Chapter 47

"Understood, we will help you deal with him, Endless One."

After Egg said these words very seriously, the communication between Endless Trazin and Hammer was interrupted 'just in time' due to subspace interference. Egg took a deep breath and turned to look at the other Hammers. , raised his right hand high.

"Cheer! Everyone! The real original body of the Death Guard has arrived in the Minot Galaxy! We are blessed! We will witness the amazing duel between the Figure King and him!!"

"Hey! I want to see Typhons be beaten by the figure king until he begs for mercy on his knees, and then dragged back to be used as a collection!"

The God's Chosen immediately followed the egg's movements, raised his hands and roared.

"It would be better to include a huge beast-level fluttering moth - but then again, death

Does the Chief Divine Champion of the Guard hate the Legion Commander of the Death Guard? "

Abathur hit the snake on the stick and continued to breastfeed a certain disgraced original body.

"That's inevitable. The four demon primarchs and their four chief gods are not on the right track - especially Typhons. He sold the entire Death Guard and Mortarion for a good price. A villain among villains, if Mortarion didn’t kill him, it would be because of Nurgle’s blessing.”

The Lich Lord nodded, and happily despised Typhons's character - well, although things that surrender to Chaos can no longer be called humans?

"Is it really okay for us to underestimate Typhons like this?"

Liang Feifan couldn't help but start to complain, and at the same time, he began to carefully examine the information sent by the figure king to determine the approximate parameters of the incoming Typhons fleet.

"The main thing is that we can't find a way to fight Typhons in the short term - even though the Orogan Inquisitor who is the key is still hanging around in the real universe, we still have some spare energy to place chess pieces around him. But, think about the distance?”

Gu shrugged his shoulders and made a very straightforward point - without considering giving the key of Orogan Judge to the chief god players of Nurgle, there is really no way for the hammer guys to quickly join this game. Combat - after all, so far, the way the Hammers have entered the battlefield has been to rely on beacons...

"Have fun, it's at least a 50-50 split between the figure king and Typhons. The alien and the heretic beat each other and died together - this script made Big E laugh out loud - he must have been thinking about how to handle the figure king after the fight. Send him off decently, now you don’t have to do anything!”

Ji Jing nodded, feeling that Gu's words were reasonable, but the next second, the expressions of the hammer guys were frozen by the words of the political commissar sister.

"The problem is that the figure king is now helping us block the door. What if it is destroyed? If reality and subspace attack, wouldn't we be at risk of being destroyed? Although our chess pieces are powerful, they are not It’s invincible.”

Immediately afterwards, God's Choice's words gave the hammer guys a boost. After thinking about it for a while, the hammer guy who came out of the initial excitement pointed out a problem that was more fatal than them being flanked.

"Indeed, what's worse is that it's a good thing that we are in such decline. Typhons didn't discover the secrets of this galaxy. My God's Chosen name is written upside down - as long as Typhons wins the final victory, he will definitely go After the initiation ceremony, we can see the birth of a subspace rift exclusive to Nurgle in the real universe..."

"Ah, this is indeed a big problem - eggs! Contact the figure king! Ask it if there is any way for us to follow its ribs to have a fight with Typhons! We absolutely cannot accept Typhons's Even a 0.1% chance of victory is unacceptable!”

As the discussion among the hammer guys deepened, their conversation slowly turned from the initial topic of Nai Xiao Mo to the topic of combat, and they quickly realized that although under normal circumstances, the death of the Figure King and Typhons together would be enough to bring down the empire. It's a good thing when people beat gongs and drums, but in the Minoite galaxy, the figure king must not get into trouble before Typhons, otherwise, things will be really fun!

"No need to worry, I have already made arrangements. Tiberius Julius Cicero, the cursed warrior of the Forbidden Army who came to reality using the chess piece lent to me by the political commissar sister, has secretly boarded that person. ....The flagship of the Figure King, he will become a new anchor point, leading the Cursed Legion to fight against Typhons."

Just when the Hammer guys started to quickly tap the light screen or other things in front of them, trying every means to establish a connection with the figure king, Big E's voice suddenly sounded in the Hammer chat room.

"Tell me, Big E, is there anything we can do for you?"

Although Big E seemed to be just here to reassure the hammer guys, saying that Typhons' invasion was no big deal, Liang Feifan, who had long understood the character of the lord of humanity in the 40K world, immediately spoke with a subtle expression.

"Yes, I do need a little help from you to achieve better combat results - in addition to the Forbidden Forces Cursed Hundreds that I will send down, if possible, I want you to use your hands to help me 'descend' A group of chess pieces so that they can transform into cursed bodies that can fight in reality for longer.”

"...Is this the actual amount we will pay for free prostitution? Okay, you are the boss now anyway, you have the final say.jpg."

————————————————The hammer guys return to the Queen of Glory————————————————————

"I......."

"hiss------"

"Big E, did you take out the chess pieces from this group deliberately or on purpose? I remember that I didn't see many 30K chess pieces in your warehouse?"

"It must be intentional! But Big E, is it really manly to use these chess pieces in this battle?"

When they saw the outlines of the chess pieces that Big E sent from behind the door and asked them to come down, the hammer guys were stunned for three seconds - without him, in some sense, these batch of chess pieces sent by Big E It can be said that the chess piece is full of malice towards Typhons - no, even for any current Death Guard - and even for Mortarion himself. It is so malicious that even the Hammermen don't know what to do. Complained!

"These chess pieces are not mine. They are the painting orders I took online. I painted them just two days ago and haven't mailed them back yet. I just sent them to help you with the painting."

Recharge your troops. "

Big E is explaining.

"Can't we only bring down our own chess pieces? Why can other people's pieces be used?"

Hammer was confused.

"All it takes is permission. I just asked the owner of these chess pieces, Deng Eve, if he is willing to join this battle."

Big E is confident.

"You shouldn't be asking in an ambiguous way - for example, are you willing to see Typhons after the 30K Death Guard veteran Boomer fell?"

Big E smiled and said nothing - of course, the hammer guys knew that this meant admission, that is to say, he really used certain words to conceal his purpose and obtain the permission of the owners of these chess pieces. ——Well, of course, this matter is not really a problem?

"Okay, let's put this problem aside for now, Big E, you just need our help to bring down these 30K Death Guards? You don't need to do anything else?"

"That's right. Also, please remember, they are not the Death Guard, but..."

Big E paused and said a name. Along with this name, several lights also hit these chess pieces, making their crimson colors shine.

"Twilight Raiders."

28. Battle of Nurgle's Garden - fleets staggered

Typhons, the fatherly herald, was now anxious.

After confirming that this Minot galaxy was actually the natural sanctuary of a loving father, the Lord of the Destruction Demonic Fly temporarily put aside his doubts about why the holy numbers of the other three gods also appeared in this operation, and urged Moving his own fleet, he rushed towards the planet in the galaxy that could be used as the core area of ​​the ritual. At the same time, he quickly rummaged through the evil knowledge in his mind to find a plan that could maximize the effect of this ritual. However, Typhons also Before he had time to start the screening technique, a large number of alien warships with a faint green halo appeared in front of him in the huge flesh-and-blood pupil operating as a display screen...

Necron? Why is this world actually populated by Necrons? Is it possible that the reason why this sacred galaxy has not been enveloped by the grace of the great and loving Father is because of the interference of these bastards? ?

"Fleet, prepare to meet the enemy!"

However, after cursing these soulless things that hindered his loyalty to his loving father seven times in his heart, Typhons immediately commanded his fleet to greet the Necron warships that were rushing towards him. And quickly deployed the combat array - as these cursed battleships used their bodies to outline a blasphemous symbol in the space, the surreal power suddenly burst out from the subspace to reality. In an instant, the deathly silence Color began to infect reality, and the power of blasphemous pollution turned into tentacles invisible to ordinary people, reaching out to the alien warships that flickered in the distance.

"Fire."

As Typhons's throat, which had long been far away from the 'human' voice frequency due to receiving too many blessings, issued orders, a wave of filth suddenly surged from the Death Guard's battleships, who should probably be the main ones. The things in the cannon erupted, and quickly became entangled into sticky pillars of sewage or worse, directly 'pouring' towards the Necrons in the distance who had been captured by the power of the great loving father and were unable to move. Battleship, in order to send these beings to the eternal warm home of the loving father - so what if there is no organic matter in the Necron army? So what if the Necron have no soul? The power of Grandfather God is equal and generous, and all things are in the arms of the great Nurgle!

"...."

However, at the moment when these filthy things, which were enough to drag an entire smaller Imperial fleet into the cursed abyss, were about to appear, a strange light flashed across the Necron warships, and in the blink of an eye, Reality was stabilized again, and the distortions resulting from the manifestation of the fantasy of the Supreme Heaven were reduced to nothingness in a silent scream.

"Continue to fire salvos. The void shields of each ship are the strongest and the engines are the largest. Formation seven, outflank them."

The fact that the first round of shooting did not achieve any results was not a surprise to Typhons. Rather, if the first round of shooting achieved results, it would be beyond the expectations of the Death Guard's Chief Nurgle Chosen - if the Necron would If they are easily embraced by any one of the four gods, then they will not become the most surprising beings in this vast galaxy...

"...?"

However, something unexpected by Typhons happened.

"Why are these Necron warships approaching us?"

Because it is clear that the Necrons fleet, under normal circumstances, often uses their unreasonable mobility, inertia and speed as the basis, combined with their long-range projectile firepower with beyond common sense range and power, and uses the tactics of flying kites to blow the attackers to pieces. When the enemy wants to evacuate, they will rush forward and cover the enemy with firepower to bury them all in the universe. Therefore, Typhons's idea at the beginning was to use long-range shooting and the field of Nurgle's blessing to continuously limit the range of activities of the Necrons fleet, forcing the Necrons' warships to slowly fall into the encirclement of his fleet, and then try to create a blessing area in the engine area or the gun area of ​​these warships, further reducing the mobility of these Necrons warships, in order to prepare for the final boarding battle - but why did these Necrons fleets rush directly over?

"Maximum firepower, three salvos. All crew members, prepare to board." After a brief thought, Typhons put this question behind him and arranged the next tactical plan in an orderly manner. Since the enemy has sent the ship into his threat circle, he should adjust his tactics accordingly. Although such a close combat has also caused the damage rate of his fleet's warships to begin to rise significantly, how could the ships blessed by the father Nurgle be afraid of such minor injuries? "......?" That's it. Before Typhons could make arrangements for more than a minute, something that made him even more incomprehensible happened one after another. The Necron ships that rushed towards it did not pour too much firepower on their warships, but released many small vehicles, and then urged these small vehicles to spit out covering firepower, and approached their fleet at lightning speed. Although he did not recognize the models of these small vehicles, Typhons still easily understood the tactics these Necrons wanted to adopt. "Boarding tactics???"

Staring at the Necron warships that began to pull away after dropping these vehicles, even Typhons was confused. According to the intelligence he knew, the Necron would use boarding tactics, but generally only when there were key people or objects on the target ship, these soulless machines would find this plan in their logic, suppress the hostility with their hyperspace transmission technology, and finally take away what they wanted. However, how could these warships that had just come to this galaxy from the other side of the galaxy along the path guided by the great father have what the Necron wanted?

"All ships, launch anti-aircraft firepower to intercept those alien boarding ships."

Of course, as the chosen one of Nurgle, Typhons naturally did not have the problem of the Tzeentch family who had to figure out things that they couldn't figure out. After re-determining the battlefield, the herald of the God of Plague calmly arranged the tactics again. If the Necron wanted to board, let them do it. When had the warriors of the great father ever been afraid of such a thing? Any existence that opposes the God of Plague, as long as they dare to set foot on the ship blessed by the Grandfather God, then they will have one and only one ending.

Join the Grandfather God's great cycle.

However, for some reason, looking at the Necrons' vehicles that were quickly approaching his fleet in the rain of plague bullets, Typhons' heart, which had been decayed for thousands of years, suddenly flashed a trace of panic of unknown origin. Although this feeling was fleeting, as a master of psychic energy, Typhons still easily recalled this feeling.

'Strange, why am I panicking? ’

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“As agreed, I have sent your people to their vicinity. Therefore, as agreed, you must also leave me enough collections in this battle.”

Just as Typhons was commanding his warships and wondering about the source of his inner panic, the commander of the Necrons’ warships, the Infinite Trazyn, had contacted the Hammermen and showed them the latest situation on the battlefield. With the help of clear pictures and videos obtained with Necrons technology, the Hammermen clearly saw that the fleet of a certain filial son was being controlled by the Necrons’ ships with various types of containment firepower in a small area of ​​space and was difficult to maneuver, while the Necrons’ small high-speed vehicles carrying ‘seeds’ were rapidly approaching these things. Such a cool space battle scene made the Hammermen feel relaxed and happy. They kept nodding their heads and praised the King of Figures for being a Necrons overlord who could do great things.

"You have fulfilled your promise, Alien, and the Empire will certainly fulfill its promise."

Egg said seriously.

"The Empire will abide by all the agreements with you in this galaxy - as long as you do not extend your hand to the people of the Empire."

Silence looked serious.

"The Empire will not hinder your actions, but the Empire will not deliberately assist you in collecting."

Abathur nodded slightly.

"Alien, we will not prevent you from collecting anything in these ships that have been contaminated by the evil filth of the warp - even if you have the ability, we will not object to collecting these disgusting ships themselves - especially their flagships and their flagship owners. We sincerely hope that these two things can be sealed in your tomb world and never see the light of day."

The political commissar sister made a serious summary, and at the same time put forward her "ardent expectations" for the figure king. Of course, whether the figure king has the idea of ​​collecting Typhons is another matter - as long as their intentions are met!

"Ah, of course, I have my own sense of discretion."

The figure king, who had received the approval of the hammer guys, was "decided" and quickly used the matrix to issue the latest instructions to the undead warships that were constantly firing. As the undead overlord's order was executed, he was using the standard release The undead spaceship that beat Typhons's fleet with kite tactics suddenly stopped in place in a way that completely violated the existence of inertia. Immediately, its ship began to flicker with green light.

"!!!"

When he saw these lights flashing, Typhons finally realized where the uneasiness that flashed through his heart came from - the gang-hopping tactics of the Necron aliens had always been about teleportation rather than using any vehicle. Send something violently into the enemy's warship's body

, which means that the jump gangs that are using those small fast flying vehicles to approach their fleet are most likely not Necron but something else. But how is this possible? How could other races set foot on the Necron battleship? How could the Necrons 'lend' their vehicles to non-Necrons?

A moment of hesitation caused the battle to get out of control for the Death Guard. When Typhons came out of this moment of thinking, four ships in his fleet had already been set foot on by the Necron troops. A series of firefights and damage reports have been passed on to the Terminus, and those small aircraft have also been labeled with five other ships including his Terminus - and, in the next moment, with an even weirder feeling. Rising within himself, Typhons found that all communications between himself and the other ships were disconnected in less than a breath, whether physical or warp.

"Everyone, follow me."

Although there is confidence that the communication links with other battleships can be restored before the battle becomes intense, although everything on the Terminus seems to be stable at the moment, and although other battleships have no immediate problems from the optical messages collected by the Terminus, it is increasingly felt that This galaxy was a trap arranged by the other three Chaos Powers for the great loving father. Typhons decided to follow the crazy howling feeling in his heart and personally led his own bodyguards to solve those who knew what they were, but they were definitely not dead in space. He jumped to the things on his own ship - on this unparalleled battleship blessed by his loving father, he, who was only one step away from receiving the eternal blessing of his loving father's garden, was not afraid of anything in the mortal world. Therefore, I must be able to...

“Zi——————”

Just as Typhons and his bodyguards stepped out of the bridge, they began to deftly follow the bulging pustules, the living tubes that continuously seeped out viscous liquid, the snarling vines, and the laughing Nurglings along the way to the end. When the damage was done, a slight sound sounded in Typhons' ears - this sound originated from subspace, which meant that a certain area of ​​the Terminus had been critically damaged - however, Typhons arrived So far, there has been no report of the Terminus's internal defense mechanism destroying any enemy!

"My great and loving father... strengthen the vigilance, we will take Route 7."

The abnormality of the situation made Typhons' inner uneasiness boil more and more. Nurgle's herald had already begun to pray to his god involuntarily - of course, he received no answer. As a secret, sticky living door slowly opened in front of Typhons, a squirming fast passage that swept downwards also appeared in front of Typhons and his bodyguards.

However, before stepping into this passage, Typhons unconsciously tilted his head slightly and looked at the transparent film that was squirming next to him as a porthole - whether it was due to some mistake or something else - from the Minot Galaxy. The star's light traveled through space, shining on the side string of the Terminal, and weakly spread into the interior of the cursed ship, dyeing the dying dark red on the vitality inside the ship——

Just like the color of dusk.

29. The Battle of Nurgle’s Garden—Onboard the Terminus

dusk.

This period of time has extremely special significance in part of the great rituals of the loving father. It represents the departure of the vitality of the day, the coming of death that belongs to the night, it carries the bridge between life and death, and it extends to all things. A definition of the word decline is explained.

However, the word dusk, in the eyes of the oldest of the Death Guard who had already fallen into the embrace of the evil god Nurgle, and who still knew the echoes of the legion's old history, there was another one that they chose to forget deliberately. It has a meaning, a meaning that if they accidentally recall it, an inexplicable emotion will rise slightly in their hearts——

Using the secret passages and abnormal growths densely distributed in the body of the Terminus, Typhons and his soldiers only spent less than half of the estimated time to reach the area where the Terminus was jumped - when After they slipped down from the last filthy pipe together with a bunch of squirming maggots, the first thing that caught their eyes was the ship walls that had been roughly blasted away by the Necron boats and were now slowly healing— —The filthy and vital juice is constantly dripping from the wound area, slowly solidifying into ugly scars. The granulations that have developed under the feeding of the juice are stubbornly resisting the coldness and silence of space, growing unyieldingly, toward The existence of the physical universe proudly proclaims the power of Nurgle's father.

"..."

After silently recalling the healing parameters and defense parameters of his flagship in his mind, and looking up and down at the slowly healing wounds on the ship wall, Typhons' mutated face hidden behind his helmet suddenly wrinkled. A ball. He waved his hand to signal his soldiers to be alert, then strode through the filth on the ground towards the wound that was still trying to heal. At the same time, he gently pierced his spiritual tentacles into the supreme sky, searching for There may be clues in this area that are invisible to the naked eye. In less than a breath, the chosen god of Nurgle came to a strange conclusion——

There are no problems in this area, the repair rate is normal, and even the Nurglings have not come to cause trouble. However, this is the biggest problem - according to his observations, those small Necron ships approaching the Terminus Although the loaded firepower is capable

However, it is impossible for the Terminus to have a scar that has not been healed so far, and it is even more impossible for an all-pervasive elf like Nurgling to stop being curious. Onlookers - In fact, according to the defensive and regenerative capabilities of the Terminus, the main guns of ordinary Imperial warships cannot leave such lasting scars on it, let alone the simple firepower of some alien small aircraft?

"My lord, we have not found any traces of the intruders. Have we really encountered gang jumping?"

When Typhons withdrew his spiritual tentacles from the supreme sky, his subordinates also came to him in time and reported to him the results of their inspection of the nearby area - in their opinion, there was definitely something wrong result.

"Of course we encountered gang jumping."

Although it seemed a bit unusual to get this result from his subordinates, Typhons found that he had become interested in the intruders who invaded the Terminus - even though his flagship had a vicious reputation. Outside, but the Milky Way is so big, there will always be some ignorant guys who will fight against you without fear of death. However, the current situation all shows that the opponent is well prepared!

"You lead the first team, you lead the second team, you lead the third team... I personally lead the seventh team - keep a safe distance from each other, maintain contact, and conduct tactical searches inside the ship. Once If you find anything unusual, gather immediately.”

After thinking for a few seconds, Typhons decided to identify the enemy first, and the Plague Marines under his command had no objection to his decision and all saluted.

"Understood, my lord."

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"Crunch - crunch -"

Rard's highly swollen, twisted, and part of his flesh even broke through the shackles of the power armor. His extremely deformed right foot trampled heavily on the rusty metal of the Terminus that was wrapped in flesh, rotten wood, and fungal hyphae. The floor of the twisted corridor caused strings of viscous and foul-smelling liquids to continuously spurt out from under his feet due to pressure, splattering onto the nearby twisted walls made of similar materials, spawning a flower. Another colorful but poisonous fungus - when he first got this leg, the Plague Warrior once wondered why his loving father would give him such a blessing, but on one occasion, he and those pretenders When the Emperor's servants fought, this leg played an extremely crucial tactical role. Therefore, Radel no longer had any doubts about the power of his great and loving father.

"The lighting system seems a little wonky and it shouldn't be."