"Now this was entertainment worth watching."
"Tch... Your taste was truly lowbrow."
Tzeentch stuck out her tongue in disgust. She sincerely disagreed with Lin Fan's idea. Her joy was built solely upon the suffering of others; if she saw a happy ending, she would only convulse in agony.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes at Tzeentch, then turned his attention elsewhere. Victory in the mountains was already assured. Beyond this rugged, perilous terrain lay an open battlefield, where a broad defensive line with a depth of support stretching for a thousand kilometers stood before them.
From Lin Fan's perspective, things were even clearer. He could see the million-kilometer-long defensive line divided between Degraded Space Marines and Orks. Perhaps to make the game more entertaining, Tzeentch had even gone to the trouble of placing a large number of Degraded Astra Militarum soldiers along it.
Though it was ridiculous to speak of supplies and morale with Degraded Ones, Tzeentch's obsession with recreating the battlefield rivaled—even surpassed—that of Trazyn making a film.
Lin Fan could see a Degraded commissar trying to raise the troops' morale by executing cowards and traitors. The traitor he shot merely had a large hole blown through his head and had not lost the ability to fight. The remaining soldiers could not even muster a response; they could only clap weakly to make a little noise.
"You really are too boring." After watching for a long while, Lin Fan could only give that assessment.
Tzeentch smiled without saying a word. She merely controlled the troops along the defensive line, preparing them for battle, while diverting part of her attention to pushing back the Silent King's offensive.
The attack temporarily halted. Only Corax led a portion of the Raven Guard into action ahead of time, infiltrating the enemy's defenses to carry