The wrath from the loving father slowly and irresistibly descends on the dark city of Comorragh, just like the lesions of infection on the human body. The plague and virus come quietly in the form of a series of slowly changing colors, yellow stripes Shadows the color of bruised flesh rose in the sky of the black sun of Comoros, and changes followed, spreading bit by bit through the narrow streets and urban areas.
Typhons stood on a high tower close to the arena. The slight cold wind in the distance was blowing the many runes hanging on his body. As a commander, he did not enter the arena immediately because he knew that once he appeared, The body will definitely be under siege.
The Eldar have an absolute numerical advantage here, and the more than 1,300 soldiers participating in the airborne drop are just a drop in the ocean in this city.
Typhons is not a commander who is good at fighting clever battles. Most of his victories come from the crushing force of troops and firepower. But this time he dared to take such a risk, it was not just reckless courage that was at work.
In fact, before he entered Comoros, he had already discovered that the city's ancient restrictions had been destroyed, which meant that it became possible to summon reinforcements from within the city.
The troops parachuted into Comorragh are actually decoys. They will attract all the attention of the Eldar and make them ignore the real danger.
This may be cruel to those soldiers who parachute into the center of the enemy.
Pity is just a trivial and distant concept to a Chaos Warlord, and together with countless other tiny fragments of humanity, they have been removed from the souls of people like Typhons during the transformation.
He has no need for pity or scruple, and has not recognized the necessity of these things for so long that they have become conceptually foreign.
In the past years, the former First Company Commander of the Death Guard Corps has experienced countless transformations. The rituals and baptisms that made him stronger have also irreversibly rewritten the essence of his soul.
"Very good, keep fighting."
The brief burst of laughter disappeared as quickly as a snuffed out candle, replaced by his usual sullen demeanor.
A roar attracted his attention. Typhons turned his head and watched an Eldar fighter plane take off from a platform on the south side. It flew into the sky that was gradually brightening with the roar of its propellers, and seemed to be rushing towards battlefield.
Typhons stared at the black fighter plane that had shrunk into a small dot, and saw clusters of bright morning stars hanging high in the void sky. It was the ongoing battle between the Plague Fleet and the Eldar Fleet. A large number of battleships had been seriously damaged. Many followers of the Plague God have perished in nothingness.
But fate has a way beyond all expectations.
"Sir, the location for the ceremony has been chosen."
At this time, a Withering Overlord Terminator stepped forward and bowed his head humbly.
Typhons nodded slightly, and his huge horns rose and fell accordingly.
"Okay, let's go there now."
Soon, Typhons walked down the tower. Everywhere he looked, he saw many dead Dark Eldar and the beasts they raised. All the corpses were covered with a layer of greasy sheen. In the dark corners, There were swirls of green and purple, as if something evil was whispering.
These visions now took on new meanings. Tiny noises kept coming, and something was moving furtively.
Soon, Typhons left the tower and headed to the location chosen by his followers.
It was a villa with a flat garden, perhaps a nobleman's residence. As soon as Typhons stepped in, a gurgling roar came, seemingly in response to him.
Twenty steps away, a huge shadow flashed out from the vegetation.
It was a clawed demon with human-like limbs, but extremely huge. Its long arms seemed to be enough to wrap around any century-old tree, and its rough claws could easily tear metal.
Apparently the owner of the mansion has not been cleared out.
"snort."
Typhons grunted in displeasure, and the master of the mansion was clearly ready for battle, unleashing a horde of beasts and many of the Cabal warriors, brandishing spiked rifles.
The Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest launched a charge without thinking too much.
Countless noises flew out of the other courtyard, hundreds of dark spirits rushed out of their hiding places, and at the same time, a large number of poison crystals followed, like a violent storm.
The surrounding Wither Overlord Terminators were bathed in the rain, with blood-like juice dripping from their bodies.
However, the injury only made their anger ferocious and their pace more steady.
At the call of Typhons' sorcery, a large number of Nurglings sprang out from the dark corners. They flew past the sharp swords of the Dark Eldar and pounced on their armor without fear.
These small creatures are like fragments, embedded in the enemy's exposed flesh, pulling the opponent's muscles.
Unable to bear the pain, some Dark Eldar slapped the tiny creatures with their hands, driving them away from the small but vicious wounds.
At this time, the clawed demon also screamed and jumped towards Typhons.
The Lord of Destruction Flies directly chopped off the head of the first Claw Demon with a scythe. The other Ugur tried to fight back with its long arms, but the Destruction Flies gushing out of Typhons stung it violently. .
Ugul howled in agony as the serrated jaws of the Doomfly bit its shoulder, and Typhons sent it with a heavy kick into the dark pool beside it.
Naugul tried to struggle in the black water. For a moment, it almost escaped from the water, frantically tearing at the poisonous insects that were about to pierce it.
But with a final scream of pain, it sank.
A Dark Eldar warrior in rich armor suddenly attacks Typhons, a twisted sword in each hand.
Typhons used his scythe to repel his opponent. At this time, another Ugur rushed over, stretched out a huge claw, and attacked Typhons' back.
But a large number of poisonous insects immediately surrounded the new prey.
The slaps were made innocently and in anger, making a series of muffled sounds and wet popping sounds.
At this time, the Dark Eldar warrior also launched the strongest blow. As a large amount of combat medicine was injected from the armor, his speed suddenly increased to an incredible level. Between the lightning and flint, a blade moved along Typhons. A row of cold sparks were slashed out from one side of his body, and the other stabbed into his thigh.
But Typhons's armor, which looks rotten, is not actually soft and cannot be easily cut or punctured.
In a sense, he was invulnerable. Even though the Dark Eldar burst out with a lot of power, it could only leave a small wound as wide as a finger on his Terminator armor.
Typhus grinned fiercely and contemptuously, and grabbed the Eldar by the throat, digging bloody ravines into its flesh with his sharp fingers.
