Chapter 1473 Typhons’s Plot
The wrath from the loving father slowly and irresistibly descends on the dark city of Commorragh, just like the focus of infection on the human body, the plague and virus slow down in a series of ways. Slowly changing colors come quietly for representation, yellow stripes and bruised flesh-colored shadows rise slowly in the black sky of Comoros, and changes follow, spreading bit by bit in the narrow streets and urban areas.
Typhons stood on a high tower close to the arena. The slight cold wind in the distance blew the many runes hanging on his body. As a commander, he did not enter the arena immediately. Because he knew that he would be besieged once he showed up.
The Eldar have an absolute numerical advantage here, and the more than 1,300 soldiers participating in the airdrop are just a drop in the ocean in this city.
Typhons is not a commander who is good at fighting clever battles. Most of his victories come from the crushing force of troops and firepower. But this time he dared to take such a risk, it was not just reckless courage that was at work.
In fact, before he entered Comoros, he had already discovered that the city's ancient restrictions had been destroyed, which meant that it became possible to summon reinforcements from within the city.
The troops parachuted into Comoros are actually decoys. They will attract all the attention of the Eldar and make them ignore the real danger.
This may be cruel to those soldiers who parachute into the center of the enemy.
Pity is just a trivial and distant concept to a Chaos Warlord. Together with countless other tiny fragments of humanity, they have been removed from the souls of people like Typhons during transformation.
He has no need for pity or concern, and has not realized the necessity of these things for so long that they have become conceptually unfamiliar.
In the past years, the former First Company Commander of the Death Guard Corps has undergone countless transformations. The rituals and baptisms that made him stronger have also irreversibly rewritten the essence of his soul.
"Very good, keep fighting."
The brief laughter disappeared as quickly as an extinguished candle, replaced by his usual gloomy demeanor.
A roar attracted his attention. Typhons turned his head and watched an Eldar fighter plane take off from a platform on the south side, flying up with the roar of the propeller and gradually getting brighter. The sky seems to be rushing to the battlefield.
Typhons stared at the black fighter plane shrunk into a small dot, and saw the bright morning stars hanging in clusters in the empty sky. It was the continuous battle between the Plague Fleet and the Eldar Fleet. Now there are A large number of battleships were seriously damaged, and many believers of the Plague God were buried in nothingness.
But fate has a way of working out beyond all expectations, and in the words of his pessimistic Primarch, it's called numerology.
"Sir, the location for the ceremony has been chosen."
At this time, a Wither Overlord Terminator stepped forward and bowed his head humbly.
Typhons nodded slightly, and his huge horns rose and fell accordingly.
“Okay, let’s go there now.”
Soon, Typhons walked down the tower. Everywhere he looked, he saw many dead Dark Eldar and the beasts they raised. All the corpses were covered with a layer of greasy sheen. In the dark corners, There were swirls of green and purple, as if something evil was whispering.
These visions now have a new meaning. Tiny noises continue to emerge, and something is moving furtively.
Soon, Typhons left the tower and headed to the location chosen by his followers.
It was a villa with a flat garden, perhaps a nobleman's residence. As soon as Typhons stepped in, a gurgling roar came, seemingly in response to him.
Twenty steps away from the vegetation, a huge shadow flashed out.
It was a clawed demon with human-like limbs, but extremely huge. Its long arms seemed to be enough to wrap around any century-old tree, and its rough claws could easily tear through metal.
Obviously the owner of the mansion has not been cleared out. "Humph."
Typhons grunted in dissatisfaction, and the owner of the mansion was obviously ready for battle, releasing a large number of beasts, as well as many conspiracy warriors, Brandishing a spiked rifle.
The Lord of Destruction Fly's Nest launched a charge without thinking too much.
Countless noises flew out of the other courtyard, hundreds of dark spirits rushed out of their hiding places, and at the same time, a large number of poison crystals followed, like a violent storm.
The surrounding Wither Overlord Terminators were bathed in the rain, with blood-like juice dripping from their bodies.
However, the injury only made their anger fiercer and their pace more steady.
Under the call of Typhons' witchcraft, a large number of Nurglings sprang out from the dark corners. They flew past the sharp swords of the Dark Eldar and pounced on their armor without fear.
These small creatures are like fragments, embedded in the enemy's exposed flesh, pulling on the opponent's muscles.
Unable to endure the pain, some Dark Eldar slapped the tiny creatures with their hands, driving them away from the small but vicious wounds.
At this time, the clawed demon also screamed and jumped towards Typhons.
The Lord of the Destruction Flies' Nest directly chopped off the head of the first Claw Demon with a scythe. The other Ugur tried to fight back with its long arms, but the Destruction Flies poured out of Typhons. Stung it violently.
Ugul howled in pain as the serrated jaws of the Doomfly bit its shoulder, and Typhons kicked it directly into the dark pool next to it. inside.
Nawgul tried to struggle in the black water. For a moment, it almost escaped from the water, frantically tearing at the poisonous insects that were about to pierce it.
But with a final scream of pain, it sank.
A Dark Eldar warrior in rich armor suddenly attacks Typhons, holding a twisted sword in each hand.
Typhons used his scythe to repel his opponent. At this time, another Ugur rushed over, stretched out a huge claw, and attacked Typhons' back.
But a large number of poisonous insects immediately surrounded the new prey.
Ugur slapped it angrily, making constant muffled sounds and wet popping sounds.
At this time, the Dark Eldar warrior also launched the strongest blow. As a large amount of combat medicine was injected from the armor, his speed suddenly increased to an incredible level. Between the lightning and flint, a blade moved along Typhons. A row of cold sparks were slashed out from one side of his body, and the other stabbed into his thigh.
But Typhons' armor looks rotten, but is actually not soft and cannot be easily cut or punctured.
In a sense, he is invulnerable. Even though the Dark Eldar burst out with a lot of power, it could only leave a small wound as wide as a finger on his Terminator armor.
Typhons grinned fiercely and contemptuously, grabbed the Eldar's throat, and dug several bloody ravines in its flesh with his sharp fingers.
(End of this chapter)