Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

After saying this, the God of Death was speechless. He just stared at the battle in front of him, staring at the...

What once left scars on his body was the sword light in the hand of the heir he admired most - the sword light that kept flashing.

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Captain of the 1st Company of the Death Guard, First Chosen of the Loving Father, Lord of the Destruction Flies, Herald of Nurgle, Captain of the Terminus, Traveler...

One after another, these names reveal the terrifying nature of Typhons. Behind these names, there are billions of victims - Nurgle's chosen one is already walking in the real world. For thousands of years, the pollution of the loving father has also spread across the galaxy in his footsteps - in fact, for almost all situations, the appearance of the Terminus has already represented the arrival of an irreversible doomsday.

However, today, on Typhons' most proud battleship, the Terminus, this messenger of the plague is suffering unexpected suffering - or is he desperately waiting for his own doomsday?

"Breathe-breathe-breathe-breathe-"

The fungal tubes on his back have all broken, and the Terminator armor that serves as the nest of the Destroyer Demon Fly is also in tatters. Typhons is running away, running away very quickly. Beside him, there is a man full of fatherly Nurgle. Swarms of flies, the destroyers of the plague, are flying and roaring - under normal circumstances, the messengers of the God of Plague will release these little guys and attack indiscriminately any existence that has not bowed to the great and loving father. However, now, God Nurgle's Is the pro-select actually taking advantage of the speed these things can provide and escaping by rolling and crawling?

"Face me, traitor."

Garro's voice sounded deep in Typhons's ears, stimulating the Nurgle God's Chosen to run faster - of course, before he had time to determine what the Knight Errant wanted to do, two explosive bombs hit his feet accurately. The edge exploded - the divine power filled with rage easily made Typhons lose his balance, and at the same time caused a large piece of the ulcerated flesh on his leg to be burned away.

"Gah!!!!!"

The heartbreaking pain caused by the emperor's holy power caused Typhons to cry out miserably, and the light of Garro's sword that bullied him made Typhons's soul tremble. Those skills that have been refined over time in his instincts allowed Typhons to use his backhand to use the human reaper to barely deflect Garo's sword again, but Typhons knew that he could not hold on for much longer - even in his prime, he was not the Garo in front of him. Luo's opponent, not to mention himself who had been chopped to pieces?

"If you still have something left in your heart, then stand up, hold on to your weapons, and face the reckoning I bring about."

Looking at Typhons who was almost out of ammunition and food in front of him, the knight errant slightly adjusted his posture, allowing his sword to be completely wrapped in the fire of holy wrath. At the same time, he put on a pose that frightened Typhons. Stance - in those memories deliberately buried in the heart by Nurgle's first choice, what does Garro's stance in battle mean... what does it mean?

He's going to kill himself!

"Loving father...I don't want to die...for the sake of spreading your glory...save me...save me!!!"

It was as if he 'saw' his neck being swept by Gallo's sword light, his head being held in Gallo's hand, and then his body and soul were burned by the power of the mummy on the throne, becoming a chain. At the end of the ashes that even his loving father and Nurgle could not save, Typhons, who no longer knew what to do to survive, let out the saddest and most desperate scream since he was born. Even the most cowardly mortal could not imagine it. screams——

"Hold on! My children! I'm coming to save you right away!!"

When Gallo's body exploded with power, when the sharp sword blade in Gallo's hand pointed directly at Typhons's throat, the pure despair of death that overflowed along with his own divine choice, and the desire to continue The emotional path outlined by the pure struggle to survive, Grandfather God, who has been looking for opportunities to intervene in the battle, finally takes action - the power of the Plague God is condensed into a drop of lotion and spread to Typhons's soul. As long as this drop of lotion

Combined with the filth of Typhons, then Typhons can not only heal his wounds, but also gain stronger power - perhaps enough to resist Garro's power!

"snort--"

Seeing Grandfather God's unruly operation, Mortarion shook his head gently, spread his wings and flew away from Nurgle God. Of course, none of the residents of Nurgle Garden cared. After his departure - the discord between Mortarion and Typhons is an open secret of the Nurgle family. What they want to watch now is the scene where Typhons turns defeat into victory with the help of his loving father - they I am convinced that as long as Typhons wins, the Minoite galaxy will become a realistic altar to promote the power of the great father God, and the power of the father Nurgle will inevitably spread to the more distant star sea.

However.......

"Hee hee hee!!!!"

Tzeentch's iconic treacherous laughter suddenly rose in the subspace, and a force of tampering with the sky was roughly guided by the Demonic Bird God towards the drop of lotion thrown by the loving father to save Typhons, allowing It collapsed into water splashes in the chaos of the subspace - amidst Nurgle's angry roar, Typhons barely used the remnants of the power it sent to avoid Gallo's fatal blow, but he The weapon was separated from his body along with his right hand. What's worse is that the golden flames on the Garro Sword have begun to spread rapidly along Typhons' flesh and blood to the remaining parts of Typhons that are barely 'intact' in the eyes of the Nurgle faction, making Typhons... Fons began to endure the double torture of body and soul without interruption - swarms of destroyer flies fell around his master like a rainstorm, withered, and the purest death had come to these Nurgle's creations.

“Crash la la la——————!!”

Just when Gallo frowned slightly because he didn't expect that his blow was not fatal, and was about to rush forward to give Typhons the final blow, a turbid rainstorm suddenly fell from the sky, covering the arena inside and outside. At the same time as it penetrated, it also carried away Typhons's still burning body with turbid waves. At the same time, the voice of Endless Trazin also reached Jialuo's ears at the right time.

"Those guys are trying desperately to open the thing I set up, and I can't hold on anymore!"

"I see."

Looking at Typhons, who was swept away by the filthy flood that suddenly landed, and slowly began to recover with the ups and downs of the water, Gallo narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and concentrated his faith and strength. on his own sword blade, and then stabbed hard at the ground that had reappeared with twisted growths under his feet.

The ship screamed and roared with fire.

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"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."

"Ouch...my hand hurts so much..."

"My belly...I'm afraid..."

"So, Rotigs, why do we need to retrieve such an unlucky guy?"

In the fertile realm of Nurgle, several Great Unclean Ones were sitting in a circle, complaining all the time. Hanging in front of them was the 'normal' Tai who had almost only half his head left. Phons - When the loving father Nurgle tried to give Typhons power but was interfered by Tzeentch, causing Typhons to fall into a near-despair situation, Rainfather Rotigos decisively pulled together those who had the best relationship with him. The Great Unclean Ones followed the power beacon of the Great Grandfather God and allowed their power to briefly appear inside the Terminus. They combined the essence of their power with the Terminus and forcibly took away the last bit of Typhons. The burned part barely prevented the existence named Typhons from completely dissipating in the galaxy - and the price?

Forcibly appeared in the world, and Garro used the power of the emperor to counterattack with a wave of indiscriminate AOE. The Great Unclean One who did this, even the most superficially injured, will not be able to enter reality for at least seventy-seven years. The world!

"The loving father wanted him alive."

Rotigues sat cross-legged under a sickly boxwood, stroking his head that had become bald due to this operation, and answered slightly absently - As the Great Unclean One leading this operation, Rotigues Guts undoubtedly contributed the most, and this also cost it an extremely tragic price—many conceptual connections it established with reality were burned, and part of its essence was swallowed up by the disorder of the subspace— Rotigs knew that he would have to bid farewell to the title 'Rain Father' for at least three thousand years. It was impossible for him to wander among the stars again as before.

"We all know it, but why doesn't Grandfather God care about us? Not even a word of praise?"

A certain Great Unclean One whose right hand was burnt and blackened was complaining to Rotigos in anguish - indeed, those Great Unclean Ones who assisted Rotiges didn't know what the loving father meant by not wanting to lose Typhons? But after they tried their best to fish Typhons into the garden, why did the loving father say nothing?

"Because only in the real world can Typhons's value become the greatest - in the Garden of Nurgle, he is just a member of the family of the great grandfather god, and... his soul is actually incomplete."

"So, after we endured so much, we rescued a...trash?"

"No, no, no, Grandfather God will not tolerate walking in the real world without its herald. This

This will put Grandfather God at a disadvantage in the eternal war with the other three gods - maybe four now - and Typhons is undoubtedly the best one..."

Hearing another Great Unclean One start to complain, Rotigos curled his lips slightly and smiled. He slowly stood up and walked to Typhons - well, it can only be regarded as Typhons's at the moment. In front of the remaining thing, he gently poked it with the branch in his hand.

"Even if only part of it is 'Typhons', it's still 'Typhons', isn't it?"

32. The Battle of Nurgle’s Garden—The Calm Before the Decisive Battle

Orogan is praying.

Although Orogan has been stripped of everything now, in theory he is not even higher than a servitor on his ship. However, both his deputy and his guards still respected the former high-ranking judge - because these mortals had witnessed the great throne messenger sending their master onto the ship. The scene of the great throne messengers entrusting the mission to their master - how could such an honor prevent them from continuing their loyalty to the former High Inquisitor of Orogan? After all, that is the messenger of the throne!

However, although his subordinates followed him more enthusiastically, Orogan did not feel honored because of this. The former high-ranking inquisitor who had positioned himself as an excommunicated rebel locked himself in a modified single prison that could well isolate psychic influences and was used to hold extremely serious criminals. He lived a life even more stringent than that of an ascetic monk - he strictly regulated his diet and drinking water, and suppressed his daily rest time so that he could have more time to pray and repent to the great emperor. ——In fact, if he hadn’t already roughly understood the responsibilities he had to shoulder from the Figure King, he might have been defeated by his own efforts now...

"Am I going to fulfill my final duty? The Endless One?"

Just when Orogan was kneeling in front of the Emperor's icon, silently confessing his sins to the Emperor over and over again, a faint green halo that he was so familiar with lit up around him, and the Endless One Trazin walked out of the light with a smile on his face, and met Orogan's eyes. Since the Endless One visited this battleship once a day, the former high-ranking inquisitor of Orogan was now used to interacting with him. The feeling of getting along with this alien under the same roof.

"Not yet, but soon - Chaos' attack on the reality of this galaxy has been thwarted, and the decisive battle in the warp will bring it to an end - and you are the drop of ink that will mark the end. "

With the help of Big E, the Figure King successfully acquired the 'Terminus', 'Typhons' Human Reaper', 'Typhons's Plague Tube', 'Typhons' Decay Terminator Armor' and 'Death' Guard Veterans' and many other things that it could only think about under normal circumstances, so now the entire Endless seems to be a little excited, and this abnormality naturally caught the attention of the keen former high-level judge, making him frown slightly. He frowned.

"Did it happen after I got back to the ship? Or before?"

"Of course after that - based on your Terra time calculation, the fleets of your 'compatriots' who have taken refuge in the subspace could not even last a week in this galaxy."

Trazin's words were understated, but they made Orogan's heart almost as still as water. Now that he knew part of the truth, Orogan could easily guess what the eternal enemy of the empire would do. What kind of array was brought out to invade this galaxy that is inherently full of blasphemy, but such a fleet was destroyed in less than a week...?

"They are?"

When he asked this question, Orogan felt his heart beat a little. Combined with the anomalies in this galaxy, he vaguely guessed a certain possibility. He hoped that the alien in front of him would give him a positive answer.

"The Terminal, its captain, and his plague fleet that have poisoned the real world for thousands of years, their future has been locked in my museum, and I have arranged the best for them in my museum. The collection area suitable for them - well, maybe not completely, but at least within three thousand years, I believe it will not be possible to set foot in the real world. "

After saying this, Trazin quietly left the ship. After watching the last ray of green light disappear into his room, big tears suddenly fell from the corners of Orogan's eyes - -After becoming the Inquisitor, he has never cried again - even if something that is enough to break the heart of an ordinary person happens to him, he will treat it indifferently, because the Inquisition does not believe in tears, but now, Orogan, is crying !

"God Emperor...Thank you for allowing me to hear such good news before atonement..."

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"The Imperial Army wants us to take over four battleships?"

He was patrolling the camp with a small team to make sure that everything in the camp was operating in accordance with the decree brought by the emperor's herald. The Chapter Master of the Sword of Hatred, Igust, watched as he hurried to his side. Daken, after hearing what he told him, his whole face was immediately filled with confusion - if he hadn't played the recording again, Igust almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes - and one of them is a strike cruiser

The ship is a battleship of the same level as our base ship. "

When Daken repeated this sentence, his expression was dull - even though he was an Astartes warrior who had been crawling around in the galaxy for hundreds of years and had seen a lot of things, but when he came to Minoi After entering the special system, Daken felt that his world view was being impacted step by step - first, when he was trying to collect supplies, he collected a lot of valuable things with the help of Blood Raven's battle brothers, and then he met and carried out the mission. of the founding group, and successfully established a close acquaintance with them and obtained a lot of supplies--after these two relatively normal things, what followed was a visit from the Imperial Army, which was considered normal for the Astartes. The events in the previous story actually happened around him, and now, even the matter of sending a space battleship has happened?

"Did the Imperial Army say anything about the origin of these ships?"

With his thoughts turning, Igust quickly entered the state that a chapter leader should have - there is no forging world in the Minoit system, and the subspace route to this world is not on any of the normal routes of the empire at all, so he suddenly appeared. There are several ships that can be supplied to his own battle group. No matter how you look at the sources, they are... well, if you insist on saying so, they are suspicious?

"A Chaos war gang invaded this galaxy, but they have been completely wiped out. The ships that were too polluted have been treated harmlessly, while the ships that were less polluted have undergone strict purification rituals. I think can be used....this.”

Reading the message sent to him by the Imperial Army, Daken also felt a question mark popping up on his forehead - has this galaxy been invaded by the Chaos warband? When did it happen? besides! The purification ceremony must have taken decades to start. Although we don’t know how long those ships have been purified, we can use simple logical calculations to conclude that this time cannot exceed the time they stayed in this galaxy. time.....

"Go and receive—the Custodes don't joke with us on such matters."

Although this matter is full of irrationality no matter how you look at it, Igust decided to send people directly to accept these battleships-since the Forbidden Army said it was no problem, it must be no problem. As for this ship, they did not see it at all. How could the fleet of the destroyed Chaos warband be destroyed and quickly purified in space by the Imperial Guard who had never brought a large fleet to this galaxy?

Hmm... The chapter leader of the Sword of Hatred recalled the order given to them by the Imperial Army not to conflict with the aliens in this system at will, and the founding group of those alien warships that flew up from the ground in large numbers and ended up operating near their chapter. We all pretended not to see the scene, and decisively threw these questions into the depths of our brains - as long as we get the benefits, for some things, not thinking about them is the safest thing!

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"The Terminus is gone, Typhons is basically useless, and a bunch of guys who are probably veterans of Ten Thousand Wars are also given away, and they may even come with some other gadgets, and we are still burning the garden for fun—— Do you think Nurgle is vomiting blood now?"

Inside the 'splendid' defense line built on the white ground burned by the Hammermen in the realm of Nurgle, the descendant chess pieces of the Hammermen are gathering together, while watching Typhons' fleet being easily cursed by the ribs. Video recording of the annihilation of the Bound Legion, while happily complaining - well, especially when Typhons was chased by Garro, chopped into something almost like a human stick in the arena, and finally 'thrillingly' killed by Nurgle The hammer guys watched the scene of demon recycling several times...

"Nurgle might be very depressed? But to be honest, that is a chaotic evil god. No matter how warm and friendly the N family is, whether it really cares about Typhons is a problem in itself. Even if it is depressed, it may not be because of Typhons. I am depressed about the matter - after all, every bacteria is Daddy N’s child -"

Ji Jing shrugged his shoulders, thinking that such a thing would make Nurgle vomit blood. He might not have thought too much. Didn't you see that Nurgle's crucible was damaged in the Divine Plague? The entire Nurgle Garden was also set on fire by Big E who came in. , Father N was just tossing and turning, grunting, nothing 'out of the ordinary'.

"Father N may not have any reaction, but the chief chosen champion of the Death Guard may not have a violent reaction, right? I don't know, the moth is secretly enjoying what happened to Typhons!"

God chose to use his descended body to eat popcorn, and at the same time, he turned his head from time to time and looked at the Nurgle Garden in the distance that they had not had time to burn because it was a bit far away - Nurgle Garden was calm and calm, and it felt like Father N really didn’t react at all.

"Hmm...Theoretically, after we've gone through so much trouble, Mortarion can seriously restore all the authority of the Death Guard's original body - the Terminus was dragged away by the figure king, and a bunch of people followed Typhons. The die-hard veterans were either killed by the Twilight Raiders and Custodes Curse, or were collected by the Figure King. Rounding off the organization means that the disabled Death Guard company will most likely return to Mortarion's command. The Destroyer Plague, Taiphon There is also a chance that Si's signature gadgets will be thrown to Mortarion by N's father - after all, judging from the video, Typhons is basically used by N's father's family in the shape of a person who was burned by Big E's fire. Dragging him back to the garden, given Mortarion’s dislike of Typhons, it would be a good thing for Typhons not to add insult to injury!”

Abathur paused the video on the eve of Typhons being dragged away, and clicked on Typhons’ complete expression on the screen.

It can be said that the word "alive" has nothing to do with his appearance, and his tone is full of "negative" emotions called "gloating".

"It's hard to explain. After all, Typhons was chopped into a human stick by the angry Cursed Garro, and his whole body was burned by the power of Big E. Even if the N family can recover, it is unlikely that they can do anything about such injuries. If Mortarion finds the right opportunity to manipulate it, Typhons may become a hell beast."

After simulating the thinking circuits of most of the chaos things in various Warhammer official novels in his mind, Egg spoke meaningfully. After hearing Egg's judgment, several Warhammer guys couldn't help but be stunned.

"Not really... If he enters Hellbeast, Typhons might as well choose to be burned by Big E's power directly! At least he can rest in peace!"

"Don't mention it, Typhons' fate may be worse than entering Hellbeast - I have seen an interesting secondary viewpoint. The four chief gods of the Four Gods do not seem to have a higher status than the four primarchs, but in metaphysical concepts, they are a very important anchor point for the Four Gods to spread conceptual pollution in reality. If a god's god selection has a problem, then the spread of that god's power in reality will be weakened to a considerable extent..."

Recalling some of the inferences he had read, Silence's tone was subtle. The political commissar sister, who understood Silence's hidden meaning, raised her eyebrows slightly and pointed to the Garden of Nurgle in the distance.

"Silence, you mean that even if Typhons has become so miserable, Nurgle will find a way to make him return to the real universe? At any means, any method?"

"I guess, it's just a second setting - Big E? Have you done it?"

Just when the Hammers expressed their opinions and studied whether the structure of the Death Guard would change after this wave, and how miserable Typhons' end would be, Big E's voice suddenly appeared in the Hammer chat channel.

"Yes, the residual pollution in the real universe has been cleaned up by my subordinates, and the overlord of the Necrons has also blocked its ships at the Mandeville Point of the galaxy to ensure that there will be no more Chaos fleets invading - therefore, there is only one thing we have to do now, that is..."

There was a hint of obvious smile in Big E's tone. There is no doubt that the demise of Typhons' fleet is also a pleasant surprise worth celebrating for him.

"Rush over and burn more gardens? No problem! We can't wait!"

33. Interlude: In Chaos

"Crunch-Crunch-"

The wood covered with moss and fungi creaked and cracked under the trampling of heavy rusty metal boots, constantly expelling the stinking liquid filled with nutrients due to decay, further "nourishing" the land below it, which had already exuded a disgusting smell due to excessive nutrition. Entangled with countless rotten corpses, the vines swaying listlessly in the heavy and humid wind were gently touched by the moth wings with bizarre colors on them, increasing the swing amplitude while also causing the corpses hanging on them to sigh in the face of death.

Mortarion strolled leisurely in the garden of his father, looking at every plant and tree in the garden with admiration. Mortarion gently touched a huge parasitic flower with a strong smell with his weapon, patiently watching the cycle of the flower from prosperity to withering and then rebirth from withering with the help of the power of the great grandfather god. Mortarion greeted the enthusiastic Nurgle beasts in the sewage pool and promised to find a way to take them to the material world to find new friends to play. Mortarion even raised his hand and allowed some Nurglings to jump on him and play some games with him that he didn't want to play with these Nurglings at all. All signs show that this death god born in Barbarus, the demon primarch under Nurgle, is in a good mood now, very good.

"Motarion, you are here indeed."

Just as Mortarion was soothing the Nurglings climbing on him, greeting them with a very kind breath, and occasionally taking out some human skull fragments that were severely eroded by the Nurgling plague to exchange gifts with them, a slightly tired voice came into his ears. Without turning back, the Pale King knew who was looking for him.

"Rotigus - I'm curious, you actually talked to me so kindly, I think it has something to do with my son who always thinks he is very capable but extremely stupid?"

Out of respect for Nurgle's kind father, Mortarion stopped playing with the Nurglings, flicked his hands gently to signal them to leave him, and waited for these chirping and ever-optimistic little things to run away. The Lord of Death just carried his huge sickle and slowly "floated" to the side of the Great Unclean One, who was still a little depressed, in a supernatural manner, and his calm and indifferent tone showed cruelty.

"In any case, the Father needs a herald to act in reality, otherwise the power of other Chaos Gods will greatly erode the domain of the Grandfather God in the Warp. I know you don't like Typhons, but he is the only candidate." Although he was hurt by Mortarion's hidden dagger, Rotigus decided to speak in a good way - after all, after conducting some experiments on Typhons, the Great Demon of Nurgle has clearly realized that with its current capabilities, it is completely impossible to transform Typhons in the way that the Father wants.

To achieve this goal, the help of Mortarion, the genetic father of Typhons, is indispensable.

"...Oh, I still have many outstanding heirs under my command, and they are all willing to serve their loving father. Moreover, some of them are no less effective in spreading the blessings of their great loving father in reality than Typhons. So, why Typhons?”

He heard the rare flattery in Rotigus's voice. Although he didn't like to be involved in the twists and turns between Nurgle demons, Mortarion found this feeling quite useful and moved closer to his strength. Compared with the Great Unclean One, which had been weakened a lot before, the hoarse sound like a seriously ill person struggling to breathe shook the surrounding deathly silence, and flowed towards Rotigs together with the damp wind of plague - of course, Rotigs. Si selectively ignored Mortarion's actions. After all, business was important now.

"...This issue involves..."

Rotigos, who felt that he might be able to convince Mortarion, was overjoyed, and immediately prepared a long speech to tell the Pale King how important the nature of Typhons was to the realm of Nurgle, and why other champions could not do Typhons in the real realm. So good, however, it didn't even utter the first sentence, and the indifferent voice of Barbarus' death disrupted the documents in its belly.

"Please explain in a way I can understand why the Great Father must have Typhons as its herald in reality, Rotigus."

"...."

If being looked down upon by Mortarion was still within the psychological tolerance of Rotigus, now he really wanted to pick up whatever was at hand and give Mortarion a hard blow on the head to kill the demon. The skull of the original body was opened to see what was inside his thinking circuits that were full of blessings from his loving father - Mortarion never thought that the subspace was a world full of witchcraft, and he had been using a It is an open secret among the Nurgle faction to use numerology, which is meaningless from the perspective of warp and reality, to explain everything. Even the chief archmacon Kur'gath, who has the best relationship with Mortarion, has repeatedly tried to explain everything. I complained that I couldn't communicate with the demonic primarch in this regard - let me explain the importance of Typhons to him in a way that Mortarion can explain. Wouldn't it be that I have to use Mortariana temporarily? Are you trying to convince him by making up a bunch of nonsense about numerology that you don't even understand? ?

"I thought you had the most special way of thinking among the Great Unclean Ones, but now it seems that you, like them, cannot see the necessity in the numbers."

Staring at the image of the Great Unclean One with twitching lips in front of him, who wanted to say something but had thousands of words stuck in his stomach, Mortarion shook his head regretfully, spread his wings and prepared to leave - but, not yet As soon as his feet left the ground, seven bells resounded throughout the Garden of Nurgle - the bells sounded slowly and weakly, but the meaning of the bells made Mortarion frown.

"Huh? Why did Father Nurgle take the initiative to summon you?"

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