Chapter 1463 The Battle of Commorragh
“Everything is not going well.”
Typhons stood in the temple where the ceremony was held on the Terminus, calmly watching the Dark Eldar warships Circling in the distance, they resemble sharks carved from black crystal and malice.
Suddenly, a stinging pain crawled up the spine of the company commander of the Fourteenth Legion like maggots gnawing at the bone marrow, pulling him out of his gloomy thoughts and returning him to his previous state.
It is a unique thrill, a feeling that can only mean one thing -
His loving father was urging him.
He turned around and looked at a circular building in the temple. It was a real wooden church, with gnarled tree roots coiled around it, just like the stone in the main hall.
On both sides of the temple are rock and mud sculptured owls. There is a large concave chisel on the side, like a rotten wound. Mud and stones are scattered on the ground. In the middle is a toad with stones bigger than a person. , there are strange marks on the smooth face, and yellow moss covers a curly mark.
Shining trickles flowed from it and splashed beside the bulging mounds.
When the water flows through the veined mud, it smells of salt, and there are a lot of flies and insects, making a buzzing sound that makes the air tremble, with rotten flesh-colored and fat flowers. They piled up under the mound and filled the open space in the middle.
The air was filled with thick smoke and the sour smell of rotting vegetation.
The dirty Nurglings crawled out of the big hole dug in the hillock, laughing at each other. The hard roots between the two holes were covered with dense oval scabs, and there seemed to be some tangled rotten plants. Something, a greasy miasma, seeped out of it, and as the light came in, the air became more suffocating and smelly, buzzing like it was buzzing with thousands of flies.
At this moment, a burst of strong light burst out from the holographic display. It was a frigate that was shattered. The remaining clouds spread into a perfect sphere, and then its particles were blown by the churning flow of spiritual energy. Sweep up and scatter.
But Typhons' attention was completely focused on the ceremony.
With the murmurs of the plague acolytes around him, a series of concepts flashed through Typhons's mind, and then he refined them into navigation coordinates.
Found it!
Typhons opened his eyes suddenly, eyes with burning green flames looking at the raging hurricane rolled up by invisible energy, twisting like a tumor in space.
His rotten heart beat violently and found the location of the daughter of Isa!
"Captain, we should inform the Primarch."
The viscous voice of Newcraan Lotis sounded behind Typhons, but he only responded with a contemptuous laughter.
"Didn't you inform me a long time ago?"
The two of them were now standing in the trembling bridge of the Terminus. At this time, a dense volley of light spears passed through the observation window of the bridge, like Dazzling light tide.
The Terminus carries a glorious history. In the past years, it served as a vanguard in the expedition fleet of the Human Empire, opening up territory for the Great Expedition and creating a prosperous age for the empire.
But now, it is just a dead wood in a rotting quagmire, given a shameful fate.
The Plague Fleet has been engaged in a full-scale battle with the Eldar's combined fleet, relying on Commorragh's own defense facilities - although part of it has been destroyed by the raging psychic storm, the Eldar and the Plague Fleet are evenly matched or even slightly. gain the upper hand.
"First Captain, what I mean is that we should wait for the response and instructions from the original body."
New Crane Rotis' words were taken as farts by Typhons. He was smiling as he recalled finding Isa. daughter's joy at that moment.
His efforts bore such fruitful results at such a fortuitous moment, Typhons felt that his status in the Great Song was rising, and that his god was a truly loving God who would surely give him Unparalleled rewards.
"Then just wait here."
"First Captain, I don't think I need to remind you whose orders everyone in the fleet obeys." Typhons turned sharply Turning around, two green flames ignited behind the dirty eyepiece of the helmet.
“We only listen to our loving father!!”
With the sudden burst of anger from the Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest, the surrounding enslaved crew members groaned together, and those mortals were chained In place, their bodies will be used to fuel the engines around them.
And those who were dying, or those whom Typhons considered useless, were left on the lower deck, letting them cower in the darkness, waiting for the last feverish moments of their lives.
“䱱——”
Behind the twisted helmet, Newkrain Rotis also let out an angry growl, but then a voice washed away the anger in his soul.
"Lord of the colony, the original body has recovered, and all actions will be carried out in accordance with the wishes of the first company commander."
After humming, Newcraan Lotis was too lazy to say anything else.
Typhons noticed the change in the other party's attitude, so he guessed that someone must have said something to him, and stopped talking to this "deputy".
The first step was completed, so he turned his intellectual focus to the next step.
Typhons turned to the rune tablet on the arm of the throne, his fingers clicking sharply on the ivory keys.
"Navigation, change course, engine at full speed."
While executing the order, the crew issued a clean confirmation reply in unison, and the engines of many battleships roared around the Terminus. , its plasma drive pushing it toward a turbulent, lightless tangle.
The main body of Comoros expanded in the observation screen, slowly submerging the entire screen in its churning malice.
But on the way to Comoros, there is still an obstacle that cannot be broken through, those damn alien warships.
The road ahead must be cleared!
Streams of dark energy slammed into the Terminus, her void shields burning, lighting up the night sky with flickering flames.
The attacks came from all directions, orchestrated with a coordination unimaginable by the human mind, and the cruisers and frigates surrounding the Terminus retaliated, unleashing lance, macrocannon, and nova cannon fire upon them. All targets were bombarded with ammunition, but no one hit.
The Eldar's small battleship quickly disappeared into the void, then appeared hundreds of kilometers away and fired at the fleet again.
Suddenly, the bridge alarm sounded loudly, and the crew's tentacles hurriedly shuttled between the consoles. The iron bones of the Terminus groaned and creaked in the violent space ripples - that was the Eldar pulse. The aftermath of the cannon.
Apart from a sudden feeling of hunger that invaded his mind unpreparedly, Typhons barely noticed the approaching ships until they opened fire in unison.
The bridge shook from the attack, and Typhonse grasped the arms of the throne with his hands.
"Steady the shield!"
"Master, the energy threshold of the shield is approaching the critical point!"
A crew member shouted in response, half humanoid and half tentacle The upper body of his body was leaning on the monitor, and he was reading a piece of brown paper written in corpse fluid that fell from the mouth of a servitor.
Typhonse heard the tension in the crew's voices, as clear as if they were etched in the air with invisible ink.
(End of this chapter)