Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

This is a suffocating charge...

At this moment, the land of Cartier began to tremble slightly, and the devastated battlefield was filled with virulent plagues and viruses that could kill people instantly.

With the traveler Typhons alone and the Nurgle plagues and viruses he controlled, he could easily turn a planet into purgatory in a very short time.

But unfortunately, the opponent Typhons was facing at this moment was his former genetic father.

Facing a beloved demon prince, even though Typhons had been promoted to the Chosen of Nurgle... his power still seemed weak.

"Typhons, I haven't seen you for ten thousand years...your attack is still as weak as before!" Mortarion shook his head disdainfully, "Your existence is like a pile of garbage to me! And garbage should stay in the garbage dump where no one cares."

"If you want to jump out and get in my way, then I don't mind...throwing you into the garbage incinerator and burning you into a blurry ashes." Mortarion's words were full of undisguised coldness and murderous intent.

"I will give you the same words in return, my dear father!" Typhons also gritted his teeth and released undisguised malice towards the Father of Genes.

Such a move is undoubtedly a provocation to a proud demon primarch.

The Death Scythe in the hands of the demon prince Mortarion waved slightly, and the sharp sickle blade blessed by the kind father Nurgle cut through the air... Then it rushed straight to the direction where Typhons was with the sound of breaking wind like the wailing of evil spirits.

Between the flashes of light, a suffocating breath and fluctuations gradually spread out! !

Such a terrifying blow, even the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon who had witnessed the storms and waves was shocked.

When the betrayers who watched this war came to their senses from the beauty of that blow, the traveler Typhons had lost his right arm holding the sword.

The yellow-green pus with a fishy smell rushed out from Typhons' wound, and the air filled with the smell of gunpowder... at this moment, there was a kind of disgusting rotten smell.

Even though the traveler Typhons had made full preparations for this glorious duel, he had to admit... this despicable betrayer still underestimated his gene father.

Before Typhons recovered from the shock of losing his arm, the furious Mortarion flashed in front of Typhons again... and then kicked the son's chest with all his strength.

This was an angry blow from the Primarch! ! !

Since Mortarion accepted the blessing of his father and became a great demon prince, his power has changed dramatically.

Such a terrifying blow shocked the traitors who were observing the war!

The Plague Prince Mortarion's cold fury directly kicked the filial son Typhon away hundreds of meters! The traveler's huge body struggled weakly in the air, and finally after hitting a mountain... the bloated body of the betrayer slowly embedded on the peak of Cartier.

Facing such a violent kinetic impact, even if the traveler Typhon had the generous blessing of his father... he inevitably suffered a heavy blow.

The spine that supported the entire body to move was broken into several pieces, and the bones in the legs were shattered into hundreds of fragments... The white bone stumps pierced the flesh and blood and were exposed to the air. Such a scene is disgusting! !

When the body was severely injured, the blessing of the father hidden in the depths of the soul of the traveler Typhon began to work on its own!

As the pale green light flickered, some kind of life force was trying to repair the wounds on Typhons' body at a terrifying speed.

But as a recipient of Nurgle's blessing, Mortarion was certainly aware of the existence of this self-healing ability.

As a master of playing with viruses and plagues, the Plague Prince had already taken countermeasures.

As early as the moment when Mortarion's Death Scythe pierced through Typhons' power armor, some fungal spores born from the Plague Garden had quietly invaded the flesh and blood of the traveler.

This kind of fungal spores will not cause any substantial harm to Typhons, but once the host is severely injured... when the self-healing measures in its body begin to try to repair the wound, the fungal spores hidden deep in its flesh and blood will start automatically.

This kind of fungal spores will absorb the self-healing power containing Nurgle's blessing at a terrifying speed, thereby completely paralyzing Typhons' self-healing ability.

The reason why Nurgle's Chosen is called the most difficult existence on the battlefield, in addition to its ability to play with bacteria and viruses... is because of this self-healing ability that is almost like a loophole.

Normally, even after losing two hearts to sustain life, the warriors of the Plague Legion can still survive for several Terran days with the support of bacteria and viruses.

If they can get some necessary medical assistance during this period, then even if they completely lose their hearts, it is still not a fatal injury for these stinking plague pigs.

And when their self-healing ability is suppressed, the power that the Plague Space Marines can have is not even comparable to some slightly stronger Chaos warbands! !

At this moment, the traveler Typhons has lost most of his combat ability.

Countless wounds covered with fungi covered every corner of the betrayer's body, and every breath of the fungi... could consume Typhons' life, which was like a candle in the wind.

At this moment, Typhons was already seriously injured! On the other hand, Mortarion, the Prince of Plague, only left a tiny wound less than five centimeters long on the body of the Father of Genes.

Comparing the two, the difference is obvious! ! !

There is no doubt that the final winner of this drama of fatherly love and filial piety... belongs to Mortarion, the most beloved demon prince of the loving father Nurgle! !

And the loser of the honor duel will accept the anger and judgment from the Father of Genes.

Mortarion held the weapon called "Death Scythe" in one hand, and walked slowly but firmly to the side of Typhons who had lost his fighting power.

The Plague Prince looked down at his rebellious offspring, and his pupils, which had long been obscured by the power of chaos, were now filled with a frightening murderous aura.

"Typhons, when you betrayed the Death Guard... did you ever think that you would end up like this?" Mortarion looked at the rebellious offspring, with a flickering look in his expression.

"Pray to me, if you sincerely repent for what you did before... then I can give you a painless death for the sake of our past relationship as father and son!" Plague Prince Mortarion showed what he thought was his most merciful side.

But it was obvious that the traveler Typhons, who had no power to resist, did not appreciate it.

"Motarion, you don't really think you have won, do you?" The corner of the traveler Typhons' mouth suddenly revealed a strange smile.

Facing such a strange scene, Plague Prince Mortarion instinctively felt a bad breath.

Mortarion believed in his premonition very much!

The smile on Typhons's mouth made Mortarion lose interest in continuing the conversation!

In order to prevent this guy from leaving any tricks and causing complications, the Primarch decided to give his offspring an eternal death.

Of course, death does not mean the end! !

Mortarion took back his previous words. He would make Typhons' soul and body immortal in the pain and torture that could not be described in words.

The death sickle exuding a decaying breath cut through the air, and then with a wind-breaking sound like the scream of a dead soul, it slashed Typhons' most vulnerable neck fiercely.

If this blow hits, then even if Typhons has the generous blessing of a loving father...it will be difficult to escape the fate of being separated from his head and body in the end! !

In that case, even the traveler Typhons would not have the slightest chance of resurrection.

But just before the sharp Death Scythe was about to touch Typhons, Mortarion's downward slashing motion stopped without warning.

The Plague Prince kept this slightly stiff motion, and did not make any more movements in the following long minutes.

Such a change shocked the other traitors present.

Even Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, who had witnessed countless storms, showed an unconcealed amazement at this moment.

Chaos Space Marines who had not experienced the eternal war may not know the power of the Demon Primarchs, but as the former captain of the Sons of Horus Legion... Chaos Warmaster Abaddon knew very well the terrifying power of these Emperor's creations.

Even though the Demon Primarchs had lost the opportunity to embrace the essence of the Warp forever, under the great blessing of the Chaos Gods... they still possessed the terrifying power to destroy stars alone.

But the scene before his eyes was far beyond the imagination of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon.

Plague Prince Mortarion, who was blessed by his father, unexpectedly lost his ability to fight without any attack.

Such a strange method made Chaos Warmaster Abaddon involuntarily feel a little wary of Typhoon.

When Plague Prince Mortarion completely lost control of his body, Typhoon, with pale yellow pus flowing on his body and his flesh hanging on his bones in tatters, finally struggled to get up from the ground.

The face of this despicable betrayer was full of a kind of sarcastic smile! !

Traveler Typhoon calmly patted the dust on his body, and then in the eyes of the Death Guard warriors... he walked slowly but heavily to the front of the Primarch.

After a long silence, Typhoon patted the head of the Plague Prince with a contemptuous gesture mixed with provocation.

"My dear father, your earnest teachings to me will remain the same even after ten thousand years! But today, I would like to take this opportunity to teach you a lesson." Typhons paused for a moment, and the contempt on his blasphemous face became even stronger.

"Motarion, never underestimate any enemy! The corpse king who created the empire once liked an ancient Terran proverb very much - a lion should do its best to fight a rabbit!"

"What's more... I am much better than that harmless rabbit." The murderous intent in Typhons' pupils suddenly appeared like a cracked ice lake.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the chainsaw sword in the hand of the betrayer was raised high!

Traveler Typhons' face was full of cold smiles, and looking at this cold smile... the soldiers of the Death Guard Legion who were watching the battle had a very ominous premonition in their hearts.

The next second, the premonition came true!!!

Accompanied by the angry roar of the traveler Typhons, the chainsaw sword covered with filth cut through the air... and then slashed at Mortarion's neck with terrifying kinetic energy.

Obviously, Typhons intended to chop off Mortarion's head here...

As long as Mortarion completely fell on the land of Cartier, the entire Death Guard Corps... would truly become ownerless.

And by then, Typhons would be able to take over the legacy left by the Father of Genes! From then on, he became the most beloved demon prince of the loving father Nurgle.

Although the Death Guard warriors who watched the battle were extremely angry, they did not show any intention of stepping forward to save the Father of Genes.

"Glory Duel" is a sacred and inviolable ritual! !

The Death Guards were certainly capable of saving Mortarion from Typhons, but they knew very well that even though Plague Prince Mortarion had fallen into Chaos, he still valued his personal honor.

In a sense, honor is even greater than life! !

Failure is failure, and this is always irrefutable!

At the beginning, the honor duel during the Great Crusade would not cause both sides to lose their lives! But in the Betrayer Legion, which was eroded by the power of Chaos, this honor ceremony also added a bit of bloody meaning... The winner of the honor duel will have all the rights to dispose of the loser.

If Typhons was really determined to kill his gene father, then everyone present, including Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, would not be qualified to stop Typhons' actions.

But just before the roaring chainsaw sword in Typhons's hand was about to chop off Mortarion's head, the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, the referee responsible for witnessing this honor duel, stood in front of Mortarion without warning.

In response, Typhons revealed an extremely cold look...

"Abaddon, do you want to break the rules and interfere in our honor duel?" Typhons' words were full of undisguised coldness, "If that's the case, then I don't mind letting you taste the pain."

For Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster who has been in a high position for a long time, the words of Traveler Typhons are undoubtedly a provocation.

If it were another occasion, Abaddon would definitely twist Typhons' head off.