Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Existences like demons that are different from common sense, their essence exists in the subspace, in the realm of gods, and they will be reborn in the subspace even after being expelled from the real universe.

The life that cannot be truly ended makes them act recklessly. They give up rational thinking and are willing to follow their violent emotions.

This characteristic that has always been invincible in the past has lost its effect in front of the Slayers.

Not only them, the Slayers believe that even the gods who claim to exist forever will have their end.

They climbed the sword body of the red force field and easily cut the body of the demon.

The hideous decorations and those blasphemous medals were like ruins torn apart by the wind, without any power.

The demons can easily cut through the armored claws and cannot cause any harm to the Slayers.

The demons that once ravaged countless worlds and brought despair and fear to countless creatures are now like the prey they once ravaged.

The blasphemers despairingly discovered that no matter what they did, they could not stop the Slayers.

Any action is superfluous and cannot delay the arrival of the ultimate destruction.

When they realize that they will lose eternal time and return to the silent nothingness, most of the demons screamed in fear.

Under the blade of the Slayer, they have no possibility of resurrection. Countless demons fell into madness, and the Slayer was drowned in their short madness.

But soon, the Slayer will step on their piled-up corpses and step out of the flames step by step.

Doom's blade slashed across the waist of a Slaanesh banshee, cutting her gorgeous purple skin in an instant and digging out her internal organs.

Then, he trampled on the banshee's head with his iron boots, completely crushing her blasphemous skull.

A mad Khorne demon rushed over, a bloodthirsty knight driving a spiked chariot, but was blown up by Doom's punch along with its chariot.

Doom did not even look at the killed bloodthirsty knight and Slaanesh banshee.

Slaughtering demons of this level was not enough to make his heart fluctuate at all.

The blood of the demons flowed quietly on the ground, no longer violent as before. Their power turned into pure primordial source, and continuously merged into Doom's body.

Doom was very aware that on such a battlefield, his power was increasing every minute and every second.

And his brothers would be the same.

When demons can become nutrients to nourish themselves, no matter how twisted and unclean they are, they are still food for the Destroyer.

Doom broke through the direction of the demons and walked into the guarded portal.

Then, in his sight, the commander of the Plague Legion, Typhons, appeared.

Doom's eyes, which were always cold and empty, now showed contempt. The human traitor in front of him made him despise him. It was time to make him pay the price.

The souls carrying countless sins will suffer from the trauma brought by the Argent energy.

Doom walked step by step towards Typhons, the Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest. Any demon who tried to stop him would be pierced by his sword.

As Doom approached.

Typhons gradually showed despair. He found that when the Slayer approached, the mycelium in his body was shrinking, and the blessing given to him by Nurgle was quickly losing its effect.

This meant that even the power of the God of Plague was instinctively afraid of the Slayer.

Typhons' armor was swollen, and his skin and armor had completely merged into one.

Deadly hollow bone spurs burst out of his body like a funnel.

In his body, countless magic flies lived, and the fly nests coexisted with his body. The bone spurs on his back spewed out gray-green poisonous mist.

In the battle, countless magic flies formed a black, buzzing swarm of flies at the first time.

And the poisonous mist erupting from the bone spurs would instantly cover the enemy.

Facing the magic flies that filled his sight, Doom stretched out his hand, and the force field that could distort the laws of physics expanded outward.

As the first heir of Dukel, Doom can use all the abilities in the mind network. Following his will, countless corrupted magic flies exploded, and their fat bodies were squeezed into disgusting green slime in an instant, splashing all over the ground.

The terrifying magic fly attack was so easily resolved.

Doom approached Typhons step by step, with firm steps and unstoppable.

Even though Typhons showed some panic at this time, every soul was afraid of eternal destruction, which was the mark left by the Creator when he first created everything.

But apart from that, he did not expose too much weakness in front of Doom.

Typhons is an ambitious man. He is ambitious and never hides it. His constant exploration of the perfect plague has caused the stars to rot.

He once entered the Garden of Nurgle and learned how to create viruses and how to incubate order and structure into the rot of chaos.

He once transformed billions of creatures in Kalandi into plague zombies.

Watching the survivors struggling in despair, he sincerely praised death and rebirth.

And this is just the most insignificant of his countless evil deeds.

During his dark crusade with Abaddon, he poured poisonous storms on countless worlds, and countless mortals were toyed with by him, with despair and pain.

Typhons always remembered what he had done, and he would not pray to the Slayer, because he could not be forgiven, and he would never be pitied.

He raises his weapons, fights, and faces life or death.

Typhons roared at Doom and took the lead in attacking.

In a daze, he saw an even greater shadow behind the Doom Slayer, a great being full of fighting spirit sitting on a throne, looking down at him mercilessly.

The warriors under that man's throne were also wrapped in ruthless flames, and they pushed forward cruelly among the corpses of demons and human traitors everywhere.

Such a scene made Typhons feel that the space was heavy, and his actions were stagnant for a moment.

It was this tiny pause that allowed a huge demon to rush in front of Doom.

The demon's body was dripping with ichor and was almost three times as tall as a mortal.

On the demon's head covered with pimples, three eyes were moving constantly, and in its hand was a bone club covered with moss.

Countless tortured souls roared and wailed on the surface of the bone rod, singing an extremely painful dirge.

Facing this terrifying demon, Doom didn't even look at it. He lightly pressed the trigger of the double-barreled shotgun and beat the demon into minced meat everywhere.

Broken flesh and blood scattered on the ground, and the foul-smelling pus and blood gathered into streams.

Nothing can stand in the way of the Doom Slayer.

Typhons let out a muddy roar and waved his scythe wildly, trying to compete with the Doom Slayer Doom.

But the power gap between them was so huge that Doom easily blocked Typhons' attack with ease.

While blocking, he will also counterattack.

Typhonse looked pained, and with every attack he took, he felt as if he had been run over by a Rustank.

The power of the Doom Slayer is unimaginable.

Typhons's rotting flesh continued to fall, and from the fallen flesh, densely packed maggots could be seen parasitic in his carrion.

With a crisp sound of metal collision.

The scythe in Typhons' hand broke in the collision.

Doom's powerful strength forced him to retreat.

The hollow bone spurs standing on the armor spewed out thick poisonous gas, trying to stop Doom.

The Destruction Hive buzzed as he moved, but Doom didn't care about it and still walked towards the other party firmly.

The fear in Typhonse's eyes as he looked at the Doom Slayer became more intense.

It was the fear of eternal annihilation, the despair of an invincible enemy.

"Renegade, why should you be afraid? You should have gone to hell long ago."

Doom spoke.

Typhons raised his head. He could not see the expression under the Doom Slayer's helmet. He could only see the red light scattered by the vision enhancement device of the opposite eyepiece.

But just by the other person's tone, he could understand the Doom Slayer's disdain.

The existence that once boasted of being the Lord of Death is now afraid of the arrival of real death.

"The empire is just another seedbed that looks bright and beautiful but breeds rotten abscesses inside. I never feel that I am at fault, and you will eventually become nourishment in my Lord's garden."

Before the final moment arrived, Typhons calmed down.

Nurgle's garden is a swamp of decay, but that hypocritical empire is just another devil's cave.

No matter how dirty the garden of the Plague God is, it is still thousands of times cleaner than that hypocritical empire.

The ugliness and cysts on the outside are far inferior to the rotten and vicious heart of human beings.

He can admit his failure, but he cannot tolerate the other party and judges him as a righteous person from above.

Doom knew that he was hopeless, so he said no more, and the Doom Slayer cut off Typhons' arm with a jumping chop.

Over the long thousands of years, Typhons thought that he had become accustomed to enduring torture.

But the moment the Yajin energy weapon cut off his arm, unimaginable pain overwhelmed his soul.

At this moment, Typhons deeply felt the terror of Yajin energy weapons, which were weapons that could truly destroy souls.

He had also heard rumors that the Imperial Warmaster Duker would bring about ultimate destruction.

He scoffed at it at the time, but now, greater panic was brewing in Typhons's heart.

He raised his head and looked at Doom. To be more precise, he looked at the majestic figure sitting on the throne behind Doum.

The man looked down at everything with cruel eyes. Perhaps the other man's eyes were not looking at any demon, or even at the battlefield.

The other party is like the ultimate destroyer, without any compassion or emotion.

At the last moment of his life, Typhons had almost glimpsed the true appearance of the other party - he was a commander who ruled the stars and made the great gods thorn in their backs. He was more terrifying than the mummy on the throne. More moody, more unpredictable.

In the unparalleled pain, Typhons' spiritual vision was inspired, and he accurately captured a glimpse of the future.

He saw the stars wailing, the storm in the spiritual realm that never ceases, and the ocean of souls dried up and decaying.

The man who overlooks the universe brings everything cruelly. He is not a devil, but he is far more frightening than a devil.

"Hahahaha, I am definitely not the one who deserves to go to hell!" The air flow passed through Typhons's swollen alveoli, and he let out a muddy and crazy laugh.

Doom was a little stunned. He didn't understand why the other party fell into madness instantly, but he didn't care. Seeing that the sword in his hand was about to fall, Typhons would be executed completely.

But at this moment, the banging sound of bolters continued to sound.

A series of explosive bombs like raindrops hit Doom's automatically activated energy shield.

The Plague Warriors holding shields joined forces with the Wither Terminators to try to form an indestructible line of defense.

They raised their rusty, seemingly unusable bolt guns to block the advancing Doom Warriors.

The Plague Warriors formed a shield wall, trying to buy enough time for Typhons to evacuate.

Their flesh and blood have been integrated with the armor, and their bodies are bloated and huge. Under the rotten and rusty armor, there are pus and flesh.

These Plague Warriors are monsters, from an even more ancient gene pool.

They are far more powerful than ordinary fallen warriors, and their bloated bodies have long exceeded the tolerance of humans, so they can only exist in such a weird appearance.

One of the Plague Warriors even had a deformed human skull, like an insect head.

The Plague Warrior's armor is rotten in many places, with countless holes, and the ubiquitous magic flies are climbing in those holes like bees in a hive.

It is difficult to describe the disgust of these plague warriors in words.

But their disgusting faces could not shake Doom's pace.

His sword was waving, and no blasphemous things could stop him. The disgusting plague warriors were cut into rotten pieces of meat.

The human wall trying to protect Typhons was knocked down, and one swollen body after another fell.

The foul-smelling and rotten liquid flowed out of the corpses. It seemed that the death of the plague warriors was angered, and the magic flies turned into a black tide and pounced on the Doom Slayer.

But at a distance of more than ten meters from Doom, they were crushed by invisible forces.

Typhons fled backwards, but it was in vain. There was no route for him to retreat safely on the huge plague ark.

The devil's believers were still roaring wildly, but the attacks of the mortal cultists were so weak that they couldn't even leave a scratch on Doom's armor.

Typhons faced Doom who was walking step by step.

He waved the broken sickle and tried to make a last resistance.

But his attack was equally weak, and Doom easily cut off his other arm.

The Doom Slayer lifted him up with one hand, "Look at me, demon, if you really have a clear conscience!"

In Doom's low roar, there was a shock of spiritual power. As he asked, Typhons timidly lowered his head and dared not look at him.

The Doom Slayer saw this and then stabbed Typhons' bloated body with a sword.

This sinner who once killed innocent people wailed continuously after being pierced by the Argent sword.

Typhons' consciousness and soul suffered unprecedented torture.

Red flames slowly burned from his body, and all the sins he had committed in the past were questioning him one by one.

Doom let go of his hand, and Typhons slid to the ground weakly, kneeling on his knees. He looked at the intestines flowing out of his wound, which were full of holes and maggots.

Then the Argent sword swept across, and his head flew out.

The swollen head rolled to the ground, standing out among the corpses scattered with broken flesh and debris.

The huge, bloated headless body had no blood flowing out, only stinking pus splashing out.

The former guardian of the empire, the sinner who led the Father of Genes astray, the messenger of plague who left countless horrible legends for mankind, met his end here.

Typhons was dead, no matter what legends he had, they were all wiped out in the true death.

This ambitious traitor who wanted to please the God of Plague, his body was buried among countless demon corpses.

He looked no different and was not noticed.