The pen that the Puppet Emperor had used was in the hands of this group of lackeys, and Karn knew about it.

The pen had just defined a young Tyranid god, and Karn knew that.

And now, the dark angel in front of him suddenly took out a note with "Zero" written on it, which was obviously aimed at the counter on his head.

Regardless of the advantages and disadvantages of the Puppet Emperor in other aspects, the strength is definitely real, and clearing the data in a counter is never a problem.

So as long as that note is attached to his body, his accumulation of 10,000 years is estimated to be ruined in one fell swoop - who knows the real consequences?

But Karn couldn't take that risk.

At least the nobody in front of him didn't deserve to take the risk.

He has cut off his skull for 10,000 years, humanity has long been almost wiped out, and there is no other pursuit in the world, the only spiritual pillar is that every time he finishes fighting, watching the number of kills on the counter increase little by little, he feels very satisfied and relieved.

And now, the dark angel in front of him is directly going to delete his hobby that has been going on for 10,000 years......

Karn had imagined hundreds of situations in which he would be stopped by the enemy, but he never imagined that it would be in such an outrageous way.

The Blood God's champion's eyes widened with rage, his veins bulged, and even the mechs creaked like a beast roaring.

Just holding back was a great shame for him.

The same is true for Mohr.

He really didn't expect that this bad idea would be able to be used one day.

He even joked with Wei Mu at the time, saying that if this bad idea could succeed, he would pour tea and water for Wei Mu from now on, without any complaints.

As a result, Karn really flinched, it was like a bolt from the blue, which made Moore's three views explode.

The effect of this bad idea was more worrying to Moore than it was not to take effect.

As a space marine, he doesn't fight the enemy in front of him, but he makes this kind of indiscriminate move that is not as good as his legs.

I'm so sorry, my lord, I've let the empire suffer such a humiliation, I'm so sorry, father, I've tarnished the honor of the Legion, I'm so sorry, Grand Mentor, I've failed your expectations, I'm so sorry, Patriarch, I've disgraced the family's reputation

Shame, shame!

Moore only felt that he had lost all his face, and he apologized ten thousand times in his heart.

Enraged, the Blood God Champion hurriedly pulled the distance away, then took out the plasma gun on his waist and turned around to shoot, trying to shoot Mohr from a distance.

Seeing this, Moore braked sharply and dodged, completely out of instinct, dodging the incoming plasma beam.

Karn then made up a number of shots, all of which were dodged by More.

Thanks to the training of the harlequins, Mohr didn't fight very well, and his body was surprisingly good.

With a sound body and complete concentration, he can easily dodge most of the attacks of individual long-range weapons.

This made Karn feel even more annoyed, as if the Chaos Gods had sent him to get his mentality.

Cut but don't dare to cut, shoot and shoot can't die.

And Karn now had the plasma gun in hand, and Moore didn't dare to get too close.

So the two of them froze there.

"puppet emperor lackey, don't you think you can stop me with this kind of indiscriminate trick!"

Karn roared, his voice filled with irrepressible rage.

"Shut up, when did you kobold faction start fighting with their mouths? If you have the ability, you can put down that stupid plasma gun and cut me directly, just like a real war dog would do! Not to be outdone, Moore said.

"It's a big deal, I'll write down the numbers I've accumulated so far, and I'll go back and change to a new counter, and I'm going to make your kid die a bad death!" Karn threatened.

"Don't lie to yourself, lackeys of the Blood God, you know very well that once the power reaches the level of a god, the effects will touch the conceptual level. If nothing else, as long as the connection is established, the Emperor will have nothing to do with adding a few numbers to your counter, or subtracting a few numbers, and your gadget will become an ornament. Moore said.

To put it bluntly, this is something akin to a curse.

Just as when Killeman first returned to the Empire, Fogrem secretly sent a demon to give him a crown, cursing the Lord of the Ultramarines that he would never be satisfied with victory from now on.

In fact, Mohr didn't know whether this note had any effect, after all, the emperor hadn't told him personally, but as long as he could bluff the Blood God Champion in front of him, anyway, this group of evil god believers were not materialists, and they believed in this kind of gods and ghosts.

"You, you. It's really sad, if Ryan returns, he will definitely feel disappointed to see the dark angel distorted into this despicable and shameless appearance. Karn scolded.

"I know that too! It's a shame to use this trick, so can you please pluck up the courage to cut me directly, and don't let this bad idea take effect." Speaking of this, Moore said with a crying voice.

He wasn't mocking, he really thought so.

For a traditional Space Marine, the loss of reputation is worse than death.

Even the user himself feels ashamed to death, but it is especially effective for himself

Hearing this, Karn almost became angry, spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

A battle can make both warring parties feel that life is worse than death, and the culprit of all this is still in a coma, ignorant of everything that is happening.

The champion of the blood god was furious, frantically trying to find something to chop and vent his endless anger in his heart.

But the only remaining consciousness was telling him that he couldn't do anything to the dark angel in front of him, otherwise he might lose himself completely.

Just then, another Chaos force appeared near the battlefield.

It was the 15th Legion that had taken refuge in Tzeentch, the Son of a Thousand Sores, and the commander of the unit was the chief wizard Ahriman, who was hurrying forward with a small flying saucer under his feet.

Unlike all the other forces that appear here, Ahriman's target is not the Bug Cub or the Vetero.

The Son of a Thousand Sores has been suffering from flesh mutations for various reasons, so Ahriman took the higher-ups of the Children of a Thousand Sores to use a huge scarlet magic to try to solve the problem of flesh mutations.

Unfortunately, this magic only partially took effect, and thousands of warriors of the Children of a Thousand Sores got rid of the mutation of flesh and blood, and their spiritual abilities were greatly increased, while tens of thousands of more warriors directly lost their flesh and blood, and became a mass of unconscious ashes hidden in their armor.

Ahriman is so guilty of this that he has been looking for a way to redeem himself.

He knew that the clown in the flower clothes made a big move this time.

He hopes to follow them to the Black Library, gain knowledge of it, and counteract the negative effects of the Scarlet Letter magic.

Karn jumped and charged at Ahriman.

"What are you doing, Karn, are you crazy?"

Ahriman exclaimed.

You don't cut down a puppet emperor lackey in your eyes on your face, and you don't kill so many aliens on the battlefield ahead, why did you come over and me, a person who has no conflict of interest at all?

"Less nonsense, take your life!"

However, Karn, who was so angry, couldn't listen to any explanation, and just wanted to find a target to vent to.

In this way, Tzeentch Chosen was forced to fight with the Chosen of Sadism.

"No ——!"

Ahriman exclaimed in despair.

Karn was a fierce rival, and his chances of finding the Black Library were slimmed by the reckless attacks of the other side, and the hope of saving his former compatriots would once again slip out of his hands.

Looking at the cannibalistic Chaos traitors in front of him, Moore felt a little confused.

This should be regarded as a great contribution to him, right? The process is so bizarre.

He didn't know if Vimu had returned to the Black Library safely, or what Seifer was doing.

But Moore felt that his abilities had reached the limit, and he had to leave the battlefield now.

(End of chapter)