Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

Immediately behind Larder, Morgan's body didn't look highly mutated from the front at first glance. However, there were three tentacles growing out of his back in the shape of a perfect equilateral triangle while using the proliferating mutations on his body to roll up Morgan's body. Something that could be roughly seen as a detection machine was tapping inside the mycelium on the wall, while he was mumbling something in a voice that was severely distorted by being blessed too much. It was impossible for normal people to hear clearly. The words of Light and bright.

"I can't see it."

Larder stretched his hand towards the corridor wall and gently touched a piece of flesh that was very close to a fungus entangled in the lamp, which provided the lamp with brightness changes in a biological way, causing it to emit light. There was a groan of dissatisfaction - something slippery slipped out of the piece of meat, but it soon disappeared into the mouth of a bug with fangs that emerged from God knows where.

"The numbers, the numbers are wrong - it shouldn't be like this, there shouldn't be numbers like this in the Terminus."

Morgan muttered in reply to Larder, raised his arm, and casually touched a face that had been integrated with the ship itself for who knows how many years, with only a trace left, and Before the face's mouth closed, he withdrew his swollen fingers in time, and sent the scraped mucus into a skull on his waist. He could see the movements of his companion, including Lald. The Plague Marines inside all stopped and entered a state of alert - admittedly, they didn't quite understand what Morgan's blabbering words meant, but something was wrong with the Terminus now, and they could still understand. of.

Just, the next moment......

“——————!!”

Accompanied by the unique alarm sound inside the Terminus that sounded like the sigh of a dying patient, the light emitted by all the lighting-related things in the corridor where Lald's team was located suddenly dimmed several levels. At the same time, Several walls of corruption were also violently blasted open. A large cloud of plague composed of miasma and pus exploded - the plague warriors, realizing what had happened, quickly entered combat mode, raised their weapons as quickly as possible, and incorporated the father's gift into the barrel of their guns. , blasted into the clouds not far away - in the eyes of these Nurgle warriors, no matter who was attacking, from the moment they actually ignored the defense mechanism of the Terminus and launched the surprise attack, the outcome would be It is already doomed, and all they have to do is to give the love of a loving father equally to these daring things.

However, the answer these plague warriors received was...

The sound of bolter fire

.

A long fire that shrieked all the flesh and blood fungi along the way and turned them into ashes.

One of the most forward plague warriors lost most of his abdominal cavity to a plasma ball.

Melta grenades rolled down into their array.

Finally, there was a Space Marine who rushed out of the thick fog of plague, his right arm dyed a dark red like dusk.

"!!!"

Seeing the emblems on the shoulders of these Space Marines that should have been lost in history, Rard suddenly widened his overly mutated eyes, and touched his waist to send this information. However, his The body that had been infected by the plague of Nurgle for too long had forgotten the meaning of the word agility. The reflexes of his brain, which was mostly soaked in rot, could not even keep up with the speed of the warriors rushing towards him - when he had just The moment he touched the trigger button of the communicator, the sword with golden flames flashed in front of him.

Then, there is real silence.

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In a slightly empty hall, Typhons stopped in his footsteps, his mutated pupils looking at the road ahead with a scrutinizing gaze. Although this long and narrow passage seemed to have no problem, Typhons decided Follow your instincts and don’t step into them.

After all, despite not receiving any report feedback from other teams, Grandfather God's personal choice has already obtained through the "whisper" of the Terminus and the little guy from the loving father's family who has been jumping around at his feet. The news that the two teams were completely destroyed - from the analysis of the "fragments" told to him by the Terminus, Typhons realized that the reason why the Plague Marines in these two teams, who had been born and died with him for hundreds of years, did not fight back The force was cut to death because the enemy they faced did not seem to be afraid of the simple blessing of a loving father, and even had the ability to walk proudly among the clouds of plague. This is not good, this is very bad. Of course, Typhons has plenty of ways to make them realize their mistakes and join the family of a great and loving father.

"Swarm of flies."

After muttering something incomprehensible in his throat, Typhons, holding his scythe 'Human Reaper', patiently activated the blessing from his loving father, making the dense swarm of destruction demon flies uncontrollable. flew out of the pipe behind him. As soon as these Nurgle creatures, who had been dormant in their lairs for a long time, came into contact with the moist and deadly pathogen-filled air flowing inside the Terminus, they all revealed their ferocious nature. They moved around wildly and erratically. The air was swimming like dirty clouds one after another - for a moment, Typhons even felt that his loving father Nurgle had begun to look at him and began to cheer him up for the battle he was about to face.

"Go and give your father's love to all beings within."

Feeling that the number of swarms of destruction flies he had released was enough, the traveler nodded with satisfaction, grunted slightly in his throat, and ordered these cute little things to fly into the passage. The swarm of destruction flies that received the order wasted no time and turned into a long and narrow black torrent, filling the entire passage with an airtight seal in an instant.

——Then the collective was burned to ashes.

"???!!!!"

When that wisp of irrefutable golden flame from the perspective of subspace spurted out from the passage, the destroyer flies sent out by Typhons were reduced to ashes along with the fatherly blessings they carried. At the same time, the vigilance in the traveler's heart reached its maximum at the same time - the instinct transformed from thousands of battles allowed him to quickly issue orders. The moment he cut off the connection with the Nurgle creations that were being burned, and The warriors around him completed a beautiful defensive counterattack together - in an instant, the sound of explosions, rising fire, billowing plague clouds, and death screams of Nurgle's creations being destroyed violently shook the place. The hall fills up. As a result, even as powerful as Typhons, he had to raise his energy to stare into the billowing smoke, trying hard to use the equipment on his body to determine the situation in the smoke - the interference was too strong, and the God of Plague's Choice could not Use psychic powers to peer into reality.

Who is the opponent? Was the opponent hurt by his counterattack? Has the opponent been embraced by the blessings of a loving father?

The next second, time seemed to have stopped - the faces of Traveler Typhons and the ancient plague warriors around him, which had been integrated with their helmets, showed expressions called 'surprise'. .

"No, Jialuo, the dusk attacker...this is impossible, you have long..."

Looking at the first person stepping out of the poisonous yellow-brown smoke, wearing a Mark VI power armor inlaid with the Supreme Sky Eagle, holding a power sword with inscriptions on it, one could tell at a glance that it was an extremely ancient power sword. The old warrior, and the dozens of right-arm pauldrons and gauntlets that walked out behind him were painted a dark red like dried blood. On his shoulders was an Astartes with a crest that was half a sun and half a skull. Typhons couldn't help but He tightened his grip on his scythe - he finally knew the source of the panic that had been lingering in his heart, and he finally knew the answer to why the Terminus failed to detect traces of the gang hoppers!

"It's time to pay your debt, traitor."

What answered Typhons was Garro's deep and angry roar, and the explosive bombs fired by the veterans behind him.

30. The Battle of Nurgle’s Garden—Typhons in Embarrassment

do you have the guts

Facing the initial glory of the Fourteenth Legion?

Before today, if a brave and courageous being broke through to Typhons and asked him such a question, Typhons would definitely respond with laughter and swarms of flies in the sky - as the first among the Death Guards Embracing the existence of 'original truth', embracing the cycle of life with a pure and joyful attitude, Typhons, who became the pioneer of a great and loving father walking in the world, has already abandoned his past. What he is now concerned about are only things related to the great grandfather God - he tirelessly spreads his father's blessings to the real world, destroys his father's enemies, and laughs at the fools who are completely unable to understand his father. Waiting for the day when my loving father recognizes my efforts and allows me to step into the vibrant garden in the supreme sky with an extraordinary attitude and become an eternal member of my loving father's family - yes, this is not a matter of course. Of? There are so many mortal beings who have entered the truly immortal world because of the mercy of the loving father. How come I, Typhons, the chief divine choice of the loving father, do not have this opportunity?

But now, Typhons discovered that this problem has never left him. His abandonment of his past was just his wishful thinking. It has been sleeping deep in his incomplete mortal soul, waiting for an explosion. 'The time - just like now, just like now!

"You are already dead - you cannot exist in reality. Ah, let me think about it, you were brought out by that mummy, right? It's really ridiculous - is he promoting his 'truth' to you like this? After you chose to turn your back on your genetic father?”

However, Typhons is Typhons after all, Nurgle's first choice. Although the traveler was taken aback by the unexpected opponent who appeared on the Terminus, his fighting instinct allowed him to not only successfully call out the foul power of the Supreme Heaven before the explosive bombs and other long-range firepower came. He and his Plague Marines restructured the defense line, and also threw several special corruption grenades as a quick counterattack. As these special grenades exploded one by one in a set order, the decaying power of Nurgle Garden violently The ground rose up from the depths of the smoke, and quickly merged into the air and spread to every corner of the hall. In an instant, the burned lichen and moss grew vigorously again, and the dried fungi also trembled and grew new spores-- The cycle with death is re-established, and Nurgle's power seems to have gained the upper hand?

"The word betrayal comes from your mouth, so ridiculous that it makes me panic, Typhon."

Facing Typhons's ridicule, facing the Plague Warriors in front of him who had raised their weapons, and facing the rolling Nurgle clouds around him, Gallo looked calm and took a step forward gently, while behind him The dusk attackers also took a step simultaneously. Along with their movements, a strange bell sounded faintly, shaking every table, every chair, every flower and every tree inside the Terminus - Nurgle The evil force cowers in the sound of the bell, and the warrior's anger grows in the sound of the bell.

"I already knew the truth - you are all lies!"

Feeling the slight trembling of the deck of the Terminus under his feet, breathing the air that was a little too hot for him, looking at the flies flying around him, his spirit began to weaken, and he realized that Jialuo and the others might have brought Typhons let out a roar that was completely impossible for him to make under normal circumstances, and stepped forward with the human reaper in hand, pointing the rotten scythe full of poison from Nurgle Garden directly at Gallo's head—— His spiritual energy has overflowed throughout his body, and Grandfather God's Chief Chosen has devoted himself wholeheartedly to this battle.

And the answer he got was the slightly golden blue light that cut through the plague miasma freely.

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My mind is in a mess...

There was a feeling in the mouth, a feeling that Typhons had forgotten a long time ago.

This smell, is it the smell of rust? Is there any iron in your mouth that is rusty? No, this is the taste of blood - but why does blood taste in my mouth?

His lungs seemed to be filled with blades, and every breath seemed to inhale more blades into his lungs. However, Typhons remembered that after he received the gift, these feelings had already left him long ago. Yet? Why...?

"Are you really worthy of being called 'alive'?"

Jialuo's voice entered the traveler's slightly clouded mind. A burst of more intense pain pulled Typhons's consciousness back to reality. The moment his breathing stabilized again, the traveler realized that he was just with the ranger. The knight just passed a move. His scythe was parried by Jialuo's sword, and Jialuo's fist hit him hard in the abdomen. In theory, this blow should not cause much damage to him, but why?

However, on the battlefield, Typhons did not have so much time to think about this problem, not to mention that his over-blessed soul did not support him thinking about the problem too quickly. As a blue sword light swept towards his face again, Typhons gathered his mind and activated his spiritual power again. While strengthening his body and weapons, he also pushed the swarm of destroyer flies towards him. Jialuo's limbs and bones - although he had roughly understood Jialuo's existence pattern in front of him, he had sufficient confidence in this attack.

"clang----"

Heavy, like a bell being struck

The sound rippled out from the collision of the two weapons, sputtering out a few supernatural sparks, and the corruption under the two warriors exploded instantly due to the backlash of the powerful force. Gallo stood still, while Typhons' knees were slightly bent. The swarm of destruction flies hovering around the two fighting men buzzed sadly and flew away from the entangled two people, as if something that made them afraid had spread - a small number of flies at the back proved it. This is illustrated by their bodies reduced to ashes.

"It's impossible...I'm actually...in pain?"

With the second blow, Typhons was slightly at a disadvantage, but what concerned him more was-he actually felt pain in his hand. Why was he in pain?

"Your master gave you a festering lie, traitor."

The blue sword light flashed again, and it slashed at the traveler's head with great force. The wind pressure brought by it made the Lord of the Demonic Fly experience the pain that he had not seen for thousands of years for the third time. Facing Jia Luo's In the third attack, what did Typhons choose?

"Tear-"

The long sword cut through the decayed armor of the Plague Marine and burned the twisted flesh of the Plague Marine - who was dragged in front of Typhon with psychic energy by Typhons. Just now he was fighting a Twilight Raider in the mist. Before the bewildered Plague Marine could question the Traveler as to why he did what he did, the Emperor's power snatched away the last vestiges of life from his cursed life - and the moment his fate was sealed, so too did the Human Reapers. Like a poisonous snake, it poked out of the Plague Warrior's abdominal cavity and slashed towards Gallo's waist from a blind angle. The chosen one of the God of Plague was convinced that even if Gallo reappeared in the world through that cursed guy, this A hit is enough to knock him out.

However......

The blade of the human reaper was easily held by the free hilt. Typhons realized that he had underestimated Garro's strength and reflex speed. The knight errant had already had a record of not losing in a brief fight with the fallen Mortarion during his lifetime. , and after returning to the human world again, he released the shackles of his mortal body - is he the same as himself now? In other words, has it become the existence that you long to be?

"You betrayed everything you could, and apart from lies, what you got in exchange was cowardice?"

The hilt of the sword bounced slightly, and Typhons took a big step back due to Gallo's power - at the same time, the feeling called pain briefly traveled around his body again, and he listened to the surrounding smoke gradually thinning. With the sound of fighting, Nurgle's Chief Chosen, who knew that he was no match for Garro now, realized that the situation was over. He had to find a way to get away from the battlefield first, and then think about it in the long run.

"Ha - that's just because you don't understand. Aren't you also relying on lies to exist now?"

Taking a deep breath, although it would burn his lungs, it would also provide him with the fog of plague. Typhons, who had already thought about how to evacuate the battlefield, quickly and covertly guided the hands of the Supreme Heaven. Power, when Jialuo's sword light struck his body again, the vanguard of Nurgle had already escaped through the ubiquitous plague secret passage inside the Terminus.

"..."

Seeing Typhons running away so shamefully, Gallo shook his head slightly, walked slowly to the place where Typhons disappeared, squatted down, carefully observed the twisted flesh and blood for a while, and then raised his head suddenly He picked up his sword and slashed hard. Accompanied by a painful sigh that seemed to come from the battleship itself, the entire Terminus trembled for almost a second, and the moment the trembling of the Terminus ended, a large pothole suddenly appeared in front of Jialuo.

"You continue to eliminate the remaining traitors, and I will hunt him down."

After saying that, Jia Luo adjusted his power armor, jumped down towards the big pothole, and soon, in a golden flame, his figure disappeared.

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pain.

Everywhere in my body hurts.

Even the soul was twitching and aching.

As a Space Marine, as a Death Guard, he should have been able to endure pain, but after living in Nurgle's blessing for thousands of years, Typhons had forgotten the taste of pain.

"one two three four five six......"

The pioneer officer of Nurgle, who was no longer as energetic as before, held his weapon tightly in his right hand, and held on to the decaying growths on the wall of the ship with his left hand. He slowly moved step by step towards the secret room where he could recover. At the same time, He was silently counting the numbers in his heart - with every painful jump, he would add to this number.

"seven."

When the pain gradually began to dissipate, Typhons walked to the door of the secret room and muttered this sacred number with satisfaction. The moment he pushed open the door to the secret room, the traveler felt his loving father's hands touching his body, gently comforting the little beings living with him. He felt his loving father's pus begin to flow into his body. It seeps out from the internal organs, repairs the wounds for oneself, and calms one's spirit. six nine four nine three six one three five

"Praise the Father."

After resting in this secret room for seven minutes, Typhons, who felt that he had recovered more than half, immediately picked up his scythe and stepped out of the secret room door, preparing to enter the battlefield again. However, after walking a few steps, the Nurgle God's Chosen I felt the surrounding

Something is wrong.

Otherwise, the green plants on the wall really frightened him!

"Who is it? Come out!"

With his thoughts turning, Typhons immediately released the swarm of Destruction Flies on his body that were still capable of fighting, and took a defensive counterattack posture in a tactical position that allowed him to attack and retreat quickly - although he was unwilling to do so. Admit it, but the battle with Jialuo just now has successfully 'awakened' the remaining mortal fragments in his heart, making him 'cautious' and 'careful'.

"Hey - to be honest, collecting you is a big challenge for me. Now it seems that I have no chance to collect most of you."

A strange and plain sound shook the moist air and reached Typhons's ears. In the green flames, the body controlled by a certain Necron overlord gracefully saluted the Lord of Demonic Flies.

"Alien, what do you mean?"

Although he didn't feel that the Necron in front of him could pose any threat to him, Typhons, who always felt that the matter was not that simple, asked hoarsely.

"....Well, well, it's possible, but according to the contract, I can take back everything he dropped and collect it if I want - ah, okay, okay, you are really a Generous warrior! I will help you arrange the battlefield you want!"

However, the figure king did not answer Typhons immediately. Instead, he turned his head and said something to the empty area that made Typhons's heart tremble - before Typhons could think of a way to give space to the distant space. When the undead came, he found that the environment around him had changed inexplicably - from the moist corridors of the Terminus to an area similar to an arena?

"this?"

Typhons quickly tried again to mobilize his psychic powers to escape from this area that was obviously a trap, but nothing happened - the Endless One's technology briefly blocked the area, making it anchored in the physical world. ——Although this time will not be very long, it is enough.

"You will not be safe today, traitor."

Just when Typhons was panicking, Gallo had already walked out of a gate of the arena with his head held high. The blue sword light flashed again and went straight towards Typhons. Caught off guard, Typhons could only lean forward. , Try your best to prevent yourself from being cut into critical areas.

Dirty blood, splatter.

31. The Battle of Nurgle’s Garden—The End of Typhons

What would Khorne be pleased with?

It must be a hearty battle that can perfectly demonstrate personal bravery.

What would please Slaanesh?

It must be something filled with extreme excitement.

Tzeentch... Well, this guy Tzeentch will theoretically be pleased by any change, but one of the things that makes him most happy is undoubtedly his old enemy being defeated in the change - after all, there is What could please the God of Change more than to see a man who is always stagnant and dizzy by sudden changes?

Therefore, what is happening on the Terminus now has pleased the three Chaos Gods. These moody beings have forgotten their original intention of guiding Typhons to the world of Minoite, and are focused on savoring the ecstasy. Looking at the emotional whirlpool emanating from Typhons now - well, considering that Typhons has now fallen into despair in some sense, so maybe his god is also satisfied with this battle?

"No, no, my child, my child! How could His people do this? How could His people do this?"

Next to the huge cauldron, the Grandfather God howled and sprinkled its filthy tears on its corrupt and fertile territory, spawning twisted jungles one after another. Countless Nurgle demons gathered around the plague. Nurgle's side tried their best to find ways to comfort their father. However, neither Father Maggot's performance nor Father Rain's singing could calm Nurgle's emotions.

"Nurgle - your chosen one is so cowardly. If you ask me, it would be best for it to die like this, completely dead."

The roaring voice of Khorne rumbled across the sky of the Plague Garden, even causing some of Nurgle's flies that were flying freely to fall due to the shock of chaos. Before Nurgle could loudly protest Khorne's words were filled with emotion. What a mistake, Bliss's gentle, elegant voice, full of the best honey, followed.

"Ah - ah - your divine choice barks so loudly! He barks more than the one under my command! Nurgle! Let's talk about throwing him away and letting me pick him up and play with him for a while? I feel like I can get unexpected happiness from him!”

"Hehehe - Nurgle, continue to bless your God's Choice, don't let him stop, I want to carefully observe the changes in this rare battle - Yo! Nurgle! The fungus behind your God's Choice One of the growths was chopped off! Are you really not going to let him recover quickly? Otherwise, it will be useless anyway!"

Tzeentch's demon fire jumped around Nurgle, and the usurper pointed wildly at the battle in the arena. This absolute mortal enemy's provocation made all the great demons under Nurgle furious, but they also knew that, Faced with such a situation, they are powerless! What Typhons encounters now is actually the chessboard of four Chaos Powers, no, maybe five Chaos Powers. Such a chess game, even the most favored Chief Demon King under Nurgle, Gus didn’t even have the courage to step in!

"Ah----"

Just when most of the existence of Nurgle Garden was crying or distressed because of Typhons's current experience in the real world, a chuckle that was completely different from the tone of the entire Nurgle Garden now followed the wind of rotten and damp plague. , reached the ears of all the great demons present - when Rain Father Rotigs angrily cast his gaze in the direction of the laughter, he was not surprised to see his wings spread out, slowly pacing in the air. Here comes Mortarion.

"He is yours, Mortarion."

Although it was clear that the relationship between Mortarion and Typhons could not even be described as bad, Rotigus still spoke very unhappily.

"so what?"

The dead soul of Barbarus slowly fell to the ground, and the incense burner on his waist jingled, playing an elegy for the living. Seeing Mortarion being so "unsalted", Father Rain felt that his heart was vaguely agitated. Anger arose - of course, before the Great Unclean One could vent his displeasure, Mortarion spoke again in a deep voice.

"I'm only interested in other things..."