First came the stench of blood, then the shadow. Colvin watched Konrad Curze without saying a word. Their father did not like Konrad Curze, so neither did they.
Konrad Curze did not care what Colvin thought. He shredded the incoming electromagnetic shells with his claws, then drew a long whip covered in spikes from behind him.
With a savage flick, several Degraded Battlesuits were struck into staggering, disintegrating fragments.
The Degraded Battlesuits adjusted their barrels toward Konrad Curze, launching hundreds of electromagnetic shells at him.
Just then, Tzeentch, who had been sitting like a statue, flicked her wrist. Several dice rolled to a stop, revealing their results.
"Judging by the roll, this shell hit." Tzeentch chuckled as she watched Lin Fan's shocked expression.
Just as Tzeentch had said, one shell was affected by the rules power of the game piece and locked onto Konrad Curze's position.
Even a being as powerful as a Primarch would be injured by an attack like this.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes. Tzeentch grasping the concept so quickly seemed only natural to him. Even a beginner playing chess against an expert would gradually understand the rules of the knight's L-shaped move and the bishop's diagonal move after being blindly beaten for so long.
Should he give Konrad Curze a saving throw?
If Tzeentch learned the rules of saving throws, she would certainly use them flexibly, making the coming battle even more difficult.
No... he should look at it from another angle.
No matter what, the advantage was still in his hands. Even if Tzeentch understood the effect of the dice rolls, if she did not know the special traits of the pieces, she could only fight using their bare-bones stats.
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