The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The wrath from the loving father descended slowly and irresistibly over the dark city of Comoros, like the foci of infection on the human body, plagues and viruses came quietly in a series of slowly changing colors, yellow stripes. Flesh-colored shadows with bruises rose over the Comorian dark sky, and changes followed, spreading little by little in the narrow streets and urban areas.

Typhons stood on a high tower near the arena, and a slight cold wind in the distance blew the many runes hanging on him. As a commander, he did not enter the arena for the first time, because he knew that once he found himself You will definitely be under siege.

The Spirit Race has an absolute numerical advantage here, and the more than 1,300 soldiers who participated in the airborne were only 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 of troops and firepower, but this time he dared to take such a risk, not only his reckless courage was at play.

In fact, before he entered Comoros, he had already discovered that the ancient prohibition of the city had been broken, which meant that it became possible to call reinforcements from within the city.

And those troops parachuting into Comoros are actually a bait, they will attract all the attention of the Eldar, and let them ignore the real danger.

This may be cruel to those fighters who are parachuted into the enemy's center.

For a chaotic warlord, pity is just a trivial and distant concept. Together with countless other tiny fragments of humanity, the souls of people like Typhons have been eliminated during the transformation.

He didn't need pity, he didn't need scruples, and he didn't realize the necessity of these things for so long that they became conceptually alien.

In the past years, the former first company commander of the Death Guard Corps has undergone countless transformations, and the rituals and baptisms that have made him stronger have irreversibly rewritten the essence of his soul.

"Very good, let's keep fighting."

The brief laughter quickly disappeared like a extinguished candle, replaced by his usual gloomy demeanor.

A roar caught his attention, and Typhons turned his head and watched as an Eldar fighter took off from a platform on the south side, and flew into the brightening sky with the roar of the thrusters, as if it was heading for battlefield.

Typhons stared at the black fighter plane shrunk into a small dot, and saw the bright morning stars hanging high in the empty sky. It was the continuous battle between the plague fleet and the Eldar fleet. Now a large number of warships have been seriously damaged. Many followers of the **** of plague have died in nothingness.

But fate has its own set of ways beyond everyone's expectations.

"My lord, the venue for the ceremony has been chosen."

At this moment, a Blight Overlord Terminator stepped forward and bowed his head humbly.

Typhons nodded slightly, and the huge horns also rose and fell.

"Okay, let's go now."

Soon, Typhons stepped down from the tower. Everywhere his eyes fell, he saw many dead Dark Eldar and the beasts they kept. All the corpses were covered with a greasy sheen, and in the dark corners Swirls of green and purple, as if something evil was whispering.

The visions now took on new meaning, and there was a constant murmur of little noises that something was sneaking around.

Soon, Typhons left the tower and went to the location chosen by his followers.

It was a courtyard with a flat garden, perhaps a mansion of a nobleman. As soon as Typhons stepped in, there was a roar, which seemed to be responding to him.

Twenty steps away in the vegetation, a huge shadow flashed.

It was a claw demon with human-like limbs, but it was extremely huge. Its long arms seemed to be enough to encircle any century-old uncle, and its rough claws could easily tear metal.

Obviously the owner of the mansion has not been cleaned up.

"Humph."

Typhons let out a low grunt of dissatisfaction, and the owner of the mansion was clearly ready for battle, unleashing a large number of beasts, as well as many cabal warriors, wielding barbed rifles.

The Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest launched a charge without thinking much.

Countless noises flew out of the courtyard, and hundreds of dark spirits rushed out of their hiding places. At the same time, a large number of poison crystals followed, like a violent storm.

The surrounding Blightlord Terminators bathed in the rain, dripping with blood-like sap.

However, the injury only made their anger fierce and made their pace more steady.

At the call of Typhonse's sorcery, a large number of Nurglings sprang from the dark corners, they flew past the sharp swords of the Dark Eldar, and rushed towards their armor without fear.

These little creatures are like fragments, embedded in the naked flesh of the enemy, pulling the opponent's muscles.

Some dark Eldar couldn't bear the pain, and slapped the little things with their hands to drive them away from small but vicious wounds.

At this moment, the claw demon also screamed and jumped towards Typhons.

The Lord of the Destruction Flies cut off the head of the first Claw Demon with a scythe, and the other Ugul tried to fight back with its slender arms, but the Destruction Flies gushing out of Typhons stung it violently. .

Ugur howled in pain as the Doomfly's jagged jaws bit its shoulder, and Typhons kicked it directly into the dark pool next to it with a heavy kick.

Nagul tried to struggle in the black water~www.readwn.com~ for a while, it even almost escaped the water surface, frantically tearing at the poisonous insect that was about to pierce it.

But it sank with a final scream of pain.

A dark Eldar warrior in ornate armor suddenly attacks Typhons, a twisted sword in each hand.

Typhons used the scythe to repel the opponent, and at this time another Ugur rushed over, stretched out a huge claw, and attacked Typhons's back.

But a large number of poisonous insects immediately surrounded the new prey.

Innocent and annoyed, it slapped loudly, making a constant muffled sound and a wet crackling sound.

At this time, the Dark Eldar warrior also launched the strongest blow. With the injection of a large amount of battle medicine from the armor, his speed suddenly increased to an unbelievable level. A row of icy sparks slashed out from one side of his body, and the other stabbed into his thigh.

But Typhonse's armor, which looks decayed, isn't actually soft enough to be cut or pierced easily.

In a sense, he can be described as invulnerable, although the power of the Dark Eldar's outbreak is not small, he can only leave a small wound on his Terminator armor with a width of a finger.

Typhonse grinned fiercely and contemptuously, grabbed the Eldar's throat, and his sharp fingers dug **** ravines into its flesh.

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