed his ferocious double knives, the other criminals still dared to yell at him.

Once there were more than seven people around, the criminals would really charge at him with howls. Although they were all weak, Lin Heng cut directly from the 400th floor to the 600th floor with his knife.

But there were too many people, and anyone who heard the howling and fighting rushed out from the corners. What corridor, what prison, what mezzanine, Lin Heng didn't know why this group of people attacked him.

They looked completely crazy. Compared with the Dark Eldar, the other side was killing and slaughtering, while they were slaughtering. The orcs still knew how to eat, drink and have fun, but these people were in a state of not giving up until they died.

"Who would be so stupid as to stay in a place like this? Could the prison kings be a bunch of mutants?

That idiot doesn't seem like he can come up with this kind of troops... I don't think I'll meet other followers of the evil god."

Lin Heng had no choice but to believe it, because the humans that appeared at this moment could be called heretics. They began to mutate, and their dark red skin was not sure if it was because they were bathed in blood or something else.

In addition, there were some unknown spikes added to the rusty armor on their bodies. The most obvious point was that they all had some kind of twisted horns growing on their heads.

Some are long and some are short. The short one is the size of a fingernail, while the long one is as long as an index finger. Lin Heng also noticed that it seemed that this sharp corner represented some kind of situation.

It seems that the longer the horns of the mutants, the stronger their physiques are, and the more stubborn their minds become. As long as they don't like something, they will never stop until they are killed.

"Seven thousand seven hundred and forty-four. They really aren't afraid of death at all, are they?"

Lin Heng leaned against the wall and kept gasping for breath. The total number of people he had killed since he came to this galaxy was less than half of what he had killed today.

He also confirmed the evil god that this group of cultists believed in. It was one of the four evil gods mentioned by the Sister of Silence Grave - the god of war and killing.

"As long as it's not that B bird that plays tricks, it's fine. Although it's a bit tiring, at least it's not tiring..."

"RUAAA! Kill him!"

"I'm gonna fuck you, you big mouth! Come on!"

Lin Heng swung his sword again. The sharp single-molecule blade was simply not something these crudely made axe blades could withstand. Combined with his powerful force, there was absolutely no sense of hindrance at all, and the mutant in front of him was cut in two.

Lin Heng did not intend to waste time on the evil things that rushed up later. The spiritual energy flowed and exploded in the dilapidated corridor. He jumped down and inserted the sword into the wall, and fell to the dim blue below.

"blue?"

Lin Heng suddenly felt something was wrong. He controlled the speed of his falling body and looked at the surrounding layer numbers.

622 ...

634 ...

657 ...

665.

"Oh!"

Lin Heng fell to the ground and looked around, not knowing what was going on. The prison only went up to the 665th floor, and below that there were only some broken bricks and tiles. It was a complete ruin. There was no such thing as the 666th floor and below.

Although the surrounding environment had a vague orange-red hue and the temperature was still a bit hot, there was no sense of steam in the ruins underfoot.

He even saw some floating light spots. Only when he expanded his 'astral vision' could he see the light spots clearly. They looked like some kind of ladybugs, all floating towards the depths of the tunnel.

This place doesn't look like a normal place no matter how you look at it, but there is no sign of those crazy mutants here. The noise is so annoying, and the roars that make people want to hit people seem to be insulated here.

The environment on the bottom floor was so different from that in other places that Lin Heng even suspected that he had come to a different space.

But fortunately, there are still a large number of corpses left in the ruins around him, including humans, mutants, and a small number of chaotic creatures.

The most obvious one is the damaged arena. The strange symbol on it is obviously the representation of some evil god.

Khorne's fighting arena welcomes warriors from all sides to join in, offering blood sacrifice to the Blood God and skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne.

Feeling the faint airflow, Lin Heng realized that deep in the ruins, there was some kind of spiritual energy floating, weak but continuous.

Passing the winding dilapidated buildings, suddenly a praying figure knelt on the ground. Lin Heng observed carefully and found that the other person's body did not have the sharp corners like before.

The slender body was covered with rags with some inexplicable things scribbled on it, forming a ghostly picture.

"Carvings..feathers..*his* wings!!!"

Lin Heng suddenly shouted and stared at the symbol on the wall with wide eyes. It was a pair of large wings carved out.

The memory is so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar. It was the mark on the cultists when Lin Heng became the messenger of the God of Blue Feather on the planet Morlock!

Lin Heng was not sure whether this Blue Feather Cult was the sect he imagined, related to the B bird. After all, a state religion has countless branches, so it is not impossible for the followers of the evil god to have different doctrines.

Back then on the planet Morlock, the final battle with that strange mutated creature must have been the work of that evil god. It is unclear what his purpose was, but since he was the spokesperson for the conspiracy, it would not be easy to guess his thoughts.

True or false, who knows who is the one who is speaking in front of you? Lin Heng would never believe it, this is not the work of the evil god.

Suddenly, the believer straightened up and looked back, and the two looked at each other.

"God's Messenger... Lord God's Messenger!"

The expression of the figure in front of him kept changing, from amazement to ecstasy. He stood up tremblingly and pointed at Lin Heng and shouted.

His scalp was numb to the extreme, and his legs felt like they had been pulled out of the bones, completely unable to support walking. Lin Heng looked at the mutant in front of him, staggering towards him.

"I have met the Lord God's Messenger, I...I have been chosen!"

"Get away! Who...who are you!"

Lin Heng raised his knife and swung it, then held it up to warn the other party not to get close.

The mutant quickly knelt on the ground, folded his hands in a wing-like position, placed them on his chest and shouted:

"My Lord, I am a believer of the Blue Feather God and a loyal servant of the Blue Feather God. I am your most trusted follower, my Lord!"

Lin Heng's brain was no longer working. He didn't know how many light years away his planet Morlock was from here, and the number of people who knew his identity could be counted on one hand twice.

And those people don't even know where in the galaxy they are, and the ones who know best are those who haven't died yet...

"Who is Alman?"

"Arman? Oh! Lord God's Messenger is talking about our priest, right?"

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Lin Heng should have left this place immediately, but for some unknown reason he followed the believer in front of him and walked into the deeper blue darkness.

The walls of the excavated tunnel are covered with murals and statues. Apart from some war scenes, the rest are some prayer scenes.

The most important place is the statue that thousands of people worship, which looks exactly like Lin Heng.