"Again?" Corax caught a very subtle word, but Lin Fan was in no mood to explain anything to him. He merely urged everyone to leave quickly. Cadia still needed a battle.
After boarding Magnus, Lin Fan sat in silence with a frown, pondering whether what he had just done had been right.
That was right—Nurgle and Gork and Mork had indeed provoked him into a rage, which was why he had decided to shake them off this way. But after calming down and thinking it over carefully, Lin Fan realized that he had no better way of dealing with these gods.
Only concepts could fight concepts, but Subjective One's concept clearly far surpassed the power possessed by those gods.
According to Isha, the little white spots Lin Fan had created on Nurgle had caused the deaths of an enormous number of living beings. However, this had not occurred on a single planet; instead, the burden had been distributed relatively evenly across the entire Milky Way. Therefore, it had not triggered a more catastrophic chain reaction.
But Lin Fan could not feel fortunate about that. What filled his heart instead was helplessness and awe. If Isha had not rushed over to stop him, he would never have realized what was happening and would have continued using his will to create more pure white.
How many more lives would have died pointlessly by Lin Fan's hand then? Would he have had to tell others: They were infected by Nurgle's plague anyway, their lives were already worse than death, so I might as well give them a quick end.
That kind of thinking was truly monstrous...
Ugh... What a pain... I need to talk with the Silent King and see if he has any insights.
Lin Fan was filled with melancholy. Then he