Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 250 Attribute Enhancement Combat Potion

Lin Heng listened to the discussion of the conspiracy group fighters and determined that the equipment he had collected had also been brought up by them, so he suddenly had an idea, took off his helmet and walked forward.

Those people looked very similar, all with long and thin faces, colorful hair, sunken eye sockets, and pale skin. They looked like frail patients no matter how you looked at them, but who would have thought that such a body could burst out with power several times greater than that of a human.

Slender but powerful, with tight muscles and a larger brain capacity, they are superior to humans in all aspects.

"Brothers, the leader of the Hedonists asked me to pick up something, some kind of armor in a tin can. He said you guys know anything about it. Do you know anything about it?"

Several Dark Eldar looked at the uninvited guest, then looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Hey! Brother, I'm the leader, and the pleasure seekers asked me to pick up the trash! Where is the trash pile?"

"Hahahaha, it's just trash, it can just carry itself away!"

The more ornately dressed conspirators laughed and slapped each other as if they had heard something funny.

Another one stepped forward, pointed at Lin Heng's nose and cursed:

"He is a retard. Not to mention the orders from the leader of the Hedonists, even the orders from the Hedonists' immediate superior, the Celestial Dragon, are useless.

You are still yelling in front of the real son. I think you, a bastard, don't want to live anymore!"

The real son is still a conspiracy soldier, but he was born through natural childbirth, so his status is higher than that of the black bean sprouts born through biochemical technology.

Lin Heng was dumbfounded. If it weren't for the mask covering his expression, his expression would have been mocked by these True Son warriors for days.

"Fuck, I'm really so shameless and arrogant. I can't even say a word. I'm really capable."

Lin Heng thought about it, and then recalled Kadney's memory, but the flashback was not clear. It was understandable that if he could obtain all his memories by just swallowing some flesh and brain tissue, that would be truly outrageous.

"He's asking you a question, what are you looking at?"

One of the True Sons cursed in confusion, and saw the Conspiracy Warrior in front of him shaking his head back and forth, looking left and right, not knowing what he was doing. He felt unhappy, then drew out the crystal dagger and approached with a grin.

Lin Heng looked around to see the situation around him. He didn't want to be seen killing someone. Although this group of black bean sprouts didn't care about killing, the real son in front of them was probably of a higher status. If he really killed him, it would be better not to let others see it.

"Damn it, you damned egg-laying bastard. When you are completely transformed by the Haemonchi, remember to call me Your Excellency when we meet!"

"Your mother!"

Lin Heng drew out the short knife from his waist, and it collided with the dagger with a "ding" sound.

Zhenshengzi had not expected that the lowly bastard in front of him would dare to resist, and a feeling of insult immediately surged into his heart, but his ferocious expression soon relaxed, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"If you dare to resist, you bastard, if you can survive me for two minutes, I will spare your life!"

"Go back to your ass!"

The dagger swung rapidly, making a swishing sound. As the weapons of both sides clanged and collided, Zhenshengzi's expression became more and more excited. This was the first time he encountered such a powerful attack. This was not the power that a hybrid warrior could possess.

"Hahahaha, you're very funny. If you don't die, I'll let you join my team!"

"Add you a*sss!"

He just regarded it as a test of his own level. The benefits brought by the improvement of his energy level had made him forget that his own strength was also an important factor.

Normally it would be best if the psychic power could kill the enemy. If not, then just treat it as a control and kill it with one blow. But if he really encounters some special situations and cannot rely on psychic power to fight, then his fighting level will not be able to keep up.

Lin Heng had a good idea, but the real son in front of him seemed to react too quickly. He blocked his swing as if he was playing, and the so-called stab was pushed away by the tip of his knife.

While he was dodging left and right, the opponent's dagger easily cut through his armor, bringing out scarlet liquid.

"Hahaha, a bastard is still a bastard. At most, he's a little stronger. Unfortunately, speed is what the great Eldar should focus on the most!

Oh, and, compared to letting the enemy die quickly, it is more kind to let them feel painful torture. So why is there no poison in your dagger?"

Zhenshengzi retreated backwards. Lin Heng was still thinking that although he could not catch up with the opponent's speed, the damage caused by the opponent was only superficial and could be completely ignored.

But when he wanted to rush forward again, the other party's words seemed to be some kind of switch, triggering abnormalities in his body.

"cough..."

Lin Heng felt that he was having difficulty breathing, as if someone was strangling his throat, causing his body functions to go out of control.

The opponent's dagger was covered with some dangerous poison!

"Pfft."

Zhenshengzi turned the dagger, looked at the bastard kneeling on the ground in front of him and laughed, and walked forward and said jokingly:

"I can't help it. A bastard is a bastard. He doesn't even have the funds to buy poison. This is called 'last breath'. Have you never heard of it? Hahaha... cough!"

Zhenshengzi, who was extremely happy inside, bent over and laughed. He had killed countless beings stronger than him with this deadly poison. It was impossible for a somewhat abnormal hybrid to survive.

But his thoughts were interrupted by a large hand grabbing his neck. The bastard fell to his knees on the ground. Although he could be heard gasping for breath, he did not suffocate to death like other creatures.

As the other party's arms exerted force, the wheezing sound became steady. When Zhenshengzi looked into the black lenses on the mask, he seemed to see one of the furious eyes.

"*you..*!"

The dagger stabbed at Lin Heng's eyes, but he grabbed his wrist. After taking a deep breath, Zhenshengzi's feet left the ground and hit the wall.

After a "bang" sound, under the suppression of Lin Heng's powerful force, Zhenshengzi's arm stabbed himself uncontrollably.

"Wait...wait...ahem..."

The sharp dagger cut through his cheek, pierced into his flesh, pierced through his bones, and sank into his brain. The terrified expression on the real child's face lasted only two seconds before he twitched and fell limp.

"Qiang, Qiang!"

The remaining two True Sons drew their weapons and pointed them at Lin Heng. They didn't expect that the True Sons would be killed by an unknown bastard.

The most important thing was that the other party seemed to be barely affected by the poison, and in less than a minute he was full of energy again. This unusual situation immediately made them nervous.

Because they know that once their strength reaches a certain level, they will kill their superiors without hesitation. What's more, they often humiliate these conspiracy fighters born in artificial wombs.

Lin Heng did not make a move. He took advantage of the fact that the other party did not understand that he had some detoxification organs, and his resistance and recovery could also resist this toxin. He had to launch a sneak attack to kill the other party.

If he had been stabbed a few more times, the impact would have been more rapid. At first he really felt like he was going to suffocate to death, but fortunately he managed to hold on.

Therefore, Lin Heng thought that he still didn't have the ability to deal with two people, unless he was determined to use his psychic power...

"You have been transformed by the Haemonchi master on board?"

"How can a Conspiracy soldier like you survive the effects of 'Last Breath'?"

Lin Heng listened to the remaining two people's words without changing his expression. It seemed that his behavior made them quite afraid. Then let's do something more horrifying.

Then, under the gaze of the two true sons, Lin Heng kept hitting the corpse's head with a dagger, reached out and pried open the other's skull, met the shocked gazes of the two, took off his mask and devoured the brain of his fellow creature.

"You..you damn bastard!"

One of them seemed to be shocked by the scene, and his inner anger was aroused. Just when he wanted to attack Lin Heng, the other one stopped him and shook his head.

"Maybe it's really the work of a Haemonchi master. It's better for you and me not to get in touch with him. If we can establish a good relationship, our parents may even send us to the Haemonchi for transformation... Besides, dead Eldar are not likable."

The expression of the advised Zhenshengzi was very complicated. While he was very hateful, a worried look gradually emerged. After gritting his teeth and sniffing, he turned around and left.

"call..."

Lin Heng sat down on the ground, thinking that this method of waving the flag and using the tiger's skin is quite useful, especially for a race like that who likes to stab others in the back. If it is used on orcs, it may not be so effective.

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"Damn, it seems that changing places does have some benefits. The attributes that have not changed for a long time can be increased. The five senses are increased more than the reaction. No wonder they are a group of races that enjoy abusing others. It seems that they can feel more than humans."

Lin Heng said this and slowly stood up, then looked at the surrounding situation, thinking that this was another unknown journey, which was somewhat similar to the time when the Orcs and the Shrimp Must Die. He wondered if he would be lucky enough this time to meet another Primarch.

"Damn it, if that's the case, you'll never be able to thank me enough in your entire lifetime."

While talking to himself, Lin Heng dragged the body of Zhenshengzi away. He had no interest in this thing. The memory provided by flesh and blood was no more than that of the brain.

But others may not necessarily dislike this kind of thing, just like what they said, a guy called Haemochor.

But before leaving, Lin Heng still had to find a few more unlucky guys. After all, the memories he absorbed were too messy and he had to conduct a diversified screening.

He returned to the room, took off the armor on the other person, and put it on himself without changing his body shape. The gas bag, which was lighter than air, completely enveloped his body.

This armor, made of hardened resin, will produce a hard substance called "tumor skin" when damaged, which can provide stronger protection.

Then, at the waist of the armor, Lin Heng also found three bottles of finger-long injections, and the absorbed memories indicated these two potions. One of them was the "last breath" on the dagger.

The remaining two are both the same, a combat potion called "Trembling Steps", and its effect is simply a non-psychic version of "Running Tide".