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"Oh."
Zero's expression turned cold. She shook her head, and then the Iron Men behind her stretched out their hands, grabbed their bionic skin, and began to tear it apart forcefully.
The skin was torn open, revealing the silver metallic shell beneath.
"I have no choice but to force you to join us. It's alright, Doctor, I won't be too harsh on you. But your companion, this genetic monster..."
Zero looked at Lin Qi, making the hairs on the back of the latter stand on end.
"I'll take his brain."
Almost instantly, without the slightest hesitation, Lynch called out Horus's name.
"Horus!"
"clear."
The transformation of the soul is completed in an instant, so fast that it's as if nothing has happened.
"This is my fault, I'll cover for you later..."
Hoffman was about to say something to Lynch, but the next moment, he looked at the tall giant beside him and suddenly froze.
He clearly sensed a strange change in the other person, but from a purely physical perspective, there was nothing wrong with it. It was as if a person's outward appearance remained unchanged, but their inner soul had been suddenly replaced.
"Need not."
"Lin Qi" twisted his neck. After all, it wasn't his own body, and his physical attributes were still far inferior. Even if he could forcibly enhance himself with psionic energy, it was ultimately limited and he couldn't reach the true Primal Body level.
However, there is always a chance. When the power of psionic energy is further enhanced... or when the power of another person is added, perhaps this body will officially have a level comparable to the original body.
However, our current strength is sufficient to deal with the situation at hand.
Lynch calmly surveyed his enemies. He could sense that although these Iron Men were numerous, their strength was still considerably inferior to KE-001.
If KE-001 was at the level of an Astartes commander, then these Iron Men were the normal Astartes.
Of course, KE-001's strength is beyond what ordinary Astartes chapter commanders can match, and the level of those Iron Men is also beyond what a normal Astartes can handle.
But for Lynch, it's all the same.
The psionic energy circulated continuously, and the damage to his internal organs was repaired in a short moment. Furthermore, the Judgment weapon in his hand was no longer entangled by blue lightning; instead, it was replaced by cold white flames.
"I'll clear the way for you."
"Lynch" spoke to Hoffman.
"Go to the control room, activate the self-destruct device, start the teleportation device, and come out with me. Remember, this is an additional part of the deal, so remember to work for him after we get out."
I did his work.
Hoffman understood everything. Now he knew this was his last hope, and he hurriedly nodded.
Lynch stopped talking, got into position, and charged straight at the Iron Man formation in front of him without hesitation.
Meanwhile, in the subspace.
As the Weaver of Fate Carlos watched the images transmitted back from the chess pieces he had left behind nearly 20,000 years ago, the entire Great Demon was so shocked that it stood up from the floating continent.
Its wings began to flutter rapidly, and the hurricane it unintentionally created even directly destroyed a warship traveling at an unknown distance, light-years away. The humans, howling in agony, were completely exposed in the warp, their souls flickering like beacons, attracting countless demons to devour them.
But none of these things could attract Carlos's attention. At this moment, nothing was more attractive than what was right in front of him.
An unusual aura of psychic energy, an unusual soul, an unusual human being...
If the four gods are the embodiment of their respective powers, then the great demons under their command are essentially the same as them. Just as Nurgle's great demons pursue eternity and corruption, Slaanesh's great demons pursue ultimate pleasure, and Khorne's great demons pursue glory, blood, and victory, Tzeentch's great demons will also pursue the variables and changes in this galaxy.
And what appeared before Carlos at this moment was probably the same variable that could determine the fate of this galaxy over countless years, just like the War of Heaven, the fall of the Eldar gods, and the Great Rebellion.
Its taste was sweet and mellow, which almost completely intoxicated Carlos.
It stared intently at the crystal ball before it, repeatedly checking its vision. It occasionally waved the scepter in its hand, its two heads, each capable of seeing the past and future respectively, constantly using their abilities, attempting to find some clue.
But in the end, it found nothing.
However, it wasn't entirely fruitless. For example, right now, a giant suddenly appeared in front of it, his body engulfed in golden flames and wielding a massive warhammer.
Feralus Manus, the tenth Primarch and the first Great Daedric Lord under the Emperor, spent ten thousand years forging his formidable reputation in the Warp with a single hammer.
Of course, he is also the soul that every Slaanesh demon is thinking of, and they all hope to capture him and offer him to their fallen prince.
Carlos's head, which could see into the future, was the first to notice his arrival, followed by the head that could see into the past. Though it's hard to describe, a frenzied joy truly appeared on those bird heads.
"It's true! You showed up! That proves it's real!"
“Go back and tell your master.” Feralus Manus raised the hammer in his hand, his voice cold. “Since you already know, then stop pretending. Humanity will be reborn. This is our manifest destiny, and also… your end.”
The hammer fell, smashing Carlos and an entire continent to pieces.
Chapter 129 Fight!
Looking at his enemies, a cruel smile slowly appeared on Lynch's face.
Horus Lupercal.
Lord of the Sixteenth Legion, Primarch, Son of the First, War General, Emperor's Favorite.
If someone were asked about his opinion ten thousand years ago, before he unleashed that fiery wave that swept across the entire galaxy, the answer would often have been that he was a master strategist, cared for his soldiers like his own children, and possessed profound charisma.
However, many people forget one thing.
That is, Horus Lupecal was also a warrior, a powerful warrior, whose personal strength was among the best even among his brothers.
His blade slew one alien commander after another, and his warhammer smashed one enemy bunker after another.
Ten thousand years later, although he no longer holds a sharp blade or a warhammer, but a spear that is not so familiar to him, and even his body is not his own, Horus can still fight and lead the bloody storm that only the Primarch could unleash.
For example, now.
Horus held the Judgment in his hand, and for the first time since his resurrection, he believed he could finally have a truly exhilarating battle.
The power armor began to operate, propelling the body forward with a single step. The magnetic boots struck the ground with a deafening roar, like war drums in an army formation, inspiring the user and teammates, and intimidating enemies and evil spirits.
There was no riot among the Iron Men; they were bloodless and tearless monsters. Driven by Zero, they felt no fear, or even emotion. They would simply lock onto their target and then pounce like hunting dogs, tearing at their prey's limbs, torso, and neck with the most ferocious bites.
Horus controlled Lynch's body. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly as air entered. Then, after the reaction between blood and oxygen was complete, and his nerves were heightened to their most sensitive level...
His hind legs suddenly exerted force, and a small crater appeared on the ground where he had been stepping on, while a pearly white gust of wind also appeared in this silver space.
The distance of hundreds of meters vanished in an instant. The Judgment was swung by both arms, tearing through the air and creating a huge chasm in front of Horus.
Several iron figures, caught off guard, were sliced in two by spears flashing with disintegrating force fields and wreathed in white psionic flames. The speed was so great that even the strongest, KE-001, couldn't react in time.
Zero didn't realize what was happening until Horus began to stir up a storm within the ranks of the Iron Men. She stared in disbelief at what she was seeing, and then a piercing scream began to echo throughout the space.
"Kill him! Kill this monster!"
The remaining Iron Man and KE-001 began to move, and a roar mixed with pain and anger came from KE-001's microphone.
It charged in like a wild beast, destroying everything in its path. At the same time, the silver liquid metal on its body transformed into eight cannons shimmering with purple light behind it, which then unleashed beams of destruction at Lin Qi.
Eight beams of light, moving at such speeds that not only humans, but even the visual system of an iron man like Hoffman, could hardly discern their flight path.
However, Horus easily saw through them. In fact, he not only saw them, but he also successfully leaped from the ground, spinning in mid-air, dodging each beam of light like the most agile ballerina.
The beam struck the ground and walls behind Horus, unleashing immense power in a brief moment, sending smoke and debris swirling throughout the space. Zero struck again, but this time it didn't repair space; instead, it channeled the entire power of its time weapon into the strange, terrifying genetic monster before it.
Even in the dark ages of technology, genetic creations like these would often be the ultimate goal pursued by every large genetic cult.
KE-001 rushed in front of Horus, and the cannon barrel on its backpack changed again, this time into eight sharp and flexible spears. Lynch, in his spirit form, looked at the spears and felt that they were very similar to the sharp forelimbs of the Tyranids.
Eight spears rained down from all directions, while its hands transformed into a long whip and a heavy hammer. KE-001's attack was driven by a mad, death-defying will—it had no desire for defense; everything it did was to disembowel its enemy and turn him into a pile of mangled corpses.
Horus wielded the Judgment Spear, each swing precisely striking the incoming attack. Sparks flew, and invisible ripples spread through the air, demonstrating the formidable power of both combatants.
The remaining Iron Men sealed off the surroundings, and their bodies also changed, with flowing metal transforming into weapons in their hands. However, compared to the weapon transformation on KE-001, it was still far inferior.
However, this already demonstrates the danger they face.
The time weapon completed its charge, and the immense pressure of time completely overwhelmed Horus, slowing his movements for a second. This one second gave KE-001 and the other Iron Men an opportunity; they swarmed forward, rushing towards Horus from all directions.
Hoffman gritted his teeth, and the time weapon on his body began to operate. A bright blue light emanated from his chest, and then, centered on him, a blue halo rapidly expanded outwards, enveloping the entire space.
Time stood still. The falling ceiling, the shattered earth, the swirling dust, the beams of light and the wielding weapons from the Iron Man's hands, and Lynch, bound by Zero's time weapon, all remained frozen in time.
Only these two are still able to move freely in this place where time has stood still.
One is Hoffmann, who caused all of this, and the other is Zero.
From the moment Horus took control of Lynch's body to fight the Iron Man army until now, the entire process has taken no more than a minute.
The fighting has now stopped simply because both sides used illegal weapons.
An invisible force field surrounded Zero, which helped her successfully counteract Hoffman's time stop, allowing her to look at Hoffman with a cold smile on her face.
"Doctor, are you worried about problems, so you're using your time bomb at maximum power?"
Under Hoffman's horrified gaze, Zero placed one hand on her face, then sighed and said helplessly.
"To be honest, I didn't want you to see me like this."
Zero used her arm forcefully, tearing her face skin off. A distorted face appeared beneath the skin, without bloody flesh clinging to bone, without steel interiors and broken cables. All that remained was a strange, disgusting face with blue feathers and writhing eyeballs hidden within them.
chaos.
It was at this moment that Hoffman truly understood why modern humans use this word to refer to it.
Not only her face, but countless chaotic marks began to slowly appear on Zero's body as well. Fine feathers appeared on her arms, and sharp claws grew from her fingers.
A high bulge appeared on her back, and finally, with a "whoosh," a pair of huge blue wings emerged from behind her. Countless eyes rolled through the gaps in the wings, and laughter rang out continuously.
Hoffman was practically an iron man now, but he still felt himself unconsciously swallow.
His soul is being judged, his will is being tormented.
Finally, Hoffman stepped forward and, with a trembling voice, asked a question to his former creation.
"Zero... what exactly did you choose to become?"
"This is the final step in glorious evolution."
Zero shook her wrist; clearly, she hadn't fully adapted to her new body yet.
"After turning everyone into iron men, I quickly discovered a problem: although we became strong and resilient, we still couldn't achieve true eternity."
Zero's voice was calm, as if he were narrating an extremely ordinary little thing.