Watching the Beastmen descend into chaos, Lin Fan charged straight at them. The Beastmen packed together were forcibly smashed aside by Lin Fan. Some were rammed into pieces on the spot, while others were crushed by shattered corpses against the walls, floor, and ceiling, suffocating to death.
Lin Fan charged through all the Beastmen and seized their chieftain. This old goat-headed fellow had been so frightened by the carnage behind Lin Fan that he did not know what to say. His powerful survival instinct made him appear humble and respectful before Lin Fan as he stammered out a plea for mercy.
"Which way to the bridge? I need to have a word with Abaddon."
"The bridge? Ah! Up there! Go up, keep going up, and you'll get there."
"Don't you have a map or something?"
"We aren't qualified to enter the abode of the gods..."
Lin Fan laughed. The ship's interior was divided into strict classes; in that regard, the Imperium and Chaos truly were no different. He tightened his grip and snapped the chieftain's neck, then looked at the ceiling and began punching his way upward.
Along the way, he found many daemons dwelling within the ship's dark interior. They gave Lin Fan malicious looks and tried to swallow him whole. Lin Fan could only return the favor, swallowing those overconfident daemons without the slightest psychological burden.
A deck that felt incredibly hard to the touch was punched through by Lin Fan's fist, and light far brighter than that of the lower levels poured down.
Lin Fan climbed out through the opening and then heard an excessively pleasant male tenor rise beside him.
Turning his head, he found himself surrounded by dozens of Black Legion warriors. Their leader was none other than the master swordsman Taremarus.
"Oh~ darling, you're