Chapter 1474 Old friends help out
“What a pitiful little——”
Just when Typhons was about to crush the bug on his hand, suddenly, a shock came from behind, Typhons staggered a few steps, then threw the prey in his hand to the ground.
A snake man sneaked up behind him at some point and tried to cut his head open from behind with a weapon, but was disturbed by a large number of poisonous insects and could only chop him on the shoulder.
Typhons held his scythe with both hands, turned around and pierced the curved scythe blade into the nape of the snake man's abdomen.
It was a rough, savage, less than graceful attack, more a form of anger than a martial art or move.
The snake-man twitched and swung its two-handed weapons wildly, but its hands could not reach its foe.
Typhons grunted and thrust the scythe deeper, and then the beast broke in the middle and fell down like a felled tree, never standing up again.
Turning his head, he saw a cowardly pointed-eared gun aimed at his chest. Typhons did not dodge, but pounced straight at the poor guy.
The Dark Eldar took a step back in surprise, and the bullet he fired seriously missed the target.
Typhonse snatched the bladed poison crystal lance from its hands with a snap, and let out a furious war cry that was enough to make the timid, pointed-eared creature turn and run away.
He ran away fast, but not fast enough - Typhons hooked the scythe on Pointy Ear's shoulder, and the pain made the other person's body twist like a snake, roaring, spitting, Struggling to escape.
Typhons then threw it face down into the blood, nailed it in place with his scythe, then stamped on its back, looking at the Eldar's armor and bones like dead branches He was also trampled to pieces.
He felt... very happy.
Soon, Typhons' team rushed into the mansion from the front yard.
There were still many Dark Eldar fighting there, but Typhons didn't want to waste any more time. He took a deep breath and sang a fatal song.
The power of witchcraft flows in the air, stretching many human skin furniture and twisting the walls, making these dead creatures full of greedy desire for blood and torn flesh.
When they saw everything around them begin to change, the Dark Eldar's cruel laughter quickly turned into panicked screams.
This time, the subspace responded to them.
The hall echoed with piercing screams, and speckled shadows emerged from the dark floor. They were covered with moss, vines and algae, and their long curved claws were covered with lichen and hung with dull smiles. His face was covered with peat, and the rotten debris looked like an ugly mask. His eyes were like two purple flames, burning blazingly all the time.
The first notes of the daemons of Nurgle pierce the depths of the senses of all Eldar, their voices as sharp as frost.
They are less like predators and more like butchers, their gnarled claws ripping armor and flesh, their heavy horns crushing bone as they stagger towards the Dark Eldar.
Typhons saw a screaming Eldar almost torn in half. The gardener from the Father's Garden lifted the bloody corpse, his herpes-covered head tilted back, grinning widely. Laugh, and then blood pours down like spring showers.
The Dark Eldar tried to fight back, and the pulses from their heavy weapons fell like jagged lightning and raindrops among the fatherly people.
But they were unmoved. Even if these caused some damage, they didn't care at all.
In the whirlpool of rusty knives and dull swords, Typhonse was not idle. He whirled around the circle of many Eldar, swinging her scythe wildly, but he was not a cornered beast, nor was he in need. prey that is hunted or tortured.
He is the killer!
Soon, corpses lay at Typhons' feet.
At this moment, an Eldar wearing black and gold armor opened his eyes in horror and tried to run past Typhons.
Typhons reached out to grab the thing almost without thinking.
"No! No!"
The person who was caught was the owner of this mansion, a senior member of the black-hearted conspiracy. But now his position is of no use. He is destroying the iron fist of the Lord of the Fly's Nest. Next, his shout turned into a gurgling howl. After a few seconds, Typhons dropped the body, and most of the Eldar in the mansion were either dead or had fled.
“Without further ado, let’s begin the ceremony.”
After giving the order, Typhons turned around and prepared to go to the courtyard, but stopped in front of the threshold to enjoy the Silent darkness.
For a moment it was just him and the darkness.
He breathed it, drank the void into his body.
At this time, the followers had piled the bodies of the Dark Eldar in the courtyard and began to perform dark rituals.
Typhons raised his head, and the cold light fluttered like snowflakes in the hall, outlining the figures of other residents in the darkness.
The Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest smiled, raised his arms upward, and then a soft tentacle wrapped around his legs, sliding against the surface of the armor and trembling, and then put it on his armor The cracks caused by the battle have been completely repaired.
After a while, Typhons walked out. It looked like he was standing on a piece of grass illuminated by the moonlight, but what was crawling under his feet was actually tentacle-like limbs. Thousands of them crawling on the ground felt it. The presence of Typhons gathered around his feet and swayed twitchingly.
“Let’s get started.”
Along with the unfamiliar incantation, a complex magic circle appeared surrounded by the bodies of the Eldar.
At first it was just a slowly sliding ink shadow, but the little creatures flying around began to become restless, and the shadow turned into a whirlwind of tentacles and teeth, spreading over the Eldar's flesh. Chewing it caused mist-like blood to rise from the corpse.
Typhus grasped the long handle of the scythe in his right hand. This powered scythe was the signature weapon of the First Captain, and he let its weight drag on his arm. Like an anchor, for a darkness buzzed harshly at the edges of his thoughts.
A strange, strong smell began to fill the air—sweet and pungent, like flowers blooming from corpse flesh.
Typhons has seen a being with powerful power, and the buzzing vibrations of the other party spread throughout his body and flesh.
It is pushing back the curtain of reality, moving forward steadily with heavy steps.
The Death Guard Captain felt a crawling, electric sensation coursing through his blood, like insects coursing through his veins, a buzzing sound echoing in his head, black and silver. Flashes of light appeared and disappeared at the edge of his vision.
Five minutes later, with the last spell, the pile of corpses exploded violently, sending bone fragments flying everywhere.
From the subspace vortex, a large piece of festering flesh appeared.
Soon, its lower body split into two tree stump-like legs. The trunk was broken, and rotten internal organs flowed out from the cracks in the trunk. The pale yellow horns pierced his shoulders and cracked in the stinking air. It made a sound, and its arms were like rotten tree trunks.
On the monster's rotten face, one eye suddenly opened and stared out angrily.
But after seeing Typhons, its expression softened.
“Ah, Typhonse, my good friend, I knew you needed my help.”
Typhons nodded and said to the demon prince:
"Mephidast, I need your help."
Mephidast is a man who worships the evil god Na. The demon prince of evil is nicknamed "The Plague Man", but he prefers to brag to others about his reputation as the "Artisan of Thousand Plagues".
But unlike many demon princes, Mephidustor was once just a mortal.
(End of this chapter)