"Understood. We will assist you in dealing with him, Endless." After Egg said this very seriously, the communication between Infinite One Trazyn and Hammer was 'just right' interrupted due to the interference of the warp. After taking a deep breath, Egg turned to look at the other Hammers and raised his right hand high. "Cheers! Everyone! The true Primarch of the Death Guard has arrived at the Minoit Galaxy! We are blessed! We will witness the stunning duel between the King of Figures and his teeth!!" "Yeah! I want to see Typhons being beaten by the King of Figures until he kneels down and begs for mercy, and then he is dragged back to be a collection!" The Chosen One immediately followed the egg's movements, raising his hands and roaring. "It would be better to give it a giant fluttering moth - but then again, death The Chief Divine Champion of the Guard hates the Commander of the Death Guard, right?" Abathur took advantage of the situation and continued to praise a certain disgraced Primarch. "That's inevitable. The four demon primarchs and the four chief chosen ones of their own family are not very compatible - especially Typhons. He is a villain among villains who sold the entire Death Guard and Mortarion for a good price. Mortarion didn't kill him because of Nurgle's blessing." The Lich King nodded and delightedly despised Typhons' character - well, although those who surrender to Chaos can no longer be called human beings?
"Is it really okay for us to underestimate Typhons like this?" Liang Feifan couldn't help but start complaining, and at the same time began to carefully examine the intelligence sent by the King of Figures to determine the approximate parameters of the incoming fleet of Typhons. "The main thing is that we can't find a way to engage Typhons in a short period of time. Even though the key, Inquisitor Orogen, is still wandering around in the real universe, we have some spare power to land chess pieces next to him, but think about the distance?" Gu shrugged his shoulders and said a very direct point - without considering sending the key of Orrogan Inquisitor to the chief player of Nurgle, the Hammers really have no way to quickly join this battle - after all, so far, the way for the Hammers to enter the battlefield is still to rely on the beacon of advent... "Let's eat some melons. The fight between the Figure King and Typhons is at least a 50-50 one. The alien and the heretic beat each other and died together. Big E is going to laugh out loud at this script. He must have been thinking about how to send the Figure King away decently after the fight. Now he doesn't even have to do it!" Silence nodded, thinking that what Gu said made sense, but the next second, the expressions of the Hammer guys were frozen by the words of the Political Commissar. "The problem is that the Figure King is helping us block the door now. What if it collapses? If we are attacked from both reality and the subspace, won't we be at risk of being destroyed? Although our pawns are powerful, they are not invincible." Then, the words of the Chosen One gave the Hammers a finishing blow. After coming out of the initial excitement, the Hammer thought for a while and pointed out a problem that was more fatal than being caught in a pincer attack. "Indeed, what's worse is that it's a good thing that we are unlucky. Typhons didn't discover the secret of this galaxy. My name is written backwards. As long as Typhons wins the final victory, he will definitely start the ceremony. Then, we can see a subspace rift exclusive to Nurgle being born in the real universe..." "Ah, this is indeed a big problem - Egg! Contact the King of Figures quickly! Ask it if there is any way for us to follow its ribs and fight Typhoons! We absolutely cannot accept Typhoons' victory, not even a possibility!" As the Hammer guys' discussion deepened, their conversation smoothly turned from the initial topic of Niu Xiaomo to the combat, and they quickly realized that although under normal circumstances, the death of King of Figures and Typhoons together would be a good thing enough for the Imperials to celebrate, however, in the Minoit galaxy, King of Figures must not get into trouble before Typhoons, otherwise, things would be really bad! "Don't worry, I have already made the arrangements. The cursed warrior Tiberius Julius Cicero, who was brought to reality through the chess piece lent to me by the Political Commissar, has secretly boarded the flagship of the... Figure King. He will become a new anchor point, guiding the Cursed Legion to fight Typhons." Just as the Hammer guys began to quickly knock on the light curtain or something else in front of them, trying to establish a connection with the Figure King, Big E's voice suddenly sounded in the Hammer guy chat room. "Tell me, Big E, what can we do for you?" Although Big E seemed to be just here to reassure the Hammers and said that Typhus' invasion was no big deal, Liang Feifan, who had long understood the character of the human lord of the 40K world, immediately spoke with a subtle expression. "Yes, I do need a little help from you to achieve better combat results. In addition to the Cursed Hundred Guards that I will send down, if possible, I want you to use your hands to help me "descend" a group of chess pieces, so that they can transform into cursed bodies that can fight longer in reality." ".....So you're just taking advantage of our reality's advent quota for free? Fine, you're the boss now anyway, you have the final ." ————————————————The Hammermen return to the Queen of Glory—————————————————————— "I......."
"hiss------" "Big E, did you take out this group's chess pieces intentionally or on purpose? I remember that I didn't see many 30K chess pieces in your warehouse?" "It must be intentional! But Big E, is it really manly to use these pieces in this battle?" After seeing the outlines of the chess pieces that Big E had sent from behind the door and entrusted them to descend, the Hammer guys were collectively stunned for three seconds - it was because, in a certain sense, the chess pieces sent by Big E could be said to be full of malice towards Typhus - no, even towards any current Death Guard - even towards Mortarion himself, so full of malice that the Hammer guys didn't know how to complain! "These chess pieces are not mine. I received an order for painting them online. I just finished painting them two days ago and haven't mailed them back yet. I just happened to send them to you to help you fix it. Recharge the troops." Big E is explaining. "Aren't we only allowed to summon our own pawns? Why can we summon other people's?" Hammer was confused. "As long as we get permission, I have just asked the owner of these chess pieces, Deng Qianye, whether he is willing to join this battle." Big E is confident and righteous. "You're not asking in an ambiguous way, are you? For example, would you like to see a 30K Death Guard veteran beat up the corrupted Typhons?" Big E smiled but said nothing - of course, the Hammers knew that this meant admission, that is, he really used some rhetoric to conceal his purpose while obtaining the permission of the owners of these chess pieces - well, although, this is not really a problem? "Okay, let's put this question aside for now, Big E. You just need us to help you send down these 30 Death Guards? You don't need to do anything else?" "Yes, and please remember that they are not Death Guard, but..." Big E paused and said a name, and along with this name, several lights shone on the chess pieces, making their deep red color shine brightly. "Dusk Raider." 28. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle - Fleets Meet Typhons, the herald of the loving father, is now very anxious. After confirming that the Minoit Galaxy was actually the natural sanctuary of the loving father, the Lord of the Destruction Fly temporarily put aside his doubts about why the holy numbers of the other three gods also appeared in this action, and urged his fleet to rush to the planet in the galaxy that could serve as the core area of the ritual. At the same time, he quickly searched through the evil knowledge in his mind for a plan that could maximize the effect of this ritual. However, before Typhons had time to start screening methods, a large number of alien warships flashing with a faint green halo appeared in front of him in the huge flesh-and-blood pupil that served as a display screen... Necrons? Why is this world inhabited by Necrons? Could it be that this sacred galaxy has not been blessed by the grace of the Great Father because of these bastards? "Fleet, prepare to meet the enemy!" However, after cursing these soulless things that prevented him from swearing allegiance to his father seven times in his heart, Typhons immediately commanded his fleet to meet the Necron warships rushing towards him, and quickly deployed the battle array - as these cursed warships used their bodies to outline a blasphemous symbol in space, the surreal force suddenly burst out from the subspace into reality, and in an instant, the color of death began to infect reality, and the blasphemous power of pollution turned into tentacles invisible to ordinary people, reaching out to the alien warships with flickering lights in the distance. "Fire." As Typhons' throat, which had long since lost the frequency of human voice due to receiving too many blessings, gurgled and issued orders, waves of filth suddenly erupted from the things in the main guns of the Death Guard warships, and quickly entangled into sticky sewage columns or worse, pouring straight towards the distant Necrons warships that had been captured by the power of the Great Father and could not move, in order to send these beings to the eternal warm home of the Father - what if there is no organic matter in the Necrons' troops? What if the Necrons have no souls? The power of the Grandfather God is equal and generous, and all things are in the embrace of the great Nurgle! "......" However, at the moment when these filths that were enough to drag an entire smaller Imperial fleet into the cursed abyss were about to arrive, a strange light passed over the Necrons' warships. In the blink of an eye, reality stabilized again, and the distortion that came from the embodiment of the fantasy of the Supreme Heaven returned to nothingness in a silent scream. "Continue firing salvos. Each ship has the highest void shield strength and the largest engine. Formation seven, outflanking them."
The fact that the first round of shooting had no results did not surprise Typhons. Rather, if the first round of shooting had achieved results, it would have exceeded the expectations of the chief Nurgle Chosen of the Death Guard. If the Necrons could be easily embraced by any of the four gods, then they would not have become the most unexpected existence in this vast galaxy that could give explorers unexpected surprises... "...?" However, something unexpected happened to Typhon. "Why are these Necron warships approaching us?" Since it is clear that the Necrons fleet, under normal circumstances, often uses their unreasonable mobility, inertia and speed as the basis, combined with their long-range projectile firepower with beyond common sense range and power, and uses the tactics of flying kites to blow the attackers to pieces. When the enemy wants to evacuate, they will rush forward and cover the enemy with firepower to bury them all in the universe. Therefore, Typhons's idea at the beginning was to use long-range shooting and the field of blessing of Nurgle to continuously limit the range of activities of the Necrons fleet, forcing the Necrons warships to slowly fall into the encirclement of his fleet, and then try to create a blessing area in the engine area or the gun area of these warships, further reducing the mobility of these Necrons warships, in order to prepare for the final boarding battle - but why did these Necrons fleets rush directly over? "Maximum firepower, three salvos. All ships are Members, prepare to board." After a little thought, Typhons put this question behind him and arranged the next tactical plan in an orderly manner - since the enemy has sent the ships into his threat circle, he should adjust his tactics accordingly. Although such a close combat also caused the damage rate of his fleet's warships to begin to increase significantly, however, how could the ships blessed by Nurgle's benevolent father be afraid of such minor injuries? "...?" that is.... Before Typhons could make arrangements for more than a minute, something even more incomprehensible happened to him - the Necron ships that rushed towards it did not pour too much firepower on its own warships, but released many small vehicles at the same time, and then urged these small vehicles to spray out covering fire, and approached its own fleet at lightning speed - although he did not recognize the models of these small vehicles, Typhons still easily understood the tactics these Necron ships wanted to adopt. "Boarding tactics???" Staring at the Necron warships that dropped these vehicles and started to pull away, even Typhons was confused. According to the intelligence he knew, Necron boarding tactics were not unavailable to them, but generally only when there were key people or objects on the target ship, these soulless machines would find such a plan in their logic, suppress the hostility with their hyperspace transmission technology, and finally take away what they wanted. However, how could his warships, which had just come to this galaxy from the other side of the galaxy along the path guided by the great father, have what the Necron wanted? "All ships, launch anti-aircraft firepower to intercept those alien boarding ships." Of course, as the chosen one of Nurgle, Typhons naturally did not have the same problem as the Tzeentch family that they had to figure things out when they encountered something they could not figure out. After re-determining the battlefield, the herald of the God of Plague calmly arranged the tactics again - if the Necrons wanted to board, then let them do it. When has the warrior of the great father ever been afraid of such a thing? Any existence that opposed the God of Plague dared to set foot on the ship blessed by the grandfather god, then they would have only one ending. Join the great cycle of Grandfather God. However, for some reason, looking at the Necron vehicles rapidly approaching his fleet amidst the hail of plague bullets, a flash of panic of unknown origin suddenly flashed through Typhons' heart, which had been decayed for thousands of years. Although the feeling was fleeting, as a master of psychic powers, Typhons could easily recall the feeling. 'Strange, why am I so flustered?' ————————————————The dividing line between the Hammer guys———————————————————— "As agreed, I have sent your people to their vicinity. Therefore, as agreed, you must also leave me enough collections in this battle." While Typhons was commanding his warships while wondering about the source of his inner panic, the commander of the Necrons' warships, Infinite Trazyn, had already contacted the Hammer guys and showed them the latest situation on the battlefield. With the help of pictures and videos obtained with Necrons technology that were clear enough to make people feel like they were there, the Hammer guys clearly saw that a certain filial son's fleet was being controlled by the Necrons' ships with various types of distraction firepower in a small area of the universe, making it difficult to maneuver, while small Necron high-speed vehicles carrying "seeds" were rapidly approaching these things. Such a cool space battle scene made the Hammer guys feel refreshed. They kept nodding their heads and praised the Figure King for being a Necron overlord who was capable of great things. "You have fulfilled your promise, Alien, and the Empire will certainly fulfill its promise." Eggs are serious. "The Empire will abide by all its promises to you in this galaxy - as long as you do not extend your hand to the people of the Empire." Silence's expression was serious. "The Empire will not hinder your actions, but it will not deliberately assist you in collecting." Abathur nodded slightly. "Xenomorph, we will not prevent you from collecting anything from these ships that have been contaminated by the evil filth of the warp - even if you have the ability, we will not object to collecting these disgusting ships themselves - especially their flagships and their owners. We sincerely hope that these two things can be sealed in your tomb world and never see the light of day."
The Political Commissar made a serious summary and put forward her "earnest expectations" for the King of Figures. Of course, whether the King of Figures has the idea of collecting Typhoons is another matter - as long as their intention is conveyed, it's fine! "Oh, of course, I know my limits." After getting the approval of the Hammer guys, the King of Figures felt relieved and quickly used the matrix to issue the latest instructions to the Undead warships that were continuously firing. As the orders of the Undead Overlord were executed, the Undead ships that were beating Typhons' fleet with standard kite-flying tactics suddenly stopped in place in a way that completely violated inertia, and then the green light on their hulls began to flicker again. "!!!" When he saw these flashes of light, Typhons finally realized where the uneasiness that flashed through his heart just now came from - the Necrons' boarding tactics have always been to teleport rather than use any vehicle to roughly send something into the enemy's warship. , which means that the boarding creatures that are approaching their fleet with those small, fast-flying vehicles are most likely not Necrons but something else. But how is this possible? How could other races set foot on Necrons' warships? How could Necrons "lend" their vehicles to non-Necrons? A moment of hesitation resulted in the Death Guard getting out of control of the battle situation, and when Typhons came out of his thoughts, four ships in his fleet had already been set upon by Necrons, a series of firefights and damage reports had been transmitted to Terminus Est, and those small aircraft had also been labeled with the names of five other ships, including his Terminus - and, in the next moment, as an even weirder feeling arose in his heart, Typhons found that all communications between himself and the other ships were severed in less than a breath, both physically and in the warp. "Everyone, follow me." Although he was confident that he could restore the communication link with other warships before the battle became intense, and although Terminus Est seemed stable at the moment, and although other warships did not have any immediate problems according to the optical information collected by Terminus Est, Typhons felt more and more that this galaxy was a trap set by the other three Chaos Masters for the Great Father. He decided to follow the crazy howling feeling in his heart and personally take his own guards to deal with those things that God knows what they are, but they are definitely not Necrons that have boarded his ship. On this warship blessed by the Father to an unparalleled level, he, who is only one step away from receiving the eternal blessing of the Father's Garden, is not afraid of anything in the mortal world, so he must be able to... “Sizzle——” Just as Typhus and his guards stepped out of the bridge and began to skillfully walk towards the damaged area of the Terminus Est, along the swollen pustules, the living tubes that constantly ooze out sticky liquid, the vines with bared fangs and claws, and the Nurglings laughing all the way, a slight sound rang in Typhus' ears - this sound originated in the warp, meaning that an area of the Terminus Est had suffered critical damage - however, Typhus has not received any report from the internal defense mechanism of the Terminus Est that has eliminated any enemy! "Great and merciful Father above.....Strengthen the vigilance, we will take route seven." The abnormal situation made Typhons' inner anxiety more and more boiling, and Nurgle's herald began to pray to his god involuntarily - of course, there was no response. As a hidden sticky living door slowly opened in front of Typhons, a fast passage that swept diagonally downward also appeared in front of Typhons and his guards. However, before stepping into this passage, whether it was due to some strange coincidence or something else, Typhons unconsciously tilted his head slightly and looked at the wriggling transparent film that served as the porthole beside him. The light from the stars of the Minoit Galaxy traveled through space, shining on the side of the Terminus Est, and weakly sprinkled into the interior of this cursed ship, dyeing the dying dark red color on the vitality inside the ship. Just like the color of dusk. 29. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle - Aboard the Terminus Est dusk. This time period has an extremely special meaning in part of the great rituals of the loving father. It represents the departure of the vitality of the day and the coming of death belonging to the night. It serves as a bridge between life and death, and it interprets the meaning of the word decay to all things. However, in the eyes of the oldest soldiers of the Death Guard who had long since fallen into the arms of the evil god Nurgle and still knew the echoes of the Legion's old history, the word "dusk" has another meaning that they chose to deliberately forget, a meaning that would cause an inexplicable emotion to rise slightly in their hearts if they accidentally recalled it - Taking advantage of the secret passages and abnormal growths densely distributed throughout the Terminus Est, Typhons and his personal soldiers reached the area where the Terminus Est was boarded in less than half the estimated time - when they slid down from the last filthy pipe along with a bunch of wriggling maggots, the first thing that caught their eyes was the ship's walls that had been violently blasted open by the Necrons' boats and were now slowly healing - filthy and vital juice continued to drip from the wound area, slowly solidifying into ugly scars, and the granulation tissue that had developed under the nourishment of the juice was stubbornly resisting the cold and silence of space, growing indomitably, proudly declaring the power of Father Nurgle to the existence of the physical universe. "..." After silently recalling the healing and defense parameters of his flagship, and looking up and down at the wounds on the ship's wall that were still slowly healing, Typhons's mutant face hidden behind his helmet suddenly wrinkled into a ball. He waved his hand, signaling his personal soldiers to be alert, and then strode on the filth on the ground towards the wounds that were still trying to heal. At the same time, he gently inserted his spiritual tentacles into the sky, looking for clues that might be invisible to the naked eye in this area. In less than a breath, this chosen one of Nurgle came to a strange conclusion - There was no problem in this area, the repair rate was normal, and even the Nurglings did not come to cause trouble. However, this was the biggest problem - according to his observation, the firepower carried by the small Necron ships approaching the Terminus Est was capable of The enemy had the power to tear a boarding wound on the Terminus Est, but it was impossible to cause a scar that has not healed to this day, and it was even more impossible to prevent the omnipresent elves like Nurglings from coming to watch curiously - in fact, according to the defense and regeneration capabilities possessed by the Terminus Est, the main guns of ordinary Imperial battleships would not be able to leave such a lasting scar on it, let alone the simple firepower of some alien small aircraft? "My Lord, we didn't find any traces of invaders. Did we really encounter a boarding expedition?" When Typhons withdrew his spiritual tentacles from the Supreme Heaven, his subordinates came to his side at the right time and reported to him the results of their patrol in the vicinity - in their opinion, the results were definitely problematic. "We certainly encountered boarding." After hearing this somewhat unusual but expected result from his subordinates, Typhons found himself becoming interested in the invaders of the Terminus Est - although his flagship was notorious, the Milky Way was so large that there would always be some ignorant guys who would fight him without fear of death. However, the current situation showed that the opponent was well prepared!
"You lead Team One, you lead Team Two, you lead Team Three... I will personally lead Team Seven. Keep a safe distance from each other, stay in contact, conduct a tactical search of the ship, and assemble immediately if you find anything unusual." After thinking for a few seconds, Typhons decided to identify the enemy first, and the plague warriors under his command had no objection to his decision and saluted together. "Understood, my Lord." ————————————————The dividing line of a certain Death Guard team—————————————————— "Crunch - crunch -" Radel's severely swollen, twisted, and extremely deformed right foot, with part of his flesh and blood even breaking through the shackles of the power armor, repeatedly stomped heavily on the corridor floor of the Terminus Est, which was twisted with flesh, rotten wood, and rusty metal wrapped in fungal hyphae. Strings of sticky and foul-smelling liquids spurted out from under his feet due to the pressure, splashing onto the nearby walls twisted with similar materials, giving birth to one colorful but poisonous fungus after another. When the plague warrior first got this leg, he once wondered why the kind father gave him such a blessing, but in a battle with those false emperor's servants, this leg played an extremely critical tactical role. Therefore, Radel no longer had any doubts about the power of the great kind father. "The lighting system seems a bit wonky, which shouldn't be the case."