Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Typhus serves as Captain of the Death Guard.

One's own strength cannot be underestimated.

During the Great Expedition, it was considered the first echelon of many legions.

It is as famous as Abaddon, Sigismund and others.

The Captain of the Company during the Great Crusade will basically belong only to the most trusted warrior of the Primarch.

This requires their strategies and skills to be top-notch.

Otherwise, the first company commander is too weak, and it is easy to lower the evaluation in the communication with other legions.

The huge, filth-covered scythe streaked through the air, becoming an unstoppable bladed phantom.

The sharp, evil-blessed sickle blade is covered with a miserable green light.

The force field blessed by the God of Plague can help Typhus' scythe to cut through steel or all creations with ease.

After awakening in Nurgle's garden, Typhus's strength, agility, and even various physical qualities have been enhanced.

Attacks are faster and more damage can be tolerated.

The giant scythe was held back by Loken's twin swords.

The force fields collided with each other, and a terrible sound erupted.

The huge force formed a shock wave, forcing both parties away.

"Surrender." Typhus charged again, waving his scythe. "Humanity's victory is short-lived, destined to be swallowed by the storms of the warp. Join us, eternal death and rebirth await, Father Nurgle is generous. You may find your place in the garden, and be blessed there, without him having to suffer injury or loss, and the happy man may live forever in the filth of holiness."

"Don't think that everyone is as clueless as you." Loken swung his two swords and launched a fierce offensive again.

This body forged by the most advanced technology of the empire endowed him with infinite strength.

Each blow felt to Typhus like a mountain hitting his scythe.

Every collision is a splash of sparks.

Typhus's bulky body also retreated step by step.

He was simply powerless against such a savage confrontation.

Seeing that Typhus was at a disadvantage, the other death guards also wanted to find an opportunity to help.

Other Primaris warriors raised their bolt guns in the distance and began to shoot at the death guards.

A death guard was hit by several explosive bombs in a row, his head was blown off like an overcooked pustule, and he fell down.

Another had a broken leg, green goo oozing from the wound.

Loken then chopped off his head with a sword.

"Your opponent is me." Typhons roared, he swung his war scythe and slashed at Loken's head, but was blocked by another sword.

Before another blow could come, Typhus had to force the opponent's sword away and back away.

"Today is your end." Loken's words were filled with cold killing intent, "It's time to repay the blood debt."

The clash of blades and scythes was deafening.

Typhus was blessed by the God of Plague, and at this time he was standing in the domain of Nurgle, with a steady stream of power supporting him in the battle with Loken.

Loken relied on the Heart of the Empire and the blessing of the Holy Emperor as well as his superb skills to fight.

Both bodies contain the power to destroy all beings.

Every collision is a catharsis of absolute power, like an avalanche or a volcanic eruption.

The two had once confronted each other during the Great Crusade.

The friendliest rival ever.

Horus, who has not yet fallen, has a super high diplomatic talent, and can always handle the relationship between him and his brothers with ease.

The relationship between the Death Guard and the Luna Wolves is not bad. Like other legions, every time they reunite, they will discuss and communicate.

The exchange of skills between you and me at that time is completely different from the death fight that broke out in the depths of the foundry now.

Both sides are full of killing intent, just want to drive each other to death.

Primordial energy burns around Typhus, and his scythe guides the most essential force in the universe, and every blow contains evil power enough to cut through time and space.

The malicious flames in the eyes made it impossible to look directly at.

Loken showed no fear, nor flinched at all.

He has the conditions to defeat Typhons, the only thing he needs is that he is calm enough to wait for the opponent to show his flaws.

The aftermath visible to the naked eye unleashed from their confrontation.

The filth of the Warp recoiled with thunder from the blade blessed by the Holy Emperor, and the disgusting warp decorations twisted.

It is said that these two swords were forged by the factory controlled by Vulcan, endowed with the power of the spirit world, and possessed the ability to cut lifelines.

This is a weapon that only exists in mythology.

Relying on the various abilities bestowed by the Heart of the Empire, Loken maintained the offensive of the two swords with ease.

Time pauses, space shrinks, and teleportation, these abilities are used as if they don't need money.

With the blessing of the Plaguefather and the blessing of this special domain, Typhus escaped those mortal attacks.

Blocking the blade with the monster-like sickle again and again.

Splashing sparks ignited the tattered human skin tapestries, the artwork created with unknown liquids, and the soft and slimy faces embedded in the walls.

Wherever they fought, the flames also rose.

Within minutes, the entire room was on fire.

Typhus grimaced, the flames originating from Guilliman oppressing him.

On the other hand, Loken became more and more courageous as he fought more and more, swinging the two swords in his hands impeccably, and if he had the chance, he would stab another sharp blow to kill him.

Loken had envisioned the enemies he might face during the Battle of Terra.

Every traitor was regarded by him as an imaginary enemy.

He carefully figured out the opponent's fighting style, and found a way to crack it.

As the first company commander of the Death Guard, it is naturally impossible for Loken to forget him.

He instigated a series of fierce blows, and the flying blade was extremely light, splitting the space-time structure, causing a short-lived annihilation.

Typhus blocked with the scythe in his hand.

He was bulky and bloated.

But with one force and ten meetings, relying on brute strength is enough to make up for these shortcomings.

Whenever he fell into a downwind and could not stop the continuous sword movement, Typhus would swing his sickle to force Loken back.

When he swung his scythe again, Loken caught Typhus' opening.

The sword in his hand pierced into the opponent's body with all his strength, and a strong shock wave erupted.

The power attached to the sword and the blessing Typhus received exploded.

Let the flames become more fierce.

Typhus tried to swing his scythe to force Loken back, but was blocked by another sword.

The sword that pierced into his body also pierced into his armor bit by bit in the opponent's rock-solid hand.

Pierced through the swollen armor, pierced into the flesh that had been blessed by the loving father.

Typhus looked down at the weapon piercing his stomach in disbelief.

Fetid pus gushed from the wound, staining the already filthy power armor.

"It seems that I have won." Loken said in a deep voice, he forcefully forced Typhus' sickle away, and pierced another sword into the opponent's body.

Typhus let out a scream of pain and stepped back.

Loken pressed forward step by step, stabbing the sword in his hand deeper.

Typhons burst out in pain, and punched Loken's head, and the sickle on the other side also moved, trying to chop Loken alive.

In order to avoid being hurt, Loken had to give up the double swords piercing the opponent's body first, and retreated suddenly, dodging the opponent's attack, and at the same time took out the bolt gun hung on his waist with a magnetic lock.

"No pain is unbearable to the Death Guard, we are more resilient than any other Legion," Typhus said.

The two swords pierced into his body just like that, bringing him endless pain, but making him even stronger.

Enduring pain is inherent in the plague god's blessing.

A blessed Death Guard can take damage many times that of other Legionnaires.

While other traitors were fatally wounded, Typhons was still able to persevere, one can imagine his tenacity.

"I originally wanted to send you back to Terra alive, but now it seems that it is impossible." Loken raised the bolt gun in his hand, aiming the black muzzle at Typhus' head.

Typhus tightly held the sickle in his hand, "At such a close distance, do you think the explosive bomb is faster than the sickle in my hand?"

"You can try it." Loken said.

Typhus moved, the halo of Plague God's blessing unable to keep up with him.

An afterimage appeared on the sickle in his hand, and the speed was extremely fast.

With a bang, his head exploded like a watermelon.

The huge body fell to the ground, like a corpse that had rotted for many years and vaporized amidst the air.

Wisps of white steam escaped from the skeleton.

In the end, even the skeleton turned into fly ash, floating in the air.

"The kill is complete." Loken said in a low voice as he watched Typhons turn into ashes. He walked over and bent down to pick up the two swords.

However, in the next second, a warning sign sounded in his heart.

He hasn't realized anything yet.

I saw a giant scythe swung out from behind, directly piercing through his body.

Typhus, who should have died just now, stood behind him intact.

A strange green glow wrapped around his body.

"This is the domain of the loving father." Typhons whispered: "Do you think you can kill me in this domain? I only need a few breaths to be reborn."

Loken looked at the wound that ran through his chest, blood spurting from the grille of the visor.

He underestimated these bloody traitors.

This is the domain of Nurgle.

How could he think so confidently that he had killed Typhus.

Typhus cut Loken's body in half with a sharp scythe.

Bright red blood spurted out, staining the floor red.

"I am the winner." Typhus roared loudly, and the terrible sound echoed through the room and shook the warriors' ears.

Seeing Loken's defeat, the Primaris warriors tried to get rid of their opponents and save their new Chapter Master.

The Shadow Moon Wolf has just resumed its organizational system, is it about to usher in the second chapter leader?

Those death guards were desperately trying to stop them.

Let those shadow moon wolves have no way to rescue Loken.

"Let me see who you are." Typhons leaned over and took off the helmet of Loken who was lying on the ground, and saw his face, "It turned out to be Garviel Loken. During the siege of Terra, you Isn’t the lesson learned enough? What do you think you can change?”

Loken spat on him a mouthful of blood.

"The plague god's failure is doomed, Typhus, you can't change anything."

"Hahaha, big mistake, do you think Guilliman can win? Then you underestimate a Chaos God." Typhons raised his foot and showed a cruel smile. "Remember the one who killed you, Loken. If you can still be resurrected, run away if you see me."

After the words fell, the swollen steel boots slammed down.

Loken's head was trampled to pieces.

"This is what happens against the Plague God," Typhus whispered.

Loken's broken body turned into bits of brilliance, drifted into the air, and disappeared.

A few seconds later, a ball of light appeared in the turbid air, and then exploded violently. The strong radiance made Typhons blink subconsciously.

Loken, who had already been trampled to death and dismembered, rushed out amidst the brilliance.

The two swords danced with deadly electric arcs, and one sword slashed down, directly chopping off the hand of Typhons who subconsciously raised the sickle.

The swollen arm fell to the ground with the sickle covered in filth, and green pus gushed out.

"How could it be!" Typhus couldn't hide his astonishment, but Loken didn't talk nonsense to him again. The sword in his hand slashed out again, cutting off his other hand, and then bent his leg and cut his hand. The legs were also cut off.

Typhus fell, howling.

In a few seconds, Loken chopped off his limbs and fell to the ground.

The situation turned around and changed so quickly that the astonishment on Typhons' face could not fade for a long time.

"Don't think that only the Chaos Gods can regenerate life." Loken walked in front of Typhons with sarcasm and mockery in his eyes.

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"Since you will be resurrected, I will not kill you, but bring you back to Terra as originally planned. Mortarion is waiting for you there, Typhus."

The other Primordial Warriors also came to kill at this time.

The legendary great mentor Caldo Diego who walked the other way also came out from another corridor.

Typhons who fell to the ground lost all his resistance, and was thrown like a dead dog into the gray knight's special demon cage.

This kind of cage can even hold a Primarch.

Typhus is naturally no problem.

Realizing what was going to happen, Typhus roared impotently in the cage.

"No! Loken, you can't do that."

His fury made the Shadow Moon Wolf and the Gray Knights laugh out loud, and they moved on to the next destination.

Imperial forces have taken control of the foundry.

The resistance of demons and traitors is weakening.

The firepower of the empire wiped out the plague cannons and plague machine bees one by one, dismantling the virus machine cannons bit by bit.

There are screams of demons and traitors everywhere.

At the deepest point, a Great Unclean One is resisting with the last demonic army.

Typhus watched how the Great Unclean One was surrounded and made the object of those damned corpse worshippers.

They seized the opportunity to slash at the bloated body of the Great Unclean One.

When the great unclean person wanted to attack, they all ran away.

When the great unclean man turned his attention away, they all rushed over again and continued to chop.

Shameless.

"Look at how tenacious it is, fighting to the death for its own god." Loken stood beside Typhons' prison, and said in a sarcastic tone: "I can't help crying for it, how noble it is!" Warrior, it just looks a little disgusting."

The other Shadow Moon Wolves all giggled.

They don't like to bully their captives, but traitors and demons say otherwise.

Typhons' eyes were wide open, and he was about to go mad.

The besieged Great Unclean One let out a cry of pain.

Under the siege of the empire, it was scarred and finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

Caldo Diego walked to his side and looked down at the huge demon.

His sword was ablaze with holy fire.

One strike with a sword can completely end the opponent.

"The head of a great demon will be the best gift to my emperor. You are allowed to leave your last words, demon."

"You can destroy my army and take away everything from me, but human beings will never be able to overcome the loving father." The great unclean said: "You will eventually fail, and you will end up suffering in the garden of the loving father."

"Are all the demons so pitiful now? I wonder if you have listened too much to those dying mortals, and subconsciously said these words when it came to you." Cardo Diego said: "You Its master is doomed to be wiped out, and the other Chaos Gods have already smelled its weakness, and soon, you will face the enemy."

"You will never succeed," shouted the Great Unclean One through his rotting throat.

Kaldor Diego chanted the incantation, and then pierced the opponent's body with a sword.

A holy flame emerged from the opponent's body, causing it to burn blazingly.

The soul essence of the demon screamed in the flames.

But it was quickly burned to ashes in the flames.

The huge body was like the fuel of a torch, being burned to ashes in the raging flames.

Typhus watched as these damned humans murdered a paternal kin.

Even the soul was burned to ashes.

If you want to be resurrected, you have to pay more price and time.

"You will always be retaliated," said Typhus. "Don't think that the Plague Lord is easy to provoke."

"Then let it come, Typhus. When your god fell, you must have looked wonderful." Loken said in a mocking tone.

"Delusion, you can't do it at all, God is immortal."

"Then let us wait and see." Loken said with a smile: "You will see."

The light has faded.

Sai Luo and many Ultraman fled to the depths of the universe with their scarred bodies.

Along with them is a group of survivors who are unwilling to succumb to the darkness.

Failed again and again.

The companions also fell one after another.

There is no hope for such a struggle.

The Ultra stars in the universe were captured by Beria's powerful army one by one.

An unprecedented wave of darkness swept everything.

Otto's father died in battle, and the previous Space Guard also suffered heavy casualties. Many branches of the Guard are now struggling to support, and it is only a matter of time before they are completely destroyed.

There is no hope in this universe.

Sai Luo looked at the shrunken plasma spark tower in his hand. This Ultra artifact that can leverage the power of light is still shining brightly, transmitting infinite power to him.

But this kind of power still looks very weak in the face of the vast and infinite army of darkness.

"Where is the way forward?" Sai Luo recalled the entrustment of his father and several seniors of the Space Guard, and his heart, which had never been shaken, also became confused.

The Kingdom of Light has already failed, and the other Ultrastars who want to resist Beria, the Great Universe, and the dark army headed by the Chaos Demon God are nothing more than mantises and their own dead ends.