Morgan, who followed closely behind Larde, did not seem to be highly mutated at first glance from the front, but had three tentacles growing from his back in the shape of a perfect equilateral triangle. He used the mutations on his body to roll up some mechanical gadgets that could roughly be seen as detection machines and knocked on the mycelium on the wall, while mumbling words in his voice that was severely distorted due to too many blessings that normal people could not hear clearly. He used to be a great technical soldier who followed Om Messiah, but now, his spirit has been infected by the Lord of All Things, and the world he can see has been tainted with the strange light of the Supreme Heaven. "I can't see it." Larde stretched out his hand towards the wall of the corridor and gently touched a piece of flesh that was very close to a fungus that was entangled in the lamp and provided the lamp with brightness changes in a living way, causing it to groan in dissatisfaction - something slippery slipped out of the flesh, but soon it disappeared into the mouth of a worm with fangs that came out from God knows where. "The numbers, the numbers are wrong - it shouldn't be like this, there shouldn't be numbers like this on the Terminus Est." Morgan grunted his answer to Larde, then raised his arm and casually touched a face that had been fused with the ship for who knows how many years, with only a trace of it left. He withdrew his swollen fingers in time before the face's mouth closed, and sent the scraped mucus into a skull at his waist. Seeing the actions of their companion, the plague warriors including Larde stopped and went on alert. Admittedly, they didn't quite understand what Morgan's weird words meant, but they could still understand that something was wrong with the Terminus Est. But, the next moment... “——————!!” As the alarm inside the Terminus Est sounded, which sounded like the sighs of a dying patient, the light from all lighting-related items in the corridor where the Lard team was located suddenly dimmed by several levels, and at the same time, several rotten walls were violently blasted open. A large cloud of plague composed of miasma and pus exploded. The plague warriors who realized what was happening quickly entered combat mode, raised their weapons at the fastest speed, integrated the Father's Gift into the barrel, and blasted into the clouds not far away. In the eyes of these Nurgle warriors, no matter who attacked, the ending was doomed from the moment they ignored the Terminus Est's own defense mechanism and launched a surprise attack. All they had to do was to give the Father's Love equally to these daring things. However, the answer these plague warriors received was... The sound of a bolt gun firing
. A long, raging fire that turned all flesh and fungi along the way into ashes with screams. One of the plague warriors at the front lost half of the plasma ball in his abdomen. Melta grenades tumbled down into their array. Finally, there came a Space Marine who rushed out from the thick plague fog, his right arm stained dark red like dusk. "!!!" Seeing the emblems on the shoulders of these Space Marines that should have long been lost in history, Larder suddenly widened his mutated eyes and reached for his waist, wanting to send the information. However, his body, which had been infected by the Nurgle plague for too long, had forgotten the meaning of the word agility. His brain, which was mostly immersed in the corrupt fluid, could not even keep up with the speed of the warriors rushing towards him. The moment he touched the trigger button of the communicator, the greatsword surrounded by golden flames flashed past him. Then, there is true silence. ——————————————Taifons’ dividing line—————————————————————————— In a hall that seemed a little empty, Typhus stopped and his mutated pupils looked at the road ahead with a scrutinizing gaze. Although this long and narrow passage did not seem to have any problems, Typhus decided to follow his intuition and not step into it. After all, although he did not receive any feedback from other teams, the Chosen One of the Grandfather God had received the news that two teams had been completely destroyed through the "whisper" of the Terminus Est and the little guy from the Kind Father's family who had been jumping at his feet. From the "few words" told to him by the Terminus Est, Typhons realized that the reason why the plague warriors in these two teams who had been with him through life and death for hundreds of years were killed without any ability to fight back was because the enemies they were facing did not seem to be afraid of the simple blessing of the Kind Father, and even had the ability to walk proudly in the plague cloud. This was not good, this was very bad. Of course, Typhons had plenty of ways to make them realize their mistakes and join the big family of the Great Kind Father. "A swarm of flies." After a meaningless mutter in his throat, Typhons, leaning on his sickle, the Human Reaper, patiently urged the blessing of his kind father, allowing dense groups of destruction flies to fly out of the pipes behind him. These Nurgle creations that had been dormant in their nests for a long time revealed their violent natures as soon as they came into contact with the humid air full of deadly pathogens flowing inside the Terminus Est. They swam madly and irregularly in the air, like one dirty cloud after another - for a moment, Typhons even felt that the kind father Nurgle had begun to watch him and began to cheer him up for the battle he was about to face. "Go and send the Father's love to all beings inside." Feeling that the number of Destroyer Flies he had released was sufficient, the traveler nodded in satisfaction, and after a slight grumble in his throat, he ordered these cute little creatures to fly into the passage. The Destroyer Flies that received the order did not waste any time, and turned into a long and narrow black torrent, instantly filling the entire passage tightly. ——Then the group was burned to ashes. "???!!!!!!" When the golden flame that seemed irrefutable from the perspective of the warp gushed out of the passage, turning the Destroyer Flies sent by Typhons and the blessings of the father they carried into ashes, the Traveler's vigilance reached its maximum at the same time - the instinct formed by thousands of battles made him quickly issue orders, and at the moment when he cut off the connection with the burning Nurgle creations, he and the warriors around him completed a beautiful defensive counterattack - in an instant, the sound of explosions, rising flames, surging plague clouds, and the dying screams of Nurgle's destroyed creations suddenly filled the hall. Even a powerful person like Typhons had to be extremely alert, staring at the surging smoke, and trying to determine the situation in the smoke with the equipment on his body - the interference was too strong, and the God of Plague's chosen could not use psychic power to peek into the truth. Who is the opponent? Has the opponent been hurt by his counterattack? Has the opponent been embraced by the blessing of the loving Father?
The next second, time seemed to stop - the faces of the traveler Typhons and the ancient plague warriors beside him, which had already merged with their helmets, all showed expressions of surprise. "No, Garo, Twilight Raiders... This is impossible, you already..." Looking at the first old warrior who stepped out of the poisonous yellow-brown smoke, wearing a Mark VI power armor inlaid with the Supreme Eagle, holding a power sword with inscriptions on it that showed it was extremely ancient, and the dozens of Astartes who walked out behind him, their right arm shoulder armor and gauntlets painted dark red like dried blood, and with a half sun and half skull emblem on their shoulders, Typhons couldn't help but clench his sickle - he finally knew the source of the panic that had been lingering in his heart, and he finally knew the answer to why the Terminus Est failed to detect any traces of the boarders! "It's time to pay your debt, traitor." In response to Typhons, there was Garro's deep roar and the explosive bombs fired by the veterans behind him. 30. Battle of Nurgle Garden - Typhons in disgrace Do you have the courage The Son faced the initial glory of the Fourteenth Legion? Before today, if there was a being who was strong enough and daring enough to break through to Typhons and ask him such a question, Typhons would certainly respond with wild laughter and a swarm of flies. As the first being in the Death Guard to embrace the "original truth", Typhons embraced the cycle of life with a pure and joyful attitude and became the pioneer of the Great Father walking in the mortal world. He had already abandoned his past. Now he only cares about things related to the Great Grandfather God. He tirelessly spreads the blessings of the Father to the real world, destroys the enemies of the Father, laughs at those fools who are completely unable to understand the Father, and waits for the day when the Father recognizes his efforts and allows him to step into the vibrant garden in the highest heaven with an extraordinary attitude and become an eternal member of the Father's family. Yes, isn't this natural? There are so many mortals who have entered the truly immortal world because of the mercy of the Father. How can I, Typhons, the chief chosen one of the Father, not have this opportunity? But now, Typhus discovered that this problem had never left him, and that abandoning his past was just wishful thinking. It had been sleeping in the depths of his broken mortal soul, waiting for a chance to "erupt" - just like now, just like now! "You have already died - you cannot exist in reality. Ah, let me think about it. You were created by that mummy, right? How ridiculous - he preached his 'truth' to you like this? After you chose to betray your genetic father?" However, Typhons is Typhons after all, Nurgle's first choice. Although the traveler was surprised by the unexpected opponent appearing on the Terminus Est, his fighting instincts enabled him to successfully call upon the filthy power of the High Heaven and his plague warriors to rebuild the defense line before the long-range firepower such as explosive bombs came upon him, and he also threw out several special corruption grenades as a quick counterattack - as these special grenades exploded one by one in a set order, the decaying power of Nurgle's garden suddenly rose from the depths of the smoke and quickly merged into the air and spread to every corner of the hall. In an instant, the burned lichens and mosses thrived again, and the dried fungi trembled and grew new spores - the cycle of life and death was re-established, and the power of Nurgle seemed to have gained the upper hand? "The word betrayal is ridiculous coming out of your mouth, Typhon." Facing Typhus's ridicule, facing the plague warriors in front of him who had already raised their weapons, and facing the Nurgle plague clouds rolling around him, Garro had a calm expression and took a light step forward, and the Dusk Raiders behind him also took a step forward in sync. As they moved, a strange bell rang faintly, shaking every table and chair, every flower and tree inside the Terminus Est - the evil power of Nurgle shrank in the bell, and the rage of the warriors grew in the bell. "I already know the truth - you are all lies!" Feeling the slight trembling of the deck of the Terminus Est under his feet, breathing the air that seemed a little too hot for him, and watching the flies flying around him begin to lose their spirits, Typhus, realizing what Garro and the others might have brought, let out a roar that he would never have made under normal circumstances, and stepped forward with the Human Reaper in his hand, pointing the rotten sickle filled with the toxins of the Garden of Nurgle directly at Garro's head - his psychic energy had already overflowed his entire body, and the chief chosen one of the grandfather gods had already devoted himself to this battle wholeheartedly. The answer he got was a ray of azure light with a slight golden hue that pierced through the plague miasma. ——————————————The dividing line of weapon impact—————————————————— My mind is in a mess... A feeling appeared in his mouth, a feeling that Typhus had forgotten long ago. Is this smell the smell of rust? Is there rust in my mouth? No, this is the smell of blood - but why does my mouth smell of blood? His lungs seemed to be filled with razor blades, and every breath was like sucking more razor blades into his lungs. However, Typhons remembered that after he received the gift, these feelings had long gone away from him. Why...? "Are you really worthy of being called 'alive'?" Garo's voice entered the traveler's slightly turbid mind, and a more intense pain pulled Typhons' consciousness back to reality. At the moment when his breathing became stable again, the traveler realized that he had only exchanged one move with the Ranger Knight. His sickle was blocked by Garo's sword, and Garo's fist hit his abdomen hard. In theory, this blow should not have caused much damage to him, but why? However, on the battlefield, Typhons did not have so much time to think about this problem, not to mention that his over-blessed soul did not support him to think too quickly. With a blue sword light once again sweeping towards his face, Typhons gathered his mind and once again mobilized his spiritual power. While strengthening his body and weapons, he also pushed the destroyer flies to rush towards Garro's limbs and bones - although he had roughly understood the existence mode of Garro in front of him, he had sufficient confidence in this attack. "clang----" Heavy, like a bell being struck The sound of the two weapons rippled out from the collision, splashing out little supernatural sparks, and the corruption under the feet of the two warriors exploded instantly due to the recoil of the powerful force. Garro stood still, but Typhon's knees bent slightly. The swarm of destruction flies hovering around the two fighting people buzzed shrilly and flew away from the entangled two people, as if something that made them afraid had spread out - a small number of flies at the back proved this, with their bodies turned into ashes as an example.
"Impossible...I am actually...in pain?" In the second strike, Typhons was slightly at a disadvantage, but what concerned him more was that he actually felt pain in his hand. Why did he feel pain? "Your master gave you a rotten lie, traitor." The azure sword light flashed again, and it slashed towards the traveler's head. The wind pressure it brought made the Lord of the Demon Flies experience the pain that he had not felt for thousands of years for the third time. Facing Garo's third attack, what did Typhons choose? "Tear--" The long sword cut through the Plague Warrior's rotten armor and burned the Plague Warrior's twisted flesh. The Plague Warrior, who was dragged in front of Typhon by Typhon's psychic power and was fighting a Dusk Raider in the fog, had no time to question the Traveler why he did this before the Emperor's power took away the last ray of hope of his cursed life. At the moment his fate ended, the Human Reaper stabbed out of the Plague Warrior's abdomen like a venomous snake and slashed at Garro's waist from a blind spot. The Plague God's Chosen One was sure that even if Garro had reappeared in the world through that cursed guy, this blow would be enough to make him retire. However...... The blade of the Human Reaper was easily held by the free hilt. Typhons realized that he had underestimated Garro's strength and reflexes. The Knight-Errant had a record of fighting the fallen Mortarion briefly without losing. After returning to the human world, he was freed from the constraints of his mortal body. Is he the same as himself now? Or has he become the being he longed to be? "You sold out everything you could, and all you got in return was lies and cowardice?" The hilt of the sword bounced slightly, and Typhons was shocked by Garro's power and took a big step back - at the same time, the feeling of pain briefly traveled around his body again. Listening to the sounds of battle that were gradually fading in the surrounding smoke, Nurgle's Chief Chosen, who knew that he was no match for Garro at all, realized that the situation was hopeless, and he had to find a way to leave the battlefield first, and then make long-term plans. "Ha - that's just because you don't understand. Aren't you also relying on lies to exist now?" He took a deep breath of the plague fog, which burned his lungs but would also provide him with strength. Typhons, who had already thought of how to evacuate the battlefield, quickly and covertly guided the power of the High Heaven. When Garro's sword slashed at his body again, this vanguard officer of Nurgle had already escaped through the ubiquitous plague secret passages inside the Terminus Est. "..." Seeing Typhons' shameful escape, Garo shook his head slightly, walked slowly to where Typhons disappeared, half squatted, carefully observed the twisted flesh for a while, then suddenly raised his sword and chopped it down. With a painful sigh that seemed to be the warship itself, the entire Terminus trembled for almost a second, and at the moment when the trembling of the Terminus ended, a large hole suddenly appeared in front of Garo. "You continue to eliminate the remaining traitors, and I will go hunt him down." After saying that, Garo adjusted his power armor and jumped down towards the big pit. Soon, his figure disappeared in a golden flame. ——————————————Taifons’ dividing line—————————————————————————— pain. My whole body aches. Even the soul was twitching in pain. As a Space Marine and a Death Guard, he should have been able to endure pain very well. However, after living under the blessing of Nurgle for thousands of years, Typhons has forgotten the taste of pain. "One, two, three, four, five, six..." Nurgle's vanguard officer, who no longer had the high spirits of the past, tightly grasped his weapon in his right hand, and with his left hand supported the decayed growths on the wall of the ship. He moved slowly step by step towards the secret room where he could recover, while silently calculating numbers in his heart - with every jump of pain, he would add a number to the number. "seven." When the pain gradually began to dissipate, Typhons walked to the door of the secret room and muttered this sacred number with satisfaction. The moment he pushed open the door of the secret room, the traveler felt the hand of the loving father touching his body, gently soothing the little lives that lived with him. He felt the pus of the loving father beginning to seep into his internal organs, repairing his wounds and calming his spirit. 694936135 "Praise the Father." After resting in the secret room for seven minutes, Typhons, who felt that he had recovered a lot, immediately picked up his sickle and stepped out of the secret room, ready to go into battle again. However, after walking a few steps, the Chosen of Nurgle felt the surrounding Not right.
It was because the plants on the wall were so green that they made him feel uneasy! "Who is it? Come out!" With a quick thought, Typhons immediately released the swarm of destruction flies on his body that were still able to fight, and took a defensive counterattack posture in a tactical position that allowed him to attack but also to retreat quickly - although he was reluctant to admit it, the battle with Garro just now had successfully "awakened" the remaining mortal fragments in his heart, making him "cautious" and "hesitant". "Hey - to be honest, collecting you is a big challenge for me. Now it seems that I will not be able to collect most of you." A strange and dull voice, vibrating the moist air, reached Typhons' ears. In the dim green flames, the body controlled by a certain Necron overlord mechanically and elegantly saluted the Lord of the Demon Flies. "Alien, what do you mean?" Although he did not think that the Necromancer in front of him could pose any threat to him, Typhons always felt that things were not that simple, so he asked hoarsely. "....Well, yes, you can, but according to the contract, anything that falls from his body, I can take it back and collect it as long as I want - ah, okay, okay, you are really a generous warrior! I will help you arrange the battlefield you want right away!" However, the Figure King did not answer Typhoons immediately. Instead, he turned his head and said something to the empty area that made Typhoons' heart tremble - before Typhoons could think of a way to attack the Necrons in the distance, he found that the environment around him had changed inexplicably - from the humid corridor of the Terminus Est to an area similar to an arena? "this?" Typhons quickly tried to mobilize his psychic powers again to escape from this obviously trap area, but nothing happened - the Infinite's technology briefly blocked the area, anchoring it in the physical world - although this time would not be long, it was enough. "You will not be safe today, traitor." Just when Typhus was in a panic, Garro had already strode out of a big door of the arena. The blue sword light flashed again and went straight towards Typhus. Caught off guard, Typhus could only lean his body to try his best to avoid being hit in the vital areas. Dirty blood, splattering. 31. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle - The End of Typhons What would please Khorne? It must be a thrilling battle that perfectly showcases one's bravery. What would please Slaanesh? That must be something filled with extreme excitement. Tzeentch...well, this guy Tzeentch would theoretically be pleased by any change, but one of the things that would please him the most is undoubtedly that his old enemy would suffer a setback in the change - after all, what could make the God of Change happier than seeing a guy who is always stagnant being dizzy and confused by sudden changes? Therefore, now, what is happening on the Terminus Est has pleased the three Chaos Gods. These moody beings have forgotten their original intention of leading Typhons to the Minoit world, and are focused on savoring the vortex of emotions exuded by Typhons now - well, considering that Typhons has now fallen into despair in a certain sense, perhaps his gods are also satisfied with this battle? "No, no, my child, my child! How could His people do this? How could His people do this?" Next to the huge crucible, the Grandfather God wailed loudly, shedding his filthy tears on his corrupt and fertile domain, giving birth to one twisted jungle after another. Countless Nurgle Daemons gathered around the Plague Father, trying their best to find a way to comfort their father god. However, neither the performance of the Maggot Father nor the singing of the Rain Father could bring peace to Nurgle's emotions. "Nurgle - your chosen one is so cowardly. I think it's best for it to die like this. Die hard." The roaring voice of Khorne rumbled across the sky of the Plague Garden, even causing some of the freely flying Nurgle flies to fall due to the chaotic shock. Before Nurgle could loudly protest how wrong Khorne's words were, the gentle, elegant, and sweet voice of Elysium followed. "Ah-ah-your Chosen One screams so loudly! Much louder than the one under my command! Nurgle Nurgle! Let me make a deal, throw him away and let me pick him up and play with him for a while? I think I can get unexpected pleasure from him!" "Hehehe - Nurgle, continue to bless your Chosen One, don't stop. I want to carefully observe the changes in this rare battle - Oh! Nurgle! One of the fungal growths behind your Chosen One has been cut off! Are you really not going to let him recover quickly? Otherwise, let him die? It's useless anyway!" Tzeentch's demonic fire jumped around Nurgle, and the Usurper frantically pointed at the battle in the arena - the provocation of this absolute mortal enemy made Nurgle's demons furious, but they also knew that they were powerless in the face of such a situation! Now Typhons was actually facing a chessboard of four Chaos Powers, no, maybe five Chaos Powers. Even K'Gath, the most favored chief demon under Nurgle, did not have the courage to step into such a chessboard!
"Ah----" Just when most of the beings in the Garden of Nurgle were crying or feeling sad because of what Typhons was experiencing in the real world, a chuckle that was completely different from the tone of the entire Garden of Nurgle now came along with the corrupt and damp plague wind and reached the ears of all the great demons present. When Father Rain Rotigus angrily turned his gaze in the direction of the laughter, he unsurprisingly saw Mortarion spreading his wings and slowly walking in the air. "He is yours, Mortarion." Although he knew very well that the relationship between Mortarion and Typhons could not even be described as bad, Rotigus still spoke very unhappily. "so what?" The ghost of Barbarus slowly fell to the ground, and the censer on his waist clanged and played a dirge for the living. Seeing that Mortarion was so "unmoved", Yu Fu felt that anger was rising in his heart. Of course, before the Great Unclean One vented his dissatisfaction, Mortarion had already spoken again in a deep voice. "The only thing I'm interested in is one other thing..."