Although it is said that Typhons is still under the command of the original body, in fact, Typhons was not recalled by Mortarion for this collective action. In fact, it was he who blew the horn of war, and it was Mortarion who responded. Following his call——
Of course, this cannot be said externally.
But Typhons knew the importance of this operation to his master. Isa was Nurgle's most cherished treasure. If he lost her, his loving father would be extremely sad. This is something that no son of the plague would like to see.
Similarly, if the goal can be achieved, then as a commander, Typhons will also receive supreme glory.
Therefore, for this operation, he vowed to do whatever it takes.
When believers gathered in the spacious temple at the center of the Terminus to pray, Typhons was standing in front of the shrine filled with candles and braziers. Enthusiasm and belief danced in his eyes, and shadows twisted in the darkness outside the candlelight. Moving and rolling.
His prayers are dedicated to his Master, and he likes to come here to worship because here he feels closer to his loving Father.
The sickly chants of the Plague Priests surrounded Typhons, enveloping him and echoing in the enclosed space of the prayer room.
Apart from that, almost no other sound can be heard.
There were only hisses, groans and low screams as those beings that broke through the veil of the physical world were making their voices heard, and the natives of the warp were joining in the prayers, which was a good omen.
Soon, the prayer reached its final stage.
As usual, all but Typhonse delivered tedious reiterations of their father's benevolence.
The closest to Typhons is Feroz, the latest champion of the Blight Overlord - who not long ago ended the life of his predecessor.
In the eyes of some, this champion is a bit reckless or even stupid, but Typhons doesn't see it that way, because most Blight Overlord Terminators have a hidden desire for power, always looking for opportunities to overthrow their masters. It's a generally accepted fact among the Legion, and one that Typhons himself apparently agrees with.
However, he had no such worries about Feroz. He was a war hound, fierce and loyal, and a devout killer with a firm sense of responsibility. Even if Typhons ordered him to saw off his own arm, he would not hesitate. Implement.
So the reason is that simple, Typhons trusts him, although this trust is implicit, and he has rarely trusted others.
After all, everything can be learned, but loyalty is irreplaceable.
Suddenly, Typhons felt a servant wandering at the entrance to the prayer room. He could smell the stench of its rotting flesh and hear its uneven breathing like a file.
It had been hiding there for some time, but it knew better than to disturb his meditation.
Finally, the people chanted the prayer of Barbarus, and then a deep and loud bell was rung.
Everyone fell into silence.
For a moment, Typhons turned around, and the servo device on his thick armor made a blocking low sound. Since he joined the Legion, his armor has been with him, just like his body. Part of him.
He walked over and towered over the hunchbacked servant crouched before him.
"explain."
"The original body sent a message that the secret path has been opened, respected master."
the robed corrupt creature hissed, eyes lowered in resignation.
"Very well, inform Giovanni that they will meet me on the bridge."
"As you wish, Master."
The poor guy stepped back and bowed, but Typhons didn't pay attention to it anymore. His consciousness was already occupied by more thoughts, only thinking about the upcoming battle ahead. He had stayed on the Terminus for too long. .
Those pointed ears always thought that their little trick had blocked the Fourteenth Legion in the webway. Little did they know that this was also the legion's plan, to let them focus on the front line. When the rear was neglected, Typhons would give them Bring a big "surprise".
He would tell the aliens that the lair they thought was impregnable was just a leaky sieve.
And he has a bigger plan.
Typhons knew that the evil god Slaanesh had been coveting these alien souls. If he dedicated all these souls to his loving father, wouldn't he be able to severely humiliate the god of indulgence?
What could be more glorious than this?
Typhons subconsciously clenched the handle of the scythe with his left hand, feeling a shiver pass through his body system that had become sluggish.
Now, he desires to kill.
Also longing for her.
It was time to praise his loving father in the most pleasing way—
Kill in His name!
At this time, in a small network channel near Comoros, a warship that seemed to be the size of an ordinary merchant ship and without any indication was slowly moving forward. There was only a line of High Gothic text on its bow.
Dick number.
Regardless of the name, just the two huge circular propulsion devices at its tail also make its appearance very imaginative.
"Lorken, is your boat okay? It has only been running for a long time before it broke down."
In the messy and narrow bridge, he was wearing a shabby navy uniform. A skull with missing teeth was painted on the back of the gray coat. He was wearing a red afro wig, his right eye was covered by a black eyepatch, and he had a pair of glasses on his waist. Rozim, who had modified the bolt gun, was grumbling at Loken who was busy on the console.
"It's so procrastinating. If the event ends, wouldn't it be in vain for us to run away?"
"Damn, who knows, that ancient gate you brought had such strong radiation that it almost blew up the engine! It's not easy to drive this far."
Loken complained, turned on the communicator, and said to the power cabin:
"How's the situation over there?"
"It's stable."
"Okay, let's restore 27% of the power first."
At this time, Hank Evans, who was wearing a loose black coat and black trousers, with his greasy head parted in the middle, and a laser pistol hanging on a rope on his shoulder, suddenly pointed outside and said:
"Boss, boss! There's something there."
"Um?"
Rozim took a closer look and found that there was indeed something there. It looked like a survival cabin in size.
Others on the bridge quickly noticed what was floating in the void.
"Want to take it over and take a look? But I feel..."
Loken was not wearing the red robe before, but changed to black.
For the sake of safety, Rozim decided that everyone should dress up as pirates. In order to increase the authenticity, some elements of chaos had to be added.
Even Keren's skin was dyed red, and a Khorne-style helmet was buckled on his head.
"Bring it over here and take 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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