The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"What a poor little—"

Just when Typhons was about to crush the bug in his hand, suddenly, a shock came from behind him. Typhons staggered a few steps, and then threw the prey in his hand to the ground.

A snake man sneaked behind him at some point and tried to cut his head from behind with a weapon, but was disturbed by a large number of poisonous insects and could only chop on his shoulder.

Typhons held his scythe in both hands, and turned around to stab the curved scythe into the back of the snake-man's abdomen.

It was a rough, savage, and not-so-elegant attack that was more of a rage than a martial art or a move.

The snake-man twitched, swung wildly with his two-handed weapon, but his hands couldn't reach the enemy.

While muttering, Typhons stabbed his scythe deeper, and then the beast broke down in the middle like a felled tree, and never stood up again.

Turning his head, he saw a cowardly pointed ear aiming a gun at his chest, Typhons didn't dodge, but swooped straight at the poor bastard.

The Dark Eldar took a step back in surprise, and the bullets fired seriously missed the target.

Typhons snatched the bladed poison crystal spear from its grasp with a snap, and let out a furious battle cry, enough to make the cowardly pointed ear turn and flee.

He escaped fast, but not fast enough - Typhons hooked the scythe to the shoulder of the pointed ear, and the pain made the other's body writhe like a snake, growling and spitting, struggling to escape.

Afterwards, Typhons threw it face down into the blood, nailed it in place with a scythe, and stomped on its back, watching the Eldar armor and bones smashed by him like dead branches.

He felt...very happy about it.

Soon, Typhonse's team rushed from the front yard into the mansion.

There were still many Dark Eldars stubbornly resisting, and Typhons, unwilling to continue to waste time, took a deep breath and sang a deadly song.

The power of witchcraft flows through the air, lengthening many human leather furniture, twisting the walls, making these dead creatures full of greedy desire for blood and torn flesh.

When he saw that everything around him began to change, the cruel laughter of the Dark Eldar quickly turned into a low cry of panic.

This time, the Warp responded to them.

Loud screams echoed in the halls, speckled shadows loomed over the dark floor, covered in moss, vines, and algae, long, curved claws covered with lichens, faces with dull smiles covered in peat , the rotten **** is like an ugly mask, and the eyes are like two purple flames, burning non-stop.

The first note of the Nurgle demons pierced into the depths of the senses of all Eldar, their voices as sharp as frost.

They are not predators, but butchers, gnarled claws tearing armor and flesh and heavy horns smashing bones as they stagger toward the Dark Eldar.

Typhons saw a screaming Eldar nearly torn in two, the gardener from the Garden of the Fathers holding up the blood-stained corpse, the herpes-covered head tilted back, grinning, and then the blood like spring poured down like a shower.

The Dark Eldar tried to fight back, and the pulses from their heavy weapons fell like a jagged lightning bolt, and fell like raindrops among the fatherly people.

But they are unmoved, even if they cause some damage, they don't care at all.

In the whirlpool of rusty knives and blunt swords, Typhons was not idle. He swirled in the circle of many Eldar, swinging her scythe wide open, but he was not a cornered beast, nor did he need anything. Hunted or tortured prey.

He is the murderer!

Soon Typhons' feet were full of corpses.

At this moment, an Eldar in black and gold armor stared in horror and tried to run past Typhons.

Typhons reached for the thing almost without thinking.

"no no!"

It was the owner of this mansion who was caught, a high-ranking member of the Black Heart Cabal, but now his status was useless. Under the iron fist of the Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest, his shouts turned into gurgles. Call.

A few seconds later, Typhons threw the corpse down, and the Eldar in the mansion basically either died or fled.

"It's not too late to start the ceremony."

After giving the order, Typhons turned to go to the courtyard, but stopped at the threshold, enjoying the silent darkness.

For a while, it was just him and the darkness.

He breathed it, sucking the Void Drink into his body.

At this time, the entourage had piled up the corpses of the Dark Eldar in the courtyard and began to perform dark rituals.

Typhons raised his head, and the cold light of the stars drifted around the hall like snowflakes, outlining the figures of other residents in the darkness.

The Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest smiled, raised his arms upwards, and then a soft tentacle wrapped around his legs, slipping against the surface of the armor and vibrating, and then repaired the cracks on his armor caused by the battle. whole.

It didn't take long before Typhons stepped out, looking like he was standing on a field of moonlit grass, but what was wriggling under his feet were actually tentacle-like limbs, felt by the thousands crawling on the ground. The presence of Typhons, Qi Qi gathered at his feet and swayed.

"let's start."

Along with the jerky incantation, a complex magic circle appeared among the corpses of the Eldar.

At first it was just a slow-moving dark shadow, but the little creatures wandering around began to agitate, and the shadow became a whirlwind of tentacles and teeth, chewing on the Eldar's flesh, making it foggy blood rose from the corpse.

Typhons clenched the hilt of the scythe in his right hand. This power scythe was the signature weapon of the First Company Commander, and he let its weight drag on his arm. Like an anchor, as a darkness hummed bitingly at the edge of his mind.

A strange and strong smell began to fill the air—sweet and spicy, like flowers blooming in a corpse.

Typhons had already seen a powerful force, and the humming vibration of the opponent spread all over his body.

It is pushing back the curtain of reality, walking with heavy steps and moving forward steadily.

The Captain of the Death Guard felt a creeping, electrocution-like sensation running through his blood~www.wuxiaspot.com~ like insects running through the veins, a buzzing sound echoing in his head, black and silver flashes of light flickered at the edge of his vision.

Five minutes later, with the last spell, the corpse exploded violently, and bone fragments scattered.

From the vortex of the warp, a large piece of festering flesh appeared.

Soon, its lower body split into two stump-like legs, its torso shattered, and rotting internal organs flowed out of the torso, its pale yellow horns protruding from his shoulders, crackling in the fetid air, its double The arms are like rotting tree trunks.

On the face of this monster's rotten meat bag, the one-eyed opened suddenly, staring out angrily.

But after seeing Typhons, its expression softened.

"Ah, Typhons, my good buddy, I knew you needed my help."

Typhons nodded and said to the demon prince:

"Murphy Duster, I need your help."

Murphy Duster is a demon prince who worships the evil **** Nurgle, nicknamed "The Plague Stalker", but he prefers to brag about his reputation as "The Craftsman of Thousand Plagues" to people like him.

But unlike many demon princes, Murphy Dust was once just a mortal.

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