Lord of Change Rokasna had never liked these colleagues of his. Nurgle's fat deadweight only knew how to sleep, Slaanesh's freaks harassed him whenever they pleased, and the remaining two Lord of Changes had truly given up completely, watching helplessly as that Space Wolves Primarch infiltrated the seals and released them. Change might be the source of power, but this was changing a little too fast.
Fortunately, he had already set up the ritual array. He only needed to wait for all those deadweights dragging him down to die.
"Ohoho!" A greater daemon of Slaanesh had its head smashed apart by the stone slab in Leman Russ's hand, its body torn into pieces. Now, only two Keepers of Secrets and two other Lord of Changes were barely holding back the attacks of Leman Russ and Diego, but they would not last much longer.
"Tch. As long as I survive, the seal will remain stable. Now I only need to eliminate this strange mortal."
Watching Lin Fan approach from afar, Rokasna raised his staff.
"Fire of Fate!" Invisible flames surged toward Lin Fan. These lethal psychic flames carried Tzeentch's ever-changing essence of chaos. Any person or object touched by them could be caught in an endless cycle of collapse and rebirth, mutating again and again before becoming a Chaos Spawn or some other dreadful thing.
Lin Fan walked straight through the flames as if he had not seen them, and wherever he passed, the flames swiftly went out and vanished.
"Hmm? This guy..." Rokasna swiftly assessed the mortal before him. He was clearly not merely strong, as Rokasna had initially assumed. Yet he had no time left for probing or experimentation. Those colleagues were almost all dead at the hands of Leman Russ and Diego. He could even see Diego tearing