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

Chapter 502: The Titanium God is a Teacher

This situation completely overturned Farsight's long-standing ideas. There was no need for Shadowsun to explain that the Tau people were atheists from top to bottom.

Furthermore, the weak connection of the subspace cannot possibly give rise to the existence of gods.

Yingyang's eyes were a little dazed. She stared blankly at the smooth table, waiting for Yuanjian to finish telling her what she also knew.

"Yes, the Tau are impossible, but those auxiliary troops are not."

Yuanjian was shocked, but also confused.

"You...you mean, those auxiliary troops gave birth to the Goddess T'aiva?"

Yingyang stared at Yuanjian with a sharp gaze and nodded heavily.

"Yes, the knowledge of the Kroot alone in the Warp is thousands of years ahead of ours, not to mention the other auxiliary forces."

"Incredible... She... No... What kind of thought does He represent?"

Seeing Yuanjian's puzzled expression, Yingyang did not look any more excited.

"He represents the Greater Good, which is the falsehood and lie that you despise the most."

Yingyang saw the shocked and stagnant look on Yuanmian's face. She slowly stood up and left the confinement room, leaving the other person to reflect on himself.

I don't know how many days passed, but Yuanjian stayed in this windowless solitary confinement room from beginning to end.

He kept thinking about Yingyang's words, the news about the Goddess of Titanium, and everything the other party represented.

When Yingyang came to the confinement room again, he asked the god's purpose eagerly.

"Purpose..."

Yingyang looked at the lampshade on the ceiling. Staring directly into the light made her eyes extremely uncomfortable, but the light curtain made her recall their first meeting.

At that time, she lost her way during a training and was seriously injured. At this time, the translucent phantom of the goddess Titan appeared in front of her.

He handed her an amphora filled with some gas, and after taking a breath of it himself, she regained her strength.

His body is shaped like a combination of titanium and human, with arms of more shapes.

These include humans, Tau, Kroot, Nicasa and other races.

Each hand held a sword, a jeweled bowl, a quill, a shell, an amphora, a war shield, or a ball of light. This was almost the case, but the goddess's face looked pale and flat, without any noteworthy features.

"Who are you?" Yingyang asked the strange phantom.

"I am the commonality of many races, and I am the destiny of this race."

Shadowsun refuses to believe this and claims that the goddess is nothing more than a ghost, to which the goddess replies:

“Compared to the entire universe, I am nothing. But even a seed blown away by the wind can thrive.

If you wish, Son of Hope."

After a moment, the water around Shadowsun calmed down, allowing her to see her surroundings again. Shadowsun then asked what she could do to repay the goddess for her help.

"I just want to exist, kid."

...

However, the umbilical cord substitute built on the shroud is not very powerful. Apart from being able to transfer damage, its psychic energy level is at most at the middle to lower level such as Kappa level.

There is no genetic modification on the body, so the fighting ability is not outstanding.

Although his muscle strength and nerve reaction were not good enough, his experience was beyond most people. Moreover, the weaker the person, the easier it was to sneak into the next action.

What's more, Lin Heng has plenty of things that the others don't have, and with Taraxin standing by his side, it's easy for him to arm one person.

"Then I'll go to the Titanium Clan to test the waters." said the umbilical cord substitute, wearing the Fire Clan's crystal bulletproof armor.

"Will the Tau listen to you?" Trazyn said, taking out a pulse rifle from his dimensional pocket and handing it to the other party.

"He must be going to cause trouble."

Lin Heng said, and handed the stinking amulet placed in the "space pocket" to the other party. This was one of the rewards given by the God of Plague after defeating Typhons.

When Elsa activated the Saint's Rosary to heal her body, that life energy connected with the three holy objects.

In particular, the plague energy on the stinking amulet even had a slight surge, coupled with the appearance of the umbilical cord substitute, this kind of life construction prompted him to make further progress in his understanding of the origin of life and death.

He had not used it before because he was afraid of having too much contact with the evil god. Now, the Scythe of Entropy and Destruction, one of the three holy artifacts, has been completely crushed by the End.

However, the stinking amulet that has nurtured plague energy for several years combines defense and attack, and is most suitable for a stand to carry to the rear to cause damage.

Moreover, plague means death as well as rebirth; the energy of life combined with the secret techniques of mathematics complement each other.

The evil god had not noticed the umbilical cord substitute, so it was most appropriate to let him infiltrate behind the enemy with the amulet.

Lin Heng himself had another thing to accomplish, which was not to directly deal with the gene stealer troops in the subsequent church, but to gather his own team.

Not humans, not the Tau, but the Orcs that roam the wasteland, they are everywhere.

Watching his stand-in driving away on the Chili anti-gravity motorcycle, Lin Heng also mounted the Jackal Corps' motorcycle and rushed out of the city with Taraxin.

"But you are a dignified Undead Overlord, why don't you bring a legion with you?"

Lin Heng was very angry. This bastard didn't have the aura of a dominant force at all. He always ran to the side every time there was a war, which really brought shame to the Necrons.

Taraxin curled his lips, wondering how a guy like Lin Heng could know the restrictions of the various rituals of the Necrontyr Dynasty.

Because of the surveillance of the Resurrection Council, the awakening of any soldier must be recorded, and any group of troops involved must be reported.

That was why Orikan could only wake up a few people at that time, and did not dare to use more powerful killing weapons for fear of being reviewed by the Three Sheng Council.

However, the awakening of Storm King Imotek in recent years has brought signs of a reshuffle in the Undead Dynasty.

Because of the destruction of the Master Control Protocol, the Necrons are no longer united. Even if the most powerful Silent King returns, he will not be able to command all the dynasties.

Back to himself, after all, Taraxin is just an overlord and a literary scholar who specializes in history.

Expanding territory and leading troops to fight are things that only rough men can do, so they are no longer his concern.

On the contrary, Trazyn hated war very much. The destruction of most civilizations was caused by war, which made him, as a cultural explorer, very sad.

Looking at Tara Xin's repeated sighs, Lin Heng expressed great doubt.

“So is it possible that you would destroy civilizations in order to collect certain cultural products?

Or knowing that there is an impending danger, but not offering a helping hand, just waiting for their demise?"

"Nonsense! Who told you that?"

Traxin's slightly hunched back straightened immediately, and the scepter in his hand knocked on the frame of the motorcycle, clearly conveying his dissatisfaction.

Lin Heng laughed secretly. Although the Necrons were superior to all other living beings in terms of combat power, they were quite ignorant when it came to playing tricks.

To be honest, I always feel that if they are placed in an imperial organization full of intrigue and deception, it feels like they are being sold and are still counting money for others.

The two walked and talked all the way, and two or three hours later they arrived at the small garbage city marked on the data board.

Looking at the metal ruins rising from the ground with a distinct orc style, Trazyn immediately told him to get off the car.

"Stop, stop, stop. We can't go any further. That's the orcs' territory. These stupid beasts who only know how to fight and kill all day long are unreasonable."

Lin Heng said that it was because the Necrons were too rule-abiding, so they had no idea how to explain the principles of the Orcs.

Not only did he ignore Trazyn's advice, he also added psychic power to make the motorcycle roar even more loudly.

The orc boy on the watchtower immediately noticed the unfriendly visitor, but when he saw that the other party was just a motorcycle, he slowly lowered the rocket sniper cannon in his hand.

"Waaagh, there's a stuffy car down there, you're so brave, come and see what it's doing!"

At the city gate, a large group of orc boys came and went with knives and guns, surrounding the motorcycle parked at the gate in three layers.

Taraxin activated the illusion generator in advance to hide his body, and hid behind Lin Heng, waiting for the orcs to hack him to death.

"What are you doing, Ning? What?"

Lin Heng did not answer, but took a step back and looked around. After comparing them, the howling orc was the tallest, and the fangs that were about to hit him in the face were also the thickest and longest.

He was waving a big sword in the air. The sword, as wide as his legs, had the skull mark of the state religion on it. No one knew which tank it was taken from.

Various orcish characters and patterns are engraved on the rusty heavy plate armor on its body, telling of its great achievements and demonstrating its powerful strength.

At this time, Lin Heng, who was of ordinary size, looked a little inferior in front of the group of tall and strong orcs.

He was wearing nothing but an inconspicuous set of work clothes, and without any weapons, he could at best be considered courageous.

"Speak! Oh, Ningya, you don't speak Orcish. Call a Blood Axe Clan kid who can speak Orcish over here."

"No need, I can speak Orcish."

"Ha! Smart guy, what on earth is Ning doing here?"

Lin Heng looked at the machete boy in front of him who seemed to want to eat him, and he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth when he thought of what he was going to do later.

The next moment, the fist raised like lightning hit the orc's fangs, with a crisp "crack" sound.

The teeth that represented power and strength broke, and the small fist that followed immediately broke the facial bones with a "bang".

The boy with the machete flew backwards, rolling several times on the ground with "bang, bang, bang". When he lay on his back, the big hole on his face seemed to indicate that he was dead beyond death.

"Waaaaagh!!!"

"WAAAAAGH!!!"

One call led to a hundred responses. The orcs in three layers inside and outside not only did not attack, but started shouting and yelling instead.

Several orcs immediately snatched the machete boy's equipment and divided up his weapons.

Although Lin Heng took advantage of the sneak attack, the orcs didn't care about these trivial matters given the obvious physical difference.

Now they are only concerned about the strength displayed by Lin Heng. This situation of winning big with a small investment makes them feel restless.

"I'm here for nothing else. Take me to see our boss. I want to challenge his position." Lin Heng said slowly.

"Woo..."

The orc boys looked at each other and nodded repeatedly, as if they were all admiring Lin Heng's madness.

Some of the fart spirits couldn't help but fart, and I don't know whether they were excited or scared.

"Hahahaha, I didn't hear you, did you want to fight with the boss?"

"It's crazy, but I like it."

"Let it go, let it go, call a Didimon to take it over."

Lin Heng looked at Taraxin who was extremely surprised, turned his head and walked towards the garbage city with his head held high.

Taraxin realized it later and jumped off the car, squeezed through a group of orc boys, turned into a grinning fart spirit and jumped onto Lin Heng's shoulder.

The brave will die of overeating, and the timid will die of starvation. When the other timid people saw that the other party had actually taken the lead, they regretted that they had not thought of recognizing the other party as the boss.

However, the other orcs chuckled, thinking that the fart spirit had worshipped the wrong boss. This kind of weed that bends with the wind will definitely be crushed by the iron hooves.

After all, no matter how thick the trees around them are, they are not as strong as themselves. So when orcs see strong people, they are not afraid, but full of longing for the challenge.

This is also what Lin Heng wanted to tell Taraxin.

Riding in a weird truck made up of Tau and Ecclesiastic vehicles, a group of orcs happily led Lin Heng to the center of Garbage City.

When passing by various tribes, the orcs shouted loudly, saying that there was a good show to watch, attracting those idle fellows to join in the fun.

Word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. In the end, thousands of orcs gathered together and swarmed into the power center, making it impossible to get in or out.

Those who didn't know might have thought that some orcs were planning a rebellion, which caused the orc boss sitting on the throne made of titanium combat uniforms and human bones to roar and start a war.

The 2.45-meter-tall orc leader of the Death Skull Clan chopped down the front truck with a pair of axes.

The orc driving the truck panicked and swerved to the side, causing the orcs in the back seat to be thrown out.

However, among this group of top-heavy orcs, Lin Heng, who had touched a mace, stood alone in the air, showing his detachment.

"Xia Mi?"

"Greenskin!"

The "Psychic Blow" was superimposed layer by layer, and the multiplier index reached about 16 times. The light and shadow on the mace were condensed into substance, as if a thick layer of ice shell was welded on the iron rod.

"DUANG!!!"

Before the sound exploded in the orcs' ears, the burst of light first made hundreds of eyes close.

When the tearful eyes of the orcs adjusted to the soreness and swelling, they discovered that there was an obvious difference between the man and the beast who landed.

The two mountain-splitting axes had turned into nothing, and the Death Skull Boss knelt on the ground with his hands cracked and covered in blood.

But Lin Heng on the opposite side was calm and composed, and the mace in his hand didn't even leave a mark.

"Give Ning Ya a chance, either sink or die."

The Dead Skull Boss glared at Lin Heng with his egg-sized eyes, but it only took him two blinks for the opponent to express his submission to Lin Heng.

The orcs and fart spirits around were all surprised, but the cheers that broke out the next moment surprised Trazyn even more.

A bunch of little idiots quickly ran towards Lin Heng and wanted to serve him, after all, serving the new boss was their duty from life to death.

But Trazyn slapped them in the face, and imitated the fart elves in showing their rights by baring their teeth.

"I think you are also suitable to be an archaeologist. You should respect the other party's culture and integrate into the other party's group. Lin Heng, I like you more and more."