Tzeentch had now elevated himself through countless means, transforming from a wild monster on the map into an opponent capable of directly confronting the players, like those computer-controlled players assigned a difficulty rating.
But the world of Warhammer was not built upon some video game. It was a turn-based tabletop game pieced together from dice and countless miniature rules. That was what struck Lin Fan the most. Tzeentch had deduced this cruel truth from countless details, yet rather than becoming discouraged, he was filled with fighting spirit and wanted to become a player who manipulated the board.
And to achieve that, he would not hesitate to reduce the entire Milky Way to ashes.
Lin Fan thought it over carefully and felt that Tzeentch and the Emperor truly were complete opposites. One was willing to burn himself as fuel for humanity's survival; the other was willing to burn the entire Milky Way as fuel for his own ascension.
The only thing confusing Lin Fan now was how much Tzeentch knew about the rules governing the pieces. Did Tzeentch merely know that players like Lin Fan influenced outcomes through dice rolls, or did he also understand the fixed phases of Warhammer—Movement, Psychic, Shooting, Charge, Fight, and Morale tests?
If it was the former, gaining an advantage over Tzeentch would be far too easy for Lin Fan. An experienced player facing an ignorant newbie only needed to cast aside all dignity and spout nonsense with a straight face to beat the newbie bloody. But if it was the latter, then victory or defeat would depend entirely on the fate of the dice. Of course, after Warhammer had been around for so long, Lin Fan knew how powerful many units were under the rules. He understood perfectly well that every edition had its own