"Honestly, you could've gone a little easier on me." Lin Fan sat aboard the Space Wolves' transport, draped in a scrap of cloth he had no idea where they had found. Across from him, Kaiser Whitefang wore a grief-stricken expression as he stroked the fragments of his Frost Axe.
As for Wodhaus, the Rune Priest who had fallen into corruption and psychic chaos had passed out after Lin Fan slapped him. However, the aura of Chaos around him had already dispersed. After a long period of rest, this venerable Rune Priest would surely be able to serve The Emperor once more.
Lin Fan was still somewhat worried and asked Kaiser Whitefang whether Wodhaus would come looking to settle the score with him after he woke up.
Kaiser Whitefang merely gathered up the shattered fragments of his Frost Axe with a pained expression, then told Lin Fan that Wodhaus would not know who had slapped him.
"Sigh, everyone was tense and grieving at the time. We were on guard against every little movement. Who could've known it was really you?" Kaiser Whitefang put away the fragments of his battleaxe, intending to find a Tech-priest when they returned and see whether they could repair it. If not, he would have to seek out an Iron Priest.
The instant his axe struck Lin Fan's head, Kaiser Whitefang had already known that the person before him was genuine. The feeling of fighting him was simply too familiar. Unfortunately, under his utterly unrestrained, furious blow, the Frost Axe that had accompanied him for countless years had become yet another victim shattered by Lin Fan's head.
Still, aside from the axe, everyone was in fairly good shape. That old fellow Wodhaus would survive as well, which cheered Kaiser Whitefang considerably. He subconsciously reached for his flask,