The appearance of a Night Lords Terminator on the battlefield inevitably caused a bit of a commotion among the Ultramarines - until they discovered that Sevatar was heading straight for the Plague Marines.
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The command has been updated. -Only Sevatar himself can see, the phantom of Jeanne d'Arc Alter floating beside him said this through the link of Otenaus's modified spiritual base, -From "repelling the Plague Marines" to "killing Tai Fons”. -
Savita used his peripheral vision to glance at Asclepius, who fell to the ground due to a bomb fired by Typhons's Terminator guard, and sneered:
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I can totally understand why the command turned out like this. -
The red flames rolled up the chain halberd in his hand out of thin air, and Sevatar flew past the fallen Asclepius at a speed that the cavalry-style Terminator armor could not usually achieve. After realizing this change, Typhons's guards raised their bolters one after another, and projectiles with filthy curses rained down on him. However, under the action of various force field generators on the armor, Nor do they cause any more damage than raindrops.
In an instant, the melee weapon attack ranges of the chain halberd and the war scythe overlapped.
One of the guards around Typhons came forward, intending to protect Nurgle's Chosen, and another guard brother beside him who was trying to help him free himself from the painful situation. He is confident in his martial prowess - and as a large Plague Marine, his wingspan is longer, and the range that his war scythe can harvest is also larger. He didn't know the origin of the Midnight Lord who suddenly appeared and came menacingly, but that didn't stop him from speculating: Even the Midnight Lord most likely doesn't often come into contact with alien weapons like the War Scythe. When dealing with the treacherous killing path of this weapon, I think optimistically that the opponent may feel confused and quickly reveal flaws.
This judgment itself was correct, but the problem with it was that he didn't know where this menacing Night Lord came from.
It is true that Yago Severtarion does not often come into contact with alien weapons such as war scythes, but he does not intend to deal with it seriously. To be honest, if we only look at the skills in using various weapons, he can only get an above-average result among the Astartes warriors during the Great Crusade - by no means very outstanding. But he did not have any motivation to further refine his technology under the comparison of his peers, because for him, this was enough.
Savita doesn't care too much about technology. He is just faster, stronger, and more powerful.
At such a close distance, the roar of the engines of both sides' weapons was clearly audible. At the same time that Typhons's guard raised his scythe, the high-speed rotating blade tip of the chain halberd had already dug into his throat at a dizzying speed. The Plague Warrior instinctively tried to turn the scythe back in anger, which was his usual practice. After receiving the blessing of the God of Plague, he had gained supernatural vitality and was accustomed to carrying wounds that seemed fatal to ordinary people. Wounds continued to fight—but he still couldn't move fast enough.
The speed with which he turned the sickle blade could not match the slashing action of the chain saw in Sevatar's hand. Although the Plague Marine's body looks decayed and fragile, it actually possesses supernatural hardness and toughness. This is why he dares to withstand the enemy's weapons and continue to attack. He may never understand how the other party cut his torso in half with the ease of cutting through butter with a hot knife.
Your previous path has been cut off! ——He vaguely heard such a verdict.
There was definite pain in his still intact mind. The false comfort from the gods was forcibly stripped away, and normal perception returned to his limbs. He felt like everything about him was burning, and every breath he took was accompanied by severe pain - no, was he still breathing? Can he still breathe with his current body?
The Night Lord's bat-winged helmet moved away from him without any hesitation, as if it had completely lost interest in it. The flames of anger and hatred wrapped around one of Typhons's guards, using the corpse oil or other filth on his fat body as fuel, completely igniting him into an oversized torch. His skin and flesh melted away like wax in such flames, revealing the bones underneath that had long been deformed due to disease. The consciousness that returned to clarity due to pain at the last moment drove him to scream loudly. Maybe there was only pain in it, maybe there was regret in it, but this could not change anything.
Two seconds later, his deformed skull fell to the ground. He should have no body tissue that can continue to make sounds, but the skull is still screaming miserably until his soul is burned away together.
——At this time, the guard who wanted to help Typhons get rid of the Emperor's Talisman in his chest was also killed under Sevatar's swift offensive.
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Uh-huh. - Jeanne d'Arc Alter made a sound of disgust without concealing it. -You could obviously split the previous one's head in half just like you did this. Do you have to intentionally leave his head open so he can scream? ——
No? -Sevita replied while quickly disposing of the "remaining parts" of the Plague Marine, -You have to let me find some fun for myself in the boring work-We didn't see what happened before, but from the current situation Judgment, killing "Typhons" will not be more difficult than killing a dog. -
The Night Lords never cared much about honor. Savita would love to have someone who could lower the difficulty of the battlefield for him in advance.
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We don’t get to know him much, but Dr. Asclepius is an idiot. - He commented like this, - How can a doctor rush to the front line without escort? --
Even if he was indeed an idiot, he was a Chaldean idiot. - Jeanne d'Arc Alter replied, the hatred coming from Otenaus was also burning in Sevita's heart, - hurry up and finish what you are doing, the real target is still breathing. -
Communication between thoughts is always very fast, and it takes less than a second for the two of them to complete the transmission of these useless information. Two of the seven-man battle formation guarded by Typhons had been eliminated. Seeing this, the remaining five immediately increased their firepower output, drove away the ultramarines who were still entangled nearby, and found a way to free up three of them to return for reinforcements. Typhons.
Typhons himself seemed to have somewhat recovered from this endless torture, and had somewhat recovered some of the pain tolerance that a Space Marine should have. His guards did not complete the work of removing the foreign object from the chest, but the man at least left his rusty short knife on the bone plate of Typhons's chest that was slowly healing. The tendons in his arm had healed under the blessing, but they were still shaking with pain. He did not choose to continue dealing with the problem of a cursed talisman in the heart, but first picked up the war scythe again:
His guards are still coming, but the evil Night Lord is right in front of him.
Typhons reluctantly raised the scythe and used its seemingly fragile but actually extremely strong long handle to block the chop of the chain saw halberd. Then he struggled under the opponent's attack and managed to stand up from the ground again, hoarsely and painfully. The voice asked: "Who are you? Why do you side with the lackeys of the damned?"
He didn't get an answer, but there was still a deep and terrifying voice that had been processed by the voice-changing mechanism and flowed out from the other party's breathing grid:
"'Karas Typhon,' I'm here for you."
He got a very Night Lord reply. Among them, the title given to him also made him feel angry and at the same time a warning sign in his heart.
"My name is 'Typhons'!" His three guards had already stepped forward, so Typhons could continue to speak nonsense while slowly retreating, "The great Lord of Plague——"
"Yes, yes. I heard about you changing your name." Even though the voice of the Night Lord had been mechanically made as thunderous and terrifying, Typhons still heard the undisguised insouciance and impatience from it. , "Your new master gave you the name 'Typhons', right? But for me, I have only heard of the Captain of the Death Guard named 'Karas Typhons'."
Typhons freed one hand to hold the handle of the short knife inserted into his heart, and once again tried to dig out the foreign object from his body. The pain caused by this injury was almost negligible compared to the torment of the rotting veins coursing through his body. The hail of bullets from the Ultramarines rained down on him, but as usual failed to penetrate the force field and cause damage to him. His two guards used psychic spells to support him in a small safe area, but they were not able to penetrate the force field and cause damage to him. The other three who came forward——
- They only succeeded in stalling him for seven seconds. Under the burning flames like red lotus, they were easily cut into pieces, minced into minced meat, or melted and disappeared with black smoke.
Their sacrifice cannot be said to be meaningless. At least in these seven seconds, Typhons successfully dug out the damn talisman from his heart, at the cost of a large and jagged hole in his chest. But as long as the Emperor's psychic powers do not continue to harm him, such wounds are no big deal to a favored Plague Marine.
He is the forerunner of a loving father on earth and an important messenger in spreading the blessings of the garden. A loving father would not just watch him die like this. Typhons believed so firmly.
In fact, he has already considered quitting. Almost all of the soldiers he brought were lost in the port battlefield for no reason, and they did not even get close to the temple of the cursed. This was undoubtedly a serious and despicable failure, and he could fully imagine that he would be severely punished after returning to the warp - but he would be punished if he went back, and he would only die if he stayed here. It’s the lesser of two evils, and everyone knows which one to choose.
Nurgle's Chosen chanted a spell, trying to force a rift to the warp in place. This place is located on the protective perimeter of the Emperor's Temple, and similar spells should have been interfered with, but Typhons still got a feeling of success. This proved that his loving father was still watching him and had not given up on him, which made him ecstatic. It only takes one more second for him to hide himself behind the curtain and leave this damn place——
He didn't have another second left. The Night Lord Terminator, who was walking on the flames, had already thrust the chain saw into the unhealed hole in his chest at a speed that left no one with time to react. With a horizontal pull, the single-molecule chain blade struck him accurately. Another diseased heart was twisted into rotten flesh.
Another pain, similar to the one before but slightly different, began to explode within Typhons' body. The flames of anger and revenge burned everything about him mercilessly. At this time, almost all of his loving father's gift was used to open the subspace rift, and his recovery speed could not keep up with the burning speed of the violent flames. In fact, his opponent had no intention of stopping. Even though he had suffered such severe and almost fatal psychic damage, the Night Lord still calmly turned his weapon around, and the next blow of the chain halberd would obviously fall on him. above the neck.
Now using the war scythe, Typhons may still be able to resist, but he has completely lost all fighting spirit. He took the initiative to let his soul break away from the body that would most likely end up here, hoping that at least part of himself could escape unnoticed back to his father's garden. But almost at the same time, slender wooden stakes and iron stakes grew out of thin air on the ground under his feet. Almost at the speed of throwing a gun, he was completely nailed to the spot before he had time to react - also His broken spirit and flesh were nailed together at the same time.
A second passed, and the subspace rift opened normally, but he could no longer successfully escape into it. The red flames began to roll up from the ground quickly, engulfing him in an instant. In the few seconds before he was completely melted into the high temperature, Typhons asked the question again with the scream of his soul:
"who are you?!"
The Night Lord who forced him into a desperate situation just sneered:
"I am anger, revenge, and judgment." Sevatar said.
The Chosen God of Nurgle, Lord of Disease, Lord of the Destruction Flies, Traveler Typhons, one of the great enemies that has plagued the empire for thousands of years, died completely at the port of Tyros - but Sevatar was still a step too late. , behind him, Asclepius's body in reality had turned into golden light spots a few seconds ago and dissipated into the air.
With the Chosen dead, the Plague God's touch could no longer reach the outskirts of the Emperor's protected city. The remaining two Plague Marine Terminator Guards lost their backbone and blessing at the same time, and for a moment they overestimated their capabilities and wanted to avenge their leader. It is a pity that they are no better than their brothers. It only took less than three seconds for Sevita to finish off the weakened two people.
But then, after the common enemy disappeared, he had to face the various weapons of the ultramarines who were surrounded by high-spirited fighters. In this regard, Savita happened to have rich experience some time ago:
"I surrender!" The First Captain of the Night Lords dropped the chain halberd in his hand without hesitation, raised his hands, and loudly announced to all the hostile eyes around him.
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Pfft. -Joan of Arc Alter mocked in a way that only he could hear, -You get scared so quickly. -
Miwu (six o'clock)
(End of chapter)
