The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Everything is wrong."

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Typhons stood in the shrine where the Ceremony was held on the Terminus, calmly watching the battleships of the Dark Eldar circling in the distance, like sharks made of black crystal and malice.

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Suddenly, a stinging pain like maggots that gnawed at the bone marrow climbed up the ridge of the first company commander of the 14th Army Corps, pulling him out of his gloomy thoughts and returning him to the state just now.

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It's a unique thrill, a feeling that can only mean one thing—

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The loving father urged him.

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He turned around and looked at a round building in the temple, it was a real wooden church, with gnarled tree roots coiled around, just like the stones in the main hall.

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On both sides of the temple are rock mud owls, and there is a large concave chisel on the side, which looks like a rotten wound. Dirt and stones are scattered on the ground, and in the middle is a toad. The stone on his body is larger than a person, and his smooth face is still Strange markings, yellow moss covered with a curled mark.

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A shining trickle flows out of it, splashing down beside the bulging mound.

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When the water ran through the textured sludge, it smelled salty, and there were a lot of flies and insects, and the humming of the water made the air vibrate, and the carrion-colored and fatty flowers gathered under the mound, filled the empty space.

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The air was filled with thick smoke and the sour smell of rotting plants.

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Dirty nurglings crawled out of the large holes cut in the hills, laughing at each other, the hard roots between the two holes had dense oval scabs, and there seemed to be something in the tangled rotting plants, a kind of greasy The miasma seeped out from the inside, and when the light shot in, the air became more suffocating and smelly, and the air seemed to be buzzed by thousands of flies.

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At this moment, a burst of strong light burst out from the holographic imager. It was a frigate that was shattered and the remnants of the cloud spread into a perfect sphere, and then its particles were swept away by the churning mental energy flow and scattered.

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But Typhonse's attention was completely focused on the ceremony.

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With the murmurs of the surrounding Plague Acolytes, Typhonse's mind flashed a series of concepts, and then refined them into navigation coordinates.

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Found!

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Typhons slammed open his eyes, his eyes of burning green flames looked at the turbulent hurricane rolled up by invisible energy, twisted like a tumor in space.

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His rotten heart beat violently, and he found the position of Yin Sha's daughter!

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"First Company Commander, we should inform the Primarch."

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The thick voice of Nucreon Rotis came from behind Typhons, but he only responded with a contemptuous laugh.

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"Didn't you tell me long ago?"

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The two were now standing inside the trembling bridge of the Terminus, when a round of volleys of light spears shot across the observation window of the bridge, like a dazzling tide of light.

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The Terminus carries a glorious history. In the past years, it has served as a pioneer in the expedition fleet of the human empire, opened up territory for the great expedition, and created the prosperity of the empire.

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But now, it's just rotten wood in a rotting quagmire, given a humiliating fate.

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The Plague Fleet has already fully engaged with the combined fleet of the Eldar, relying on the defense facilities of Comoros itself - although it has been partially destroyed by the raging psionic storm, the Eldar and the Plague Fleet are evenly matched and even have the upper hand.

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"Captain, I mean, we should wait for the primarch's response and instructions."

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Typhonse's words were all farts, and he was smiling as he recalled the joy of finding Yinsha's daughter.

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His efforts were so fruitful at such a fortuitous moment that Typhons felt that his place in the great song was rising, that his **** was a true God of mercy, and that he would surely reward him beyond measure.

"Then you can wait here."

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"First company commander, I don't think I need to remind you, whose orders everyone in the fleet obeys."

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Typhons turned around and lit two green flames behind the dirty goggles of the helmet.

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"We only listen to the loving father!

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With the sudden anger of the Lord of Destruction Fly Nest, the surrounding enslaved crew members groaned together, and those mortals were locked in their positions, and their bodies would be used to fuel the surrounding engines.

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And those on the verge of death, or what Typhons thought was useless, were left on the lower decks, huddled in the dark, waiting for the last frenetic moments of their lives.

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"you-"

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Behind the twisted helmet, Nucreon Rotis also let out an angry growl, but then a voice washed away the anger in his heart.

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let's get down a book

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"Master of the colony, the primarch has recovered, and everything is acting according to the wishes of the first company commander."

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After a low snort, Nucreon Rotis was too lazy to say anything.

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Typhons noticed the change in the other party's attitude, so he guessed that someone must have said something to him, so he stopped talking with this "deputy".

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The first step has been completed, so he turns his intellectual focus to the next step.

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Typhons turned to the rune board on the armrest of the throne, his fingers snapping on the ivory buttons.

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"Navigate, change course, engine full speed."

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As the crew carried out their orders, they responded in unison with crisp confirmations, the engines of numerous battleships roaring around the Terminus, its plasma drives pushing it to a turbulent tangle.

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The subject of Comoros swelled in the observation screen, slowly submerging the entire screen in its churning malice.

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But on the way to Comoros, there is still a layer of obstacles that cannot be broken through, those **** alien warships.

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The road ahead must be cleared!

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The dark energy flowed violently against the Terminus, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Her void shield ignited, and flickering flames illuminated the night sky.

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Attacks came from all directions, orchestrated with a collaboration unimaginable to the human mind, and the cruisers and frigates around the Terminus retaliated, unleashing lances, macro cannons, and nova cannons to pour ammunition on everyone, but None hit.

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The small battleship of the Eldar quickly disappeared into the void, then appeared several hundred kilometers away, and fired at the fleet again.

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Suddenly, the bridge alarm bells rang loudly, the crew's tentacles hurriedly shuttled between the consoles, and the iron bones of the Terminus groaned and creaked in the violent spatial ripples - the aftermath of the Eldar pulse cannon.

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Other than a sudden hunger rushing unsuspectingly into his mind, Typhons hardly noticed the approaching ships of the Terminus until they opened fire in unison.

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The bridge shook during the attack, and Typhons grabbed the armrest of the throne with his hands.

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"Stabilize the shield!"

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"Master, the energy threshold of the shield is close to the critical point!"

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A crew member shouted in response, and the upper body, which was half human and half tentacles, lay on the monitor, and read the Kraft note written in corpse water that slipped from the mouth of a machine servant.

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Typhons could hear the tension in the crew's voice, so clearly it was carved into the air with invisible ink.

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