Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 495 Where is the light? (seeking subscription)

  Typhus as the first captain of the Death Guard.

   Natural strength cannot be underestimated.

  During the Great Expedition, it was considered the first echelon of many legions.

   is as famous as Abaddon, Sigismund and others.

  The First Captain during the Great Crusade will basically only belong to the most trusted warrior of the Primarch.

   This requires their strategies and skills to be top-notch.

   Otherwise, the first company commander is too weak, and it is easy to lower the evaluation in the communication with other legions.

  The huge, filth-covered war scythe streaked through the air, becoming an unstoppable bladed phantom.

  Sharp, sickle blade with evil blessings covered with miserable green light.

  The force field blessed by the God of Plague can help Typhon's scythe cut through steel or all creations with ease.

  After awakening in Nurgle's garden, Typhus's strength, agility, and even various physical qualities have been enhanced.

   The attack is faster and more powerful, and it can withstand more damage.

  The giant scythe was resisted by Loken's twin swords.

  The force fields collided with each other, making a terrible sound.

  The huge force formed a shock wave, forcing both parties away.

"Surrender." Typhus charged again, waving his scythe. "Humanity's victory is short-lived, destined to be swallowed by the storms of the warp. Join us, eternal death and rebirth await, Father Nurgle is generous. You may find your place in the garden, and be blessed there, without him having to suffer injury or loss, and the happy man may live forever in the filth of holiness."

   "Don't think that everyone is as unclear as you." Loken swung his two swords and launched a fierce offensive again.

   This body forged by the most advanced technology of the empire endowed him with infinite strength.

  Every blow felt to Typhus like a mountain hitting his scythe.

  Every collision is sparks flying.

  Typhon's bulky body also retreated step by step.

  He was simply powerless against such a brutal confrontation.

   Several other death guards saw that Typhus was at a disadvantage, and wanted to find an opportunity to help.

  Other Primordial Warriors raised their bolt guns in the distance and started shooting at the death guards.

  A death guard was hit by several explosive bombs in a row, his head was blown off like an overcooked pustule, and he fell down.

  Another had a broken leg, green goo oozing from the wound.

   Loken chopped off his head with a subsequent sword strike.

   "Your opponent is me." Typhons growled, he swung his war scythe and slashed at Loken's head, but was blocked by another sword.

  Typhons had to force the opponent's longsword away before another blow came, and stepped back.

   "Today is your end." Loken's words were full of cold killing intent, "It's time to pay the blood debt."

  The clash of blades and sickles was deafening.

  Typhons has been blessed by the God of Plague, and at this time he is standing in the domain of Nurgle, with a steady stream of power supporting him in the battle with Loken.

  Loken relied on the Heart of the Empire and the blessing of the Holy Emperor as well as his superb skills to fight.

   Both bodies contain the power to destroy all living beings.

  Every collision is a catharsis of absolute power, like an avalanche or a volcanic eruption.

  The two had confronted each other during the Great Crusade.

   Ever the friendliest opponent.

   Horus, who has not yet fallen, has a super high diplomatic talent, and can always handle the relationship between him and his brothers with ease.

   The relationship between the Death Guard and the Luna Wolves is not bad. Like other legions, every time they reunite, they will discuss and communicate.

  The exchange of skills between you and me at that time is completely different from the current death fight that broke out in the depths of the foundry.

   Both sides are full of murderous intent, just want to drive each other to death.

  Typhons is surrounded by primitive energy, and his sickle guides the most essential force in the universe. Every blow contains evil power enough to cut through time and space.

  The malicious flames in the eyes make it impossible to look directly at.

   Loken was not afraid, nor flinched at all.

  He has the conditions to defeat Typhons, the only thing he needs is that he is calm enough to wait for the opponent to show his flaws.

  The aftermath visible to the naked eye was released from their confrontation.

  The filth of the Warp recoiled with thunder from the blade blessed by the Holy Emperor, and the disgusting Warp decorations twisted.

   It is said that these two swords were forged by the factory controlled by Vulcan, endowed with the power of the spirit world, and have the ability to cut lifelines.

   This is a sharp weapon only found in mythology.

  Relying on the various abilities bestowed by the Heart of the Empire, Loken maintained the offensive of the two swords with ease.

  Time pauses, space shrinks, and teleportation, these abilities are used as if they don’t need money.

  Typhons escaped those mortal attacks by virtue of the blessing of the plague father and the blessing of this special field.

   Blocking the blade again and again with the monstrous scythe.

  Sputtering sparks ignited the tattered human skin tapestries, the artwork created with unknown liquids, and the soft and slimy faces embedded in the walls.

  Where they fought, flames rose.

   Within minutes, the entire room was on fire.

  Typhons looked distressed, those flames originating from Guilliman suppressed him.

   On the other hand, Loken became more and more courageous as he fought more and more. He swung the two swords in his hands impeccably, and if he had the opportunity, he would stab another sharp blow to kill him.

   Loken imagined the enemies he might face during the battle of Terra.

  Every traitor was regarded by him as an imaginary enemy.

  He carefully figured out the opponent's fighting style, and found a way to crack it.

  As the first company commander of the Death Guard, it is naturally impossible for Loken to forget him.

  He instigated a series of violent blows, and the flying blade was extremely light, splitting the structure of time and space, causing a short-lived annihilation.

  Typhons used the scythe in his hand to block.

  He is bulky and bloated.

  But one force can reduce ten meetings, relying on brutal strength is enough to make up for these shortcomings.

   Whenever he fell into a disadvantageous situation and could not stop the continuous sword movement, Typhus would swing his sickle to force Loken back.

   When he swung his scythe again, Loken caught Typhus' opening.

  The sword in his hand pierced into the opponent's body with all his strength, and a strong shock wave erupted.

  The power attached to the sword and the blessing Typhus received exploded.

   Let the flames become more fierce.

   Typhons wanted to swing his scythe to force Loken back, but was blocked by the opponent with another sword.

   The sword that pierced into his body also pierced into his armor bit by bit in the opponent's rock-solid hand.

   pierced the swollen armor, pierced the flesh that had been blessed by the father.

  Typhus looked down in disbelief at the weapon piercing his stomach.

   Foul-smelling pus gushed out from the wound, staining the already filthy power armor.

   "It seems that I have won." Loken said in a deep voice, he forcefully forced Typhus' sickle away, and pierced another sword into the opponent's body.

   Typhons let out a scream of pain, and stepped back.

   Loken pressed forward step by step, stabbing the sword in his hand deeper.

  Typhons burst out in pain, and punched Loken's head, and the sickle on the other side also moved, trying to chop Loken alive.

  In order to avoid being hurt, Loken had to give up the double swords piercing into the opponent's body first, and retreated abruptly, dodging the opponent's attack, and at the same time took out the bolter hung on his waist with a magnetic lock.

   "No pain is unbearable to the Death Guard. We are more tenacious than other Legions," Typhus said.

  The two swords pierced into his body just like that, bringing him endless pain, but making him even stronger.

   Enduring pain is part of the blessing of the God of Plague.

  The blessed Death Guard can withstand several times the damage of other Legionnaires.

  Fatally wounded to other traitors, Typhons was still able to persevere, one can imagine his tenacity.

   "I originally wanted to send you back to Terra alive, but now it seems that it is impossible." Loken raised the bolt gun in his hand, aiming the black muzzle at Typhus' head.

  Typhons tightly held the sickle in his hand, "At such a close distance, do you think the explosive bomb is faster than the sickle in my hand?"

   "You can try it." Loken said.

   Typhus moved, the halo of the Plague God's blessing unable to keep up with him.

  The sickle in his hand has an afterimage, and the speed is extremely fast.

   With a bang, his head exploded like a watermelon.

  The huge body fell to the ground, like a corpse that had been rotting for many years meeting the air and vaporizing amidst the hissing sound.

   Wisps of white steam escaped from the skeleton.

  In the end, even the skeleton turned into fly ash, floating in the air.

   "The kill is complete." Loken looked at Typhons who had turned into ashes and said in a low voice. He walked over and bent down to pick up the two swords.

  However, the next second, a warning sounded in his heart.

  He didn't realize something yet.

  I saw a giant scythe swung out from behind, directly piercing through his body.

   Typhus, who should have died just now, was standing behind him intact.

  A strange green glow wrapped around his body.

   "This is the domain of the loving father." Typhons whispered: "Do you think you can kill me in this domain? I only need a few breaths to be reborn."

   Loken looked at the wound that ran through his chest, and blood spurted from the grille of the visor.

  He underestimated these **** traitors.

  This is the realm of Nurgle.

   How could he be so confident that he killed Typhus.

  Typhon directly used force, and the sharp sickle cut Loken's body in half.

  Crimson blood spurted out, staining the floor red.

   "I am the winner." Typhus roared loudly, and the terrible sound echoed in the room, shaking the ears of the warriors.

   Seeing Loken's defeat, those Primaris warriors tried to get rid of their opponents and save their new Chapter Master.

  The Shadow Moon Wolf has just resumed its organizational system, is it about to usher in the second chapter leader?

  Those death guards were desperately trying to stop them.

   Make those Shadow Moon Wolves unable to rescue Loken.

"Let me see who you are." Typhons leaned over and took off the helmet of Loken who was lying on the ground, and saw his face, "It turned out to be Garviel Loken. During the siege of Terra, you Isn’t the lesson learned enough? What do you think you can change?”

   Loken spat on him a mouthful of blood.

   "The plague god's failure is doomed, Typhus, you can't change anything."

   "Hahaha, you're so wrong, do you think Guilliman can win? Then you underestimate a Chaos God." Typhons raised his foot and showed a cruel smile. "Remember the one who killed you, Loken. If you can still be resurrected, run away if you see me."

   After the words fell, the swollen steel boots slammed down.

   Stomped Loken's head to pieces.

   "This is what happens when you fight against the Plague God." Typhus whispered.

   Loken's broken body turned into bits of brilliance, drifted into the air, and disappeared.

   A few seconds later, a ball of light appeared in the turbid air, and then exploded violently. The strong radiance made Typhons blink subconsciously.

  Already trampled to death, the dismembered Loken rushed out amidst the brilliance.

  The two swords danced with deadly electric arcs, and one sword slashed down, directly chopping off the hand of Typhons who subconsciously raised the sickle.

  The swollen arm fell to the ground together with the sickle covered in filth, and green pus gushed out.

"How could it be!" Typhus couldn't hide his astonishment, but Loken didn't talk nonsense to him again. The sword in his hand slashed out again, cutting off his other hand, and then bent his leg and cut his hand. The legs were also cut off.

   Typhus fell with a howl.

  In a few seconds, Loken chopped off his limbs and fell to the ground.

  The situation turned around and changed so quickly that the astonishment on Typhons' face did not fade for a long time.

   "Don't think that only the Chaos Gods can regenerate life." Loken walked in front of Typhus, with sarcasm and mockery in his eyes.

  Typhons

   "Since you will be resurrected, I will not kill you, but bring you back to Terra as originally planned. Mortarion is waiting for you there, Typhus."

  Other Primordial Warriors also came over at this time.

  The legendary mentor Kaldor Diego who walked the other way also came out from another corridor.

  Typhons, who fell to the ground, lost all resistance, and was thrown into the demon cage dedicated to the gray knight like a dead dog.

  This kind of cage can even hold a Primarch.

  Typhons is naturally no problem.

   Realizing what was going to happen, Typhons roared impotently in the cage.

   "No! Loken, you can't do that."

  His fury made the Shadow Moon Wolf and the Gray Knights laugh out loud, and they moved on to the next destination.

  The troops of the empire have taken control of the situation in the foundry.

   The resistance of demons and traitors is weakening.

  The firepower of the empire wiped out the plague cannons and plague machine bees one by one, dismantling the virus machine cannons bit by bit.

  The screams of demons and traitors are everywhere.

  At the deepest point, a Great Unclean One is leading the last demonic army to resist.

  Typhons watched how the great unclean man fell into a tight siege and became the object of those damned corpse worshippers.

   They seized the opportunity to slash at the bloated body of the Great Unclean One.

   When the great unclean man wanted to attack, they all ran away again.

  Wait until the big unclean man turned his attention away, they all rushed over again and continued to chop.

   Extremely shameless.

"Look at how tenacious it is, fighting to the death for its own god." Loken stood beside Typhons' prison, and said in a sarcastic tone: "I can't help crying for it, how noble it is!" Warrior, it just looks a little disgusting."

  The other Shadow Moon Wolves all giggled.

  They don't like to bully their captives, but traitors and demons say otherwise.

  Typhon's eyes were about to burst, and he was about to go mad.

  The besieged Great Unclean One let out a painful sound.

  Under the siege of the empire, it was scarred, and finally couldn't hold on, and fell down.

  Kaldo Diego walked to his side, looking down at the huge demon.

   His sword was ablaze with divine fire.

   One strike with a sword can completely end the opponent.

   "The head of a great demon will be the best gift to my emperor. You are allowed to leave your last words, demon."

   "You can destroy my army and take everything from me, but human beings will never be able to overcome the loving father." The Great Unclean One said: "You will eventually fail, and you will end up suffering in the garden of the loving father."

"Are all the demons so pitiful now? I wonder if you have listened too much to those dying mortals, and subconsciously said these words when it came to you." Cardo Diego said: "You Its master is doomed to be wiped out, and the other Chaos Gods have already smelled its weakness, and soon, you will face the enemy."

   "You will never succeed," the Great Unclean One shouted through his rotting throat.

  Kaldo Diego recited the incantation, and then pierced the opponent's body with a sword.

  The sacred flame emerged from the opponent's body, making it burn blazingly.

  The demonic soul essence screams in flames.

   But it was quickly burned to ashes in the flames.

  The huge body was burned to ashes in the raging flames like the fuel of a torch.

  Typhus watched these damned humans murder a kinsman of a loving father.

   Even the soul was burned to ashes.

  If you want to be resurrected, you have to pay more price and time.

   "You will always be retaliated." Typhus said: "Don't think that the Lord of Plague is easy to mess with."

   "Then let it come, Typhus. When your **** is down, your face must be wonderful." Loken said in a mocking tone.

   "Delusion, you can't do it at all, God is immortal."

   "Then let us wait and see." Loken said with a smile: "You will see."

   The light has faded.

  Siro and many Ultraman fled to the depths of the universe with their scarred bodies.

   Along with them are a group of survivors who are unwilling to succumb to the darkness.

   Failed again and again.

  Companions also fell one by one.

  What hope is there for such a struggle.

  Ultra stars in the universe were captured by Beria's powerful army one by one.

   An unprecedented wave of darkness sweeps everything.

  Otto’s father died in battle, and the previous space garrison also suffered heavy casualties. Many garrison branches are now struggling to support, and it is only a matter of time before they are completely destroyed.

  This universe is hopeless.

  Sai Luo looked at the shrunken plasma spark tower in his hand. This Ultra Artifact that can leverage the power of light is still shining brightly today, transmitting infinite power to him.

  But this kind of power still looks very weak in the face of the vast and infinite army of darkness.

   "Where is the way forward?" Sai Luo recalled the entrustment of his father and several senior members of the Space Guard, and his heart, which had never been shaken, also became confused.

  The Kingdom of Light has failed, and the other Ultrastars who want to resist Beria, the Emperor of the Universe, and the dark army headed by the Chaos Demon God are nothing more than mantises and carts.

  (end of this chapter)