After saying this, the Grim Reaper said nothing more, but stared at the battle in front of him, staring at the man... The sword light flashing in the hand of his most admired offspring who once left scars on his body. ————————————————The dividing line of the arena———————————————————— Captain of the First Company of the Death Guard, the First Chosen under the Father, Lord of the Destroying Flies, Herald of Nurgle, Captain of the Terminus Est, Traveler... Each of these names reveals the horrific nature of Typhus, and behind each of these names are billions of victims - Nurgle's chosen ones have been walking in the real world for thousands of years, and the pollution of the kind father has spread throughout the galaxy with his footsteps - in fact, for almost all situations, the appearance of the Terminus Est already represents the arrival of an irreversible doomsday. However, today, on Typhons' most proud warship, the Terminus, the messenger of plague is enduring unexpected suffering - or is he desperately waiting for his own doomsday? “Huff—inhale—huff—inhale—” Typhons, with all the fungal tubes on his back broken and the Terminator armor that served as the nest of the Destroyer Flies on his body already in tatters, was running away in a hurry. Beside him, the swarm of Destroyer Flies filled with the plague of the benevolent father Nurgle were flying and roaring. Under normal circumstances, the messengers of the plague god would release these little guys and indiscriminately attack anyone who did not kneel to the great father. However, now, the chosen one of Nurgle was actually using the speed that these things could provide to escape in a tumbling manner? "Face me, traitor." Garro's voice sounded deep in Typhons' ears, spurring the Chosen One of Nurgle to run even faster - of course, he didn't have time to determine what the Knight-Errant wanted to do, as two bombs exploded precisely at his feet - the divine power overflowing with rage easily made the already panic-stricken Typhons lose his balance, and also burned off a large piece of the festering flesh on his leg.
“Gah!!!!” Typhons cried out miserably at the piercing pain of his flesh and blood being burned by the Emperor's divine power, and the sword light of Garro that was approaching him made Typhons' soul tremble. Although the well-honed moves engraved in his instincts allowed Typhons to use the Human Reaper to barely deflect Garro's sword again, Typhons knew that he could not hold on for much longer - even in his prime, he was no match for Garro in front of him, let alone himself who had been chopped to pieces. "If you still have something in your heart, then stand up, hold your weapon tightly, and face the reckoning I bring." Looking at Typhus who was almost out of ammunition and food, the Knight Ranger slightly adjusted his posture, allowing his sword to be completely enveloped by the flames of holy wrath, and he struck a posture that frightened Typhus - in the memories that were deliberately buried deep in the hearts of Nurgle's First Chosen, what did Garro's posture in battle represent... what did it represent? He is going to kill himself! "Father...I don't want to die...For the sake of spreading your glory...save me...save me!!!" It was as if he 'saw' his neck being slashed by Garro's sword, his head being held in Garro's hand, and then his body and soul being burned by the power of the mummy on the throne, becoming a dead end of ashes that even his loving father Nurgle could not save. Typhons, who no longer knew how to survive, let out the most miserable and desperate scream since he was born, a scream that even the most cowardly mortal could not imagine - "Hold on! My children! I'm coming to save you soon!!" When Garro's body exploded with power, when the sharp sword in Garro's hand pointed directly at Typhons' throat, along the emotional path outlined by his chosen one, which was filled with pure despair for death and pure struggle to continue living, the grandfather god who had been looking for an opportunity to intervene in the battle finally made a move - the power of the god of plague condensed into a drop of lotion and spread to Typhons' soul. As long as this drop of lotion Combined with Typhus' filth, Typhus would not only be able to heal his wounds, but also gain even greater power - perhaps enough to fight against Garro's power! "Humph--" Seeing his grandfather's "unethical" actions, Mortarion shook his head gently, spread his wings and flew away from Nurgle. Of course, none of the residents of the Garden of Nurgle cared about his departure - the discord between Mortarion and Typhons was an open secret of the Nurgle family, and what they wanted to watch now was Typhons's victory with the help of his loving father - they were sure that as long as Typhons won, the Minoit Galaxy would become a real altar to promote the power of the great father god, and the power of the loving father Nurgle would inevitably spread to the more distant other side of the starry sea. However....... “Hehehe!!!!” Tzeentch's signature treacherous laughter suddenly rose in the warp, and a force of usurping the heavens was roughly directed by the demon bird god to the drop of lotion thrown by the loving father to save Typhons, causing it to disintegrate into a sky of water splashes in the chaos of the warp - in the angry roar of Nurgle, although Typhons barely avoided Garro's fatal blow with the remnants of the power it sent, his weapon and his right hand were separated from his body. What's worse, the golden flames on Garro's sword have begun to spread rapidly along Typhons' flesh and blood to the remaining parts of Typhons that are barely "intact" in the eyes of the Nurgle faction, causing Typhons to begin to endure the dual torture of body and soul - the swarm of destroyer flies fell like a rainstorm around their master, withering, and the purest death has come to these Nurgle creations. “Hualalalalala——————!!” Just as Garo frowned because he didn't expect his attack to be fatal, and was about to rush up to give Typhons the final blow, a turbid rainstorm suddenly fell from the sky, permeating the arena inside and out, and also took away Typhons' still burning body with turbid waves. At the same time, the voice of the Infinite One Tarasim also reached Garo's ears at the right time. "Those guys are desperately trying to open the thing I set up, and I can't hold on any longer!" "I see."
Looking at Typhus who was swept away by the sudden filthy flood and slowly began to recover with the rise and fall of the water, Garro narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, concentrated his faith and strength on his sword, and then stabbed hard at the ground under his feet, which had once again shown distorted growths. Ships screamed and fires roared. ————————————————The dividing line of Nurgle’s domain———————————————————— "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." "Ouch...My hand hurts so much..." "My stomach...I'm afraid it's..." "So, Rotigus, why do we want to rescue such an unfortunate guy?" In Nurgle's fertile domain, several Great Unclean Ones were sitting in a circle, complaining constantly. Hanging in front of them was Typhus, who had only half of his head left which was still "normal". When Nurgle, the kind father, tried to give Typhus power but was interfered by Tzeentch, causing Typhus to fall into a nearly fatal situation, Rain Father Rotigus decisively pulled up several Great Unclean Ones with whom he had the best relationship, and followed the power beacon of the Great Grandfather God to let their power briefly appear inside the Terminus Est, combined their power essence with the Terminus Est, and forcibly took away the last part of Typhus that was not burned, barely preventing the existence of Typhus from completely dissipating in the galaxy. But the price? He forced himself into the real world, but was counterattacked indiscriminately by Garo with the power of the Emperor with a wave of AOE. Any Great Unclean One who did this, even if the injury was the lightest, will not be able to step into the real world for at least seventy-seven years! "The loving father wanted him to live." Rotigus sat cross-legged under a sickly boxwood, stroking his head which had become bald due to this action, and answered absentmindedly - as the Great Unclean One leading this action, Rotigus undoubtedly contributed the most, and this also cost it an extremely tragic price - many conceptual connections between it and reality were burned, and part of its essence was swallowed up by the disorder of the warp - Rotigus knew that for at least three thousand years, he would have to say goodbye to the title of 'Rain Father', and it would be unlikely for him to wander among the stars again as before. "We all know this, but why didn't Grandfather God care about us? He didn't even give us a word of praise?" A certain unclean being whose right hand was burnt black was looking at Rotigus in anguish. Of course, the unclean beings who assisted Rotigus knew that the loving father did not want to lose Typhons. However, after they tried their best to pull Typhons into the garden, why did the loving father not show any reaction? "Because only in the real world can Typhons' value become the greatest - in the Garden of Nurgle, he is just a member of the family of the Great Grandfather God, and...his soul is actually incomplete." "So, after all we've endured, we just saved a piece of... trash?" "No, no, no, Grandfather God will not tolerate the real world without its herald walking around. It would put the grandfather god at a disadvantage in the eternal war with the other three gods - maybe four now - and Typhons is undoubtedly the best one...." Hearing another Great Unclean One start to complain, Rotigus slightly grinned and smiled. It slowly stood up and walked to Typhus - well, it can only be regarded as the remnants of Typhus at present, and poked it gently with the branch in its hand. "Even if only part of it is 'Typhons', it's still 'Typhons', right?" 32. Battle of Nurgle Garden - The Calm Before the Final Battle Ologun is praying. Although Orogen has been stripped of everything, in theory his status on his ship is not even higher than that of a servitor. However, both his deputy and his guards still respect this former high-level judge - because these mortals have witnessed the great throne messenger sending their master to the ship, and witnessed the great throne messenger delivering the mission to their master - with such an honor, how can they not continue to be loyal to the former high-level judge Orogen? After all, he is the messenger of the throne! However, although his subordinates followed him more enthusiastically, Orogen did not feel honored by this. The former high-ranking inquisitor who had already positioned himself as an excommunicator locked himself in a modified solitary prison that could well isolate the influence of psychic energy and was used to detain extremely serious criminals, leading a life more severe than that of an ascetic monk - he strictly regulated his diet and drinking water, and suppressed his daily rest time so that he could have more time to offer prayers and confess to the great emperor - in fact, if he had not roughly understood the responsibilities he had to bear from the King of Figures, he might have been crushed to ashes by himself now... "Am I fulfilling my final duty, Endless?" Just as Orogen knelt before the Emperor's statue, silently confessing his sins to the Emperor over and over again, a faint green halo that he was already familiar with lit up beside him, and the Endless One Talahin walked out of the light with a smile in his eyes, and met Orogen's eyes - since the Endless One would visit this battleship once a day, the former high-ranking Inquisitor Orogen had now become accustomed to the feeling of living under the same roof with this alien. "Not yet, but soon - Chaos's attack on the reality of this system has been thwarted, and the final battle in the Warp will put an end to everything - and you are the drop of ink used to draw the end." With the help of Big E, the Figure King successfully obtained the 'Terminus', 'Typhos's Human Harvester', 'Typhos's Plague Tube', 'Typhos's Decay Terminator Armor', 'Death Guard Veteran' and many other things that he could only dream of under normal circumstances. Therefore, the entire Endless seems to be a little excited now, and this abnormality is naturally noticed by the perceptive former high-level Inquisitor, who frowned slightly. "Did it happen after I got back to the ship? Or before?"
"Of course it was later - according to your calculations on Terra, the fleets of your 'compatriots' who defected to the Warp could not even last a week in this system." Trazyn's words were understated, but they caused ripples in Orogen's heart, which had almost been as calm as still water. Now that he knew part of the truth, Orogen could easily guess what kind of array the empire's eternal enemy would use to invade this galaxy that was inherently full of blasphemy. However, such a fleet was wiped out in less than a week? "They are?" When asking this question, Orogen felt his heart fluttering. Combined with the anomalies of this galaxy, he vaguely guessed a certain possibility. He hoped that the alien in front of him would give him a positive answer. "The future of the Terminus Est, its captain, and his plague fleet that has poisoned the real world for thousands of years has been locked in my museum. I have already arranged the most suitable collection area for them in my museum. Well, maybe not completely, but at least within three thousand years, I believe it will not be possible for it to set foot in the real world again." After saying this, Taraxin left the ship silently. After watching the last ray of green light disappear in his room, Orogen suddenly had big tears flowing from the corners of his eyes - after becoming an Inquisitor, he never cried again - even if something that would break the heart of an ordinary person happened to him, he would remain indifferent, because the Inquisition did not believe in tears. But now, Orogen was crying! "God Emperor... Thank you for letting me hear such good news before I atone my sins..." ———————————————The dividing line of the sword of hatred———————————————————— "The Imperial Guards asked us to take over four warships?" Igust, the Chapter Master of the Sword of Hate, was patrolling the camp with a small team, making sure that everything in the camp was operating in accordance with the orders brought by the Emperor's herald. He looked at Daken who had hurried to his side, and after hearing what he had told him, his whole face was suddenly filled with confusion - if he hadn't played the recording again, Igust would have almost thought he had heard it wrong. "Yes - and one of them is a strike cruiser It is a warship of the same class as our base ship." When Daken repeated this sentence, his expression was dull - even though he was an Astartes warrior who had been fighting in the galaxy for a hundred years and had seen a lot of things, after arriving in the Minoit galaxy, Daken felt that his worldview was being impacted step by step - first, when he was trying to collect supplies, he collected a lot of valuable things with the help of his Blood Crow fighting brothers, and then he met the startup group that came to carry out the mission, and successfully established a nodding acquaintance with them and got a lot of supplies - after these two relatively normal things, what followed was the visit of the Imperial Guards, something that was considered a story for the Astartes, and it was actually happening around him, and now, even the matter of sending a space battleship has come? "Did the Imperial Guards tell us where these ships came from?" With his mind racing, Igust quickly entered the state that a chapter leader should be in - there is no forge world in the Minoit system, and the warp route to this world is not on any normal route of the empire. The sudden appearance of several ships that can supply his own chapter seems very... uh, if you have to say it, suspicious? "A Chaos warband invaded this system, but they have been completely destroyed. The ships that were too polluted have been rendered harmless, and the ships that were less polluted have undergone a strict purification ceremony and are considered safe for use... This." Reading the message from the Imperial Guard, Daken also felt a question mark pop up in his head - this galaxy was invaded by the Chaos Warband? When did it happen? And! The purification ceremony would take at least several decades. Although he didn't know how long those ships were purified, he could conclude with a simple logical calculation that this time could not exceed the time they stayed in this galaxy... "To receive it - the Custodians will not joke with us about such matters." Although this matter was full of unreasonableness no matter how you looked at it, Igust decided to send people directly to accept these warships - since the Imperial Guards said there was no problem, then there must be no problem. As for the fleet of the Chaos war gang that they had never seen before and was wiped out, how was it destroyed in space and quickly purified by the Imperial Guards who had never brought a large fleet to this galaxy? Well... The Chapter Master of the Sword of Hatred recalled the order given to them by the Imperial Guards not to casually clash with the aliens in the galaxy, and the scene where a large number of alien warships flew up from the ground and the start-up chapters operating near their chapter pretended not to see it. He decisively threw these problems deep into his brain - it was enough to get the benefits, for some things, the safest thing is not to think about them! ——————————————————The dividing line between the Hammer guys———————————————————— "The Terminus is gone, Typhons is basically useless, a bunch of guys who might be veterans of Ten Thousand Wars were also given as gifts, and there might even be some other stuff included, and we're still burning the garden - do you think Nurgle is vomiting blood now?" Inside the "golden and magnificent" defense line built in the white land burned by the Hammermen in Nurgle's domain, the Hammermen's descended chess pieces gathered together, watching the video recording of Typhons' fleet being easily wiped out by the Ribs and the Bound Legion, while happily complaining - well, especially the scene where Typhons was chased by Garro, chopped into a thing that was almost like a human stick in the arena, and finally "thrillingly" recovered by the Nurgle Demon, the Hammermen watched it repeatedly for several times... "Nurgle might be depressed? But seriously, he is a chaotic evil god. No matter how warm and friendly Nurgle appears to be, whether he really cares about Typhoons is a question in itself. Even if he is depressed, it may not be because of Typhoon's affairs. After all, every bacterium is a child of Nurgle." Silence shrugged her shoulders, thinking that such a thing would make Nurgle vomit blood, so she didn't have to think too much about it. Didn't you see that in the Plague of God, not only was Nurgle's cauldron damaged, but the entire Nurgle Garden was also burned by Big E who sneaked in, and N's father was just tossing and turning, groaning, and he didn't do anything "out of the ordinary". "N's father may not have any reaction, but the Death Guard's chief chosen champion will probably have a strong reaction. Who knows, Fluttermoth is secretly happy about what happened to Typhons!" The God of Choice used his descended body to crunch popcorn, and from time to time he turned his head to look at the Nurgle Gardens in the distance, which they had not had time to burn because of the distance. The Nurgle Gardens were calm, and it seemed that Father N did not react at all. "Well... theoretically, after all this trouble, Mortarion should be able to properly restore the full authority of the Primarch of the Death Guard - the Terminus Est was dragged away by the Figure King, and a bunch of diehard veterans who followed Typhoons were either killed by the Dusk Raiders and the Custodes, or collected by the Figure King. The Death Guard Company, which was almost crippled, will most likely all return to Mortarion's command, and there's a chance that Typhoons' signature weapon, Plague the Destroyer, will be thrown to Mortarion by N Daddy to play with - after all, judging from the video, Typhoons was basically dragged back to the garden by N Daddy's people in a look that was burnt to eight-tenths by Big E's fire. Given Mortarion's disgust for Typhoons, it's a good thing for Typhoons not to add insult to injury!"
Abathur paused the video at the moment before Typhus was dragged away, and clicked on the screen where Typhus was completely It can be said that the word "alive" has nothing to do with his tone, which is filled with a "negative" emotion called "gloating". "It's hard to say. After all, Typhons was chopped into a human stick by the angry Cursed Garro, and his whole body was burned by Big E's power. Even if the N family can recover, it is unlikely to be able to deal with such injuries. If Mortarion finds the right opportunity to manipulate it, Typhons might become a hell beast." After simulating the thinking circuits of most of the chaos stuff in various Warhammer official novels in his mind, Egg spoke meaningfully. After hearing Egg's judgment, several Hammer guys couldn't help but be stunned. "Not really... If he enters the Hell Beast, Typhons might as well choose to be burned by Big E's power! At least he can rest in peace!" "Don't mention it. Typhons' fate may be worse than that of the Hellbeast. I have seen an interesting secondary viewpoint. The four chief gods of the Four Gods may not have a higher status than the four primarchs, but in metaphysical concepts, they are a very important anchor point for the Four Gods to spread conceptual pollution in reality. If a god's election is problematic, then the spread of that god's power in reality will be weakened to a considerable extent..." Recalling some of the inferences she had read, Silence's tone was subtle. The Political Commissar, who understood the hidden meaning of Silence, raised her eyebrows slightly and pointed to the Nurgle Garden in the distance. "Silence, you mean that even if Typhons has become so miserable, Nurgle will find a way to get him back to the real universe? At any means, any method?" "I guessed, it's just a second setting - Big E? Have you got it done over there?" Just as the Hammers were expressing their opinions and studying whether the structure of the Death Guard would change after this wave and how miserable Typhus's end would be, Big E's voice suddenly appeared in the Hammer chat channel. "Yes, the remaining pollution in the real universe has been cleaned up by my subordinates, and the Necrons Overlord has also blocked his ships at the Mandeville Point of the galaxy to ensure that there will be no more Chaos fleet invasions. Therefore, there is only one thing we have to do now, and that is..." There was a hint of smile in Big E's tone. There was no doubt that the destruction of Typhons' fleet was a pleasant surprise for him that was worth celebrating. "Rush over and burn more gardens? No problem! We can't wait!" 33. Interlude: In Chaos "Crunch - crunch -" The wood covered with moss and fungi creaked and cracked under the trampling of heavy rusty metal boots, and the stinking liquid filled with nutrients due to decay was continuously discharged, which further "nourished" the land below that had already exuded a disgusting smell due to excessive nutrition. The vines that were entangled with countless rotting corpses and swayed listlessly in the heavy and humid wind were gently touched by the moth wings with bizarre colors on them, increasing the swaying amplitude and causing the corpses hanging on them to sigh in the face of death. Mortarion strolled leisurely in the garden of his father, looking at every plant and tree in his father's garden with admiration. Mortarion gently touched a huge parasitic flower with a strong scent with his weapon, patiently watching the flower's cycle from prosperity to withering and then rebirth from withering with the help of the power of the Great Grandfather God. Mortarion greeted the enthusiastic Nurgle beasts in the sewage pool and promised to find a way to take them to the material world to find new friends to play with. Mortarion even raised his hand and allowed some Nurglings to jump on him and play some games with him that he didn't want to play with these Nurglings at all - all signs indicate that this death god born from Barbarus, the demon primarch under Nurgle, is in a good mood now, very good. "Motarion, you are here indeed." Just as Mortari was soothing the Nurglings climbing on his body, greeting these little guys with very kind breaths, and occasionally taking out some human skull fragments that were severely corroded by the Nurgle plague to exchange gifts with them, a slightly tired voice came into his ears. Without turning around, the Pale King knew who was looking for him. "Rotigus - I'm very curious, why would you talk to me so kindly? I think it has something to do with my son who always thinks he is very capable but is extremely stupid?" Out of respect for Nurgle's kind father, Mortarion stopped playing with the Nurglings and flicked his hands to signal them to leave him. After waiting for all these chirping and ever-optimistic little creatures to run away, the Lord of Death raised his huge sickle and slowly "floated" to the side of the Great Unclean One, who was still a little listless, in a supernatural manner, with cruelty revealed in his calm and indifferent tone. "In any case, the Father needs a herald to act in reality, otherwise the power of other Chaos Gods will greatly erode the Grandfather God's territory in the warp. I know you don't like Typhons, but he is the only candidate." Although he was deeply hurt by Mortarion's veiled words, Rotigus still decided to speak in a nice way - after all, after conducting some experiments on Typhons, Nurgle had clearly realized that with its current abilities, it was impossible to turn Typhons into the kind father he wanted. To achieve this goal, the help of Mortarion, the genetic father of Typhons, is indispensable. "...Heh, I have many outstanding descendants under my command, and they are all willing to serve the benevolent father. Moreover, some of them are no less than Typhons in spreading the blessings of the great benevolent father in reality. So, why must Typhons be chosen?" Hearing the rare flattering tone in Rotigus' voice, although he did not like to be involved in the twists and turns of the Nurgle daemons, Mortarion, who was quite happy with the feeling, moved closer to the Great Unclean One whose strength had been greatly weakened compared to before. The hoarse sound of a seriously ill person struggling to breathe shook the surrounding silence and flowed towards Rotigus along with the damp plague wind - of course, Rotigus selectively ignored Mortarion's actions. After all, business was important now. "...This question involves..." Rotigus was delighted when he felt that he might be able to convince Mortarion, and he immediately prepared to give a long speech to tell the Pale King how important the nature of Typhons was to the realm of Nurgle, and why other champions could not do as well as Typhons in the real world. However, before he could even utter the first sentence, the cold voice of the god of death, Barbarus, disrupted the documents in his mind.
"Please explain in a way that I can understand why the Great Father must use Typhons as its herald in reality, Rotigus." "......" If being looked down upon by Mortarion was still within Rotigus's psychological tolerance, now he really wanted to pick up anything at hand and hit Mortarion's head twice to open the skull of the demon primarch and see what was inside his thought circuits full of fatherly blessings. Mortarion would never think that the warp was a world full of witchcraft, and he had been using a set of numerology that was meaningless from both the warp and reality perspectives to explain everything. It was an open secret in the Nurgle faction. Even the chief archdemon Kugath, who had the best relationship with Mortarion, had complained many times that he could not communicate with the demon primarch in this regard. If he wanted to explain the importance of Typhons to him in a way that Mortarion could explain, wouldn't it mean that he had to temporarily use Mortarion's numerology to compile a bunch of things that he didn't understand to convince him? ? "I thought you had the most unique way of thinking among the unclean ones, but now it seems that you are just like them, unable to see the inevitability in those numbers." Staring at the Great Unclean One in front of him with twitching lips, as if he wanted to say something but had thousands of words stuck in his stomach, Mortarion shook his head regretfully and spread his wings to leave - but before his feet left the ground, seven bells rang throughout the Garden of Nurgle - the bells were slow and weak, but the meaning of the bells made Mortarion frown. "Hmm? Why is Father Nurgle actively calling for a meeting?" ———————————————Near the Loving Father’s Cottage——————————————————————