Lin Fan felt he could not keep wasting time with Gork and Mork like this. Fighting here was meaningless; the proper course was to go to Cadia and crush the Chaos legions completely.
Lin Fan moved through the ruins of Perfect City and quickly found everyone battling amid the tide of plague. Corax, having unleashed the essence of the Warp, held back half the plague army by himself. Not a single daemon could cross the death trap woven from his black feathers.
Lin Fan landed beside Leman Russ, blocking a daemon's hammer blow for him before carving the daemon into pieces with several backhanded slashes. Gork and Mork had recovered from their wounds as well, and the two of them rushed over again, brimming with energy as they tried to crush Lin Fan, that tenacious little bug.
Gork gripped his club and roared several times before striding into Perfect City. His huge feet and thick legs smashed the city's buildings to rubble. If Lorgar woke up now and saw this scene, he would probably lose his mind with rage again.
"Get out of the way! Don't block my path!" Gork brought his club down on Nurgle, shattering in a few blows the enormous mountain the Primarchs had been unable to breach.
Watching Gork charge in so fiercely, even Leman Russ, brave to the point of recklessness, found the situation extraordinarily troublesome. Lin Fan might not be harmed by Gork, but the rest of them could not withstand his club strikes.
Nurgle was not angered after Gork shoved him aside. He looked at Isha and sighed, as if saying: See? The Warp is dangerous. Even if I do not teach you, someone else will.
Nurgle shook his head. He believed Isha had to suffer a little before she could grow. He