Chapter 1362 Darkness
Although it is said that Typhons is still under the command of the original body, in fact, Typhons was not recalled by Mortarion in this collective action. In fact, he was the one who sounded the clarion call of war. Instead, it was Mortarion who responded to his call——
Of course, this cannot be said to the outside world.
But Typhons knew the importance of this operation to his master. Isa is Nurgle's most cherished treasure. If he loses her, his loving father will be extremely sad. This is something that no son of the plague can do. Would like to see.
Similarly, if the goal can be achieved, then as a commander, Typhons will also receive supreme glory.
Therefore, for this operation, he vowed to do whatever it takes.
When believers gathered in the spacious temple at the center of the Terminus to pray, Typhons was standing in front of the shrine filled with candles and braziers, with enthusiasm and faith dancing in his eyes, and shadows in his eyes. Twisting and tumbling in the darkness outside the candlelight.
His prayers are dedicated to his master, and he likes to come here to worship because he feels closer to his loving father here.
The sickly chants of the Plague Priests surround Typhons, enveloping him and echoing in the enclosed space of the prayer room.
Besides this, almost no other sounds can be heard.
There were only hisses, groans and low screams as the beings that broke through the veil of the physical world were making their voices heard, and the natives of the warp were joining in the prayers, which was a good omen.
Soon, the prayer reached its final stage.
As usual, everyone except Typhonse made a tedious reaffirmation of the father's benevolence.
The closest to Typhons is Feroz, the latest champion of the Blight Overlord - he ended the life of his predecessor not long ago.
In the eyes of some, this champion is a bit reckless or even stupid, but Typhons doesn't see it that way, because most Blight Overlord Terminators have a hidden desire for power, always looking for opportunities to overthrow them This is a recognized fact among the Legion, and Typhons himself apparently agrees with this.
However, he had no such worries about Feroz. He was a war hound, fierce and loyal, and a devout killer with a firm sense of responsibility. Even if Typhons ordered him to saw off his own arm, he would not hesitate. Implement.
So the reason is that simple, Typhons trusts him, although this trust is implicit, and he has rarely trusted others.
After all, everything can be learned, only loyalty is irreplaceable.
Suddenly, Typhons felt a servant wandering at the entrance to the prayer room. He could smell the stench of its rotting flesh and hear its uneven breathing like a file. .
It had been hiding there for some time, but it knew better than to disturb his meditation.
Finally, the people chanted the prayer of Barbarus, and then a deep and loud bell was rung.
Everyone fell into silence.
For a moment, Typhons turned around, and the servo device on his thick armor made a blocking low sound. His armor has been with him since he joined the legion. It is as much a part of him as his body.
He walked over and towered over the hunchbacked servant crouching before him.
“Say.”
"The original body sent a message that the secret path has been opened, respected master."
The corrupt creature in robes hissed, his eyes lowered in submission.
"Very well, inform Giovanni that they will meet me on the bridge."
"As you wish, Master."
The poor guy's side He bowed while retreating, but Typhons didn't pay attention to it anymore. His consciousness was already occupied by more thoughts, only thinking about the upcoming battle ahead. He had stayed on the Terminus for too long.
Those pointed ears always thought that their little trick had blocked the Fourteenth Legion in the webway. Little did they know that this was also the legion's plan, to let them focus on the front line. When the rear was neglected, Typhons would give them Bring a big "surprise". He would tell the aliens that the lair they thought was impregnable was just a leaky sieve.
And he has a bigger plan.
Typhons knew that the evil god Slaanesh had been coveting these alien souls. If he dedicated all these souls to his loving father, wouldn't he be able to severely humiliate the god of indulgence?
What could be more glorious than this?
Typhons subconsciously clenched the handle of the scythe with his left hand, feeling a shiver pass through his body system that had become sluggish.
Now, he desires to kill.
Also long for her.
It was time to praise the Father in the way that pleased him most -
To kill in His name!
At this time, in a small network channel near Comoros, a warship that seemed to be the size of an ordinary merchant ship and without any indication was slowly moving forward. There was only a line of High Gothic text on its bow.
Dick number.
Not to mention the name, just the two huge circular propulsion devices at its tail also make its appearance very imaginative.
"Lorken, is your ship okay? It has only been running for a long time before it breaks down."
In the messy and narrow bridge, a man wearing a shabby navy uniform and a gray coat behind his back It depicts a skeleton with missing teeth, wearing a red afro wig on his head, and his right eye is covered by a black eyepatch. Rozim has a modified bolt gun on his waist, and he is constantly looking at the operation. Loken, who was busy on the stage, complained.
"It's so procrastinating. If the event is over, wouldn't we have run away in vain?"
"Damn it, who knows that ancient gate you brought has such strong radiation that it almost blew up the engine? It's not easy to get here."
Loken complained, turning on the communicator and said to the power cabin: "What's the situation over there?"< br>
“It’s stable.”
"Okay, let's restore the power to 27% first."
At this time, the man standing next to him was wearing a loose black coat and black trousers, with his greasy middle-parted head raised, and hanging on his shoulders with a rope. Hank Evans, who was holding a laser pistol, suddenly pointed outside and said:
"Boss, boss! There is something there."
"Huh?"
Rozim took a closer look and found that there was indeed something there. It looked like a survival cabin in size.
Others on the bridge quickly noticed what was floating in the void.
"Do you want to take it over and have a look? But I feel it"
Loken was not wearing the previous red robe at this time, but changed it to black.
For the sake of safety, Rozim decided that everyone should dress up as pirates. In order to increase the authenticity, some elements of chaos must be added.
Even Keren dyed his skin red and put a Khorne-style helmet on his head.
"Get it here and have a look."
Soon, driven by curiosity, Rozim asked Loken to salvage the rescue capsule into the cargo hold, and then took a few people to take a look.
(End of this chapter)