The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although it is said that Typhons is still under the command of the Primarch, in fact, in this collective action, Typhons was not recalled by Mortarion. In fact, he blew the horn of war, but Mortarion responded. took his call—

Of course, you can't say that to the outside world.

But Typhons knew the importance of this operation to his master. Isa was Nurgle's most cherished treasure. If she lost her, the loving father would be extremely sad, which no son of the plague would like to see.

Likewise, Typhons will be honored as the commander if he can achieve his goals.

Therefore, this action, he vowed to do whatever it takes.

As the devotees gathered to pray in the broad shrine at the center of the Terminus, Typhons was standing before the shrine filled with candles and braziers, with fanaticism and faith dancing in his eyes, and shadows twisting in the darkness beyond the candlelight Moving and rolling.

His prayers are dedicated to his master, and he likes to come here to worship because he feels closer to the loving Father here.

The sickly chants of the Plague Priests surrounded Typhons, enveloping him and reverberating in the enclosed space of the prayer room.

Other than that, hardly any other sound can be heard.

There were only hisses, moans, and muffled screams, and those that broke through the veil of the physical world were making their voices, and the natives of the warp were joining in their prayers, which was a good omen.

Soon, prayer came to its final stage.

As usual, all but Typhons made tedious reiterations of the grace of a loving father.

The closest to Typhons is Feroz, the latest Blightlord champion - who killed his predecessor not long ago.

To some, this champion is reckless or even stupid, but Typhons doesn't see it that way, because most Blightlord Terminators have a hidden thirst for power and are always looking for an opportunity to overthrow their master, which is in the An accepted fact in the Legion, and Typhons himself apparently agreed with it.

However, he had no such worries about Feroz. He was a war hound, fierce and loyal, and a devout killer with a strong sense of responsibility. Even if Typhons ordered him to saw off his arm, he would not hesitate to implement.

So the reason was that simple, Typhons trusted him, albeit implicitly, and he had always trusted few others.

After all, anything can be learned, only loyalty is irreplaceable.

Suddenly, Typhons sensed a servant lingering at the entrance to the prayer room, and he could smell the stench of its rotting flesh and hear its rasp-like, uneven breathing.

It had been hiding there for a while, but it knew better not to disturb his meditation.

Eventually, the prayers of Barbarus were sung, and a deep, loud bell was tolled.

The crowd fell silent.

A moment later, Typhons turned, and the servos on his heavy armor, which had been with him since he joined the Legion, had been with him as much as his flesh. part of him.

He walked over and towered over the hunchbacked servant huddled before him.

"Say."

"There is a message from the primarch that the secret path has been opened, dear master."

the robe-clad corrupt creature hissed, his eyes lowered in resignation.

"Very well, inform Giovanni that they will meet me on the bridge."

"As you wish, Master."

The poor fellow bowed as he stepped back, but Typhons didn't pay attention to it anymore, his mind was overwhelmed with more thoughts about the battle ahead, he'd been on the Terminus for too long .

Those pointed ears always thought that their little tricks had blocked the Fourteenth Legion in the network, but they did not know that this was also the plan of the Legion, so that they could focus on the front line, and when the rear was neglected, Typhons would give them to them. Bring a big "surprise".

He would tell the aliens that their dens, which they thought were impregnable, were just a leaky sieve.

And he has a bigger plan.

Typhons knew that the evil **** Slaanesh had always coveted these alien souls. If he dedicated all these souls to the loving father, wouldn't he be able to humiliate the **** of indulgence?

What could be more glorious than this?

Typhonse's left hand subconsciously gripped the hilt of the scythe, feeling a shudder through his dulled system.

Now, he desires to kill.

also long for her.

It was time to praise the loving Father in the most pleasing way—

Kill in his name!

At this time, in a small network near Comoros, a battleship that looked only the size of an ordinary merchant ship without any indication was slowly moving forward. Its bow only had a line of high Gothic characters.

Dick No.

Aside from the name, it's just the two huge circular propulsion devices at its tail that make its shape very imaginative.

"Loken, is your boat okay? It broke down after a long time of driving."

In the cluttered and narrow bridge, he was wearing an old navy uniform, with a toothless skull painted on the back of his gray coat, a red explosive wig on his head, a black eye patch covering his right eye, and a pin on his waist. Rozim, who had converted a bolter, was constantly complaining to Loken, who was in a hurry on the console.

"Procrastination, if the event ends, won't we run for nothing?"

"Damn, the ghost knows that the ancient gate you brought has such strong radiation that it almost blew the engine! It's not easy to drive this far."

While complaining, Loken turned on the communicator and said to the engine compartment:

"How's the situation over there?"

"It's stabilized."

"Okay, then restore 27% of the power first."

At this moment, Hank Evans, who was wearing a loose black coat and black trousers, with a greasy mid-section, and a laser pistol hanging on a rope on his shoulders, suddenly pointed to the outside and said:

"Boss, boss! There's something there."

"Um?"

Rozim took a closer look and found that there was indeed something, which looked like a survival pod.

Others on the bridge were quick to notice what was floating in nothingness. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Do you want to fish it out and take a look? But I feel..."

Loken didn't wear the red robe he used to wear at this time, but changed to black.

This is Rozim's decision to dress up as a pirate for the sake of safety. In order to increase the authenticity, he has to add some chaotic elements.

Even Kron had dyed his skin red and had a Khorne-style helmet buckled on his head.

"Come here and have a look."

Soon, driven by curiosity, Rozim asked Loken to salvage the rescue capsule into the cargo hold, and then took a few people to take a look.

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