"What a poor little-"
Just when Typhons was about to crush the bug in his hand, suddenly, an impact came from behind. Typhons staggered a few steps, and then threw the prey on his hand to the ground.
A snake man sneaked up behind him at some point and tried to cut his head open 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 with both hands, turned around and thrust the curved scythe blade into the nape of the snake man's belly.
It was a rough, savage, less than graceful attack, more of a rage than a martial art or move.
The snake-man twitched and swung its two-handed weapons wildly, but its hands could not reach its foe.
Typhus grunted and thrust the 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-eared gun aimed at his chest. Typhons did not dodge, but pounced straight at the poor guy.
The Dark Eldar took a step back in surprise, and the bullet he fired seriously missed the target.
Typhonse snatched the bladed poison crystal lance from its hands with a snap, and let out a furious war cry that was enough to make the timid, pointed-eared creature turn and run away.
He escaped quickly, but not fast enough - Typhons hooked the scythe on Pointy Ear's shoulder, and the pain made the other man's body twist like a snake, growling, spitting, and struggling to escape.
Then Typhus threw it face down into the blood, pinning it in place with his scythe, then stamped on its back, watching as the Eldar's armor and bones broke like dead branches.
He felt... very happy about it.
Soon, Typhons' team rushed into the mansion from the front yard.
There were still many Dark Eldar fighting there, but Typhons didn't want to waste any more time. He took a deep breath and sang a fatal song.
The power of witchcraft flows in the air, stretching many human skin furniture and twisting the walls, making these dead creatures full of greedy desire for blood and torn flesh.
The Dark Eldar's cruel laughter quickly turned into panicked screams when they saw everything around them begin to change.
This time, the Warp answered them.
The hall echoed with shrill cries, and speckled shadows appeared on the dark floor. They were covered with moss, vines and algae. Their long curved claws were covered with lichen, and their faces with dull smiles were covered with peat. , the rotten debris is like an ugly mask, and the eyes are like two purple flames, burning all the time.
The first notes of the daemons of Nurgle pierce the depths of the senses of all Eldar, their voices as sharp as frost.
They were less like predators and more like butchers, their gnarled claws ripping armor and flesh and their heavy horns crushing bone as they staggered toward the Dark Eldar.
Typhons saw a screaming Eldar almost torn in half, the gardener from the Father's Garden holding up the bloody body, the herpes-covered head tilted back, grinning, then the blood was like spring It poured down like a shower.
The Dark Eldar tried to fight back, the pulses from their heavy weapons falling like jagged bolts of lightning and raining down among the fatherly people.
But they were unmoved, and even if these caused some damage, they didn't care at all.
In the whirlpool of rusty knives and dull swords, Typhonse was not idle either. He whirled in the circle surrounded by many Eldar, swinging her scythe wildly, but he was not a cornered beast, nor was he in need. prey that is hunted or tortured.
He is the killer!
Soon, bodies lay at Typhons' feet.
At this moment, an Eldar wearing black and gold armor opened his eyes in horror and tried to run past Typhons.
Typhonse reached for the thing almost without thinking.
"no no!"
The person who was caught was the owner of this mansion, a senior member of the black-hearted conspiracy, but now his position was of no use. Under the iron fist of the Lord of the Destroyed Fly's Nest, his shouts turned into a gurgling howl. Call.
After a few seconds, Typhons dropped the body, and most of the Eldar in the mansion were either dead or had fled.
"Without further ado, let's begin the ceremony."
After giving the order, Typhons turned to head to the courtyard, but stopped at the threshold to enjoy the silent darkness.
For a moment it was just him and the darkness.
He breathed it, drank the void into his body.
At this time, the followers had piled the bodies of the Dark Eldar in the courtyard and began to perform dark rituals.
Typhons raised his head, and the cold light fluttered like snowflakes in the hall, 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, sliding against the surface of the armor and trembling, and then repaired the cracks in his armor caused by the battle. whole.
After a while, Typhons walked out. It looked like he was standing on a piece of grass illuminated by the moonlight, but what was crawling under his feet was actually tentacle-like limbs. Thousands of them crawling on the ground felt it. The presence of Typhons gathered around his feet and swayed twitchingly.
"let's start."
Along with the jerky incantation, a complex magic circle appeared surrounded by the corpses of the Eldar.
At first it was just a slowly sliding ink shadow, but the little creatures flying around began to become restless, and the shadow turned into a whirlwind of tentacles and teeth, chewing on the Eldar flesh, making it look like a fog. Blood rose from the corpse.
Typhonse's right hand gripped the long handle of the scythe, the signature weapon of the First Captain, and let its weight drag on his arm. Like an anchor, for a darkness buzzed harshly at the edges of his thoughts.
A strange, strong smell began to fill the air—sweet and pungent, like flowers blooming from corpse flesh.
Typhons had already seen a powerful force, and the buzzing vibrations of the other party spread throughout his body and bones.
It is pushing back the curtain of reality, moving forward steadily with heavy steps.
The Death Guard Captain felt a creeping, electric sensation coursing through his blood, like insects coursing through his veins, a buzzing sound echoing in his head, and flashes of black and silver in his vision. The edges appear and disappear.
Five minutes later, with the last spell, the pile of corpses exploded violently, sending bone fragments flying everywhere.
From the subspace vortex, a large piece of festering flesh appeared.
Soon, its lower body split into two tree stump-like legs, its trunk was broken, and rotten internal organs flowed out from the cracks in the trunk. Its pale yellow horns pierced his shoulders, crackling in the stinky air, and its legs The arms are like rotten tree trunks.
And on the monster's rotten face, one eye suddenly opened and stared out angrily.
But after seeing Typhons, its expression softened.
"Ah, Typhonse, my good friend, I knew you needed my help."
Typhons nodded and said to the demon prince:
"Murphydust, I need your help."
Mephidustor is a demon prince who worships the evil god Nurgle, nicknamed "The Plaguemaker", but he prefers to brag about his reputation as the "Artisan of a Thousand Plagues" to others.
But unlike many demon princes, Mephidustor was once just a mortal.
