"Brother, aren't you tired of fighting yet?" Lin Fan felt completely numb. He had never imagined that his battle with Perturabo would turn out like this.
Perturabo let out a cold laugh. "What? Weren't you shouting pretty fiercely just now? Already can't keep going?"
"If your weapon hit even a little lighter, I could beat you however I wanted. Fulgrim really did make you a good thing."
"I'm getting more and more curious about your memories. How much else do you know?"
"If I said I knew you wet the bed, would you believe me?"
Perturabo's face darkened. Then he viciously smashed Lin Fan's head with Forgebreaker. He knew it would not accomplish much, but watching Lin Fan fly all over the place was indeed relieving.
Lin Fan drifted through the air in dismay. He could only pull some miraculous treasures from his pocket space to deal with Perturabo.
It was a small spherical device filled with heavy Blackstone, a Gellar Field generator Oedmeir had made for him.
Lin Fan had not wanted to use this thing. He did not know whether Perturabo, now so closely connected to the Warp, would suddenly die under a Gellar Field at full power.
But he could not just keep getting knocked around and waste time like this. Oedmeir was still busy dealing with the Iron Warriors' endless boarding actions and assaults, as well as the Warp contamination created by the Iron Blood. She could not spare a hand anytime soon.
"Look at what this is! Hit me in the head one more time, and I'll activate it!"
Lin Fan gave a warning, only to receive Perturabo's swinging hammer in response.
He held the spherical device against his chest and wrapped his arms around it, barely avoiding Perturabo's devastating strike aimed at the Gellar