The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The awakened dead traveled in the underground tunnel.

These staggering corpses marched forward with determination, unencumbered by pain and other earthly problems, as relentless and unstoppable as a submerged tide.

The underground tunnels at the Venomous Cabal headquarters are so vast that no map can even map it out, some tunnels so wide, others excruciatingly claustrophobic.

The special fishy smell suggests that there is life in this winding tunnel, and the tunnel close to the surface is full of dirty and filthy mutant creatures, bringing moisture to the surface of the tunnel.

There was even sewage being flushed into the tunnels from the Cabal fortress, and the filth was even knee-deep, and the figure wandering in the darkness made a vague noise to avoid the arrival of the tentacles of the rotten god.

Many things that are "tired" by the conspiracy will be thrown into the ground and left to fend for themselves, but many alien beings transformed by the haemophile have extremely tenacious vitality, and they have survived and even prospered at the feet of the conspiracy. .

The mist spread out from the wall, coiling around the dead and the cursed, the damp mist squirming around them.

Typhons drove everything in his way with a ruthless pace, the huge scythe tightly in his hand, dozens of Wither Overlord Terminators silently followed behind him, only Murphy Dust walked beside him, in his hand. holding a jewelry.

This is a peculiar ornament without any decoration, an oval pendant carved from obsidian, with an eye in the center of the amulet, which is grasped by sharp claws composed of vines, and a strange pictogram like a deer head is inlaid in the around it.

It was with this accessory that they chased Isa's daughter all the way down to the ground, and took a lot of detours. Originally, they were going to break into Maras's bedroom, but the target suddenly fell at an extremely fast speed. Taifeng Si immediately judged that the other party must have entered a secret underground passage.

Therefore, he ordered everyone to find the entrance to the underground, but he did not expect to find one under a high tower.

A rumbling sound from the depths of the ground accompanied followers of the Plague Father, noxious fumes filled the foul air of the tunnel, and occasionally steam spewed from cracks in the tunnel, bringing the stench of sulphur and excrement. of filth.

Substances made of yellow oil congealed into the walls of the tunnels, and gave off an oil lamp-like smell, and occasionally traces of living creatures were found on the serrations of a series of rocks.

The deeper Typhons' pursuit team went, the more frequent signs of biological activity.

After a while, some screeching screams rushed out of the darkness, and then a group of skinless deformed monsters poured out from all directions, waving claws and bone spurs, screaming in a language that no one could understand.

It was a quick and sharp vibrato, with a low howl mixed in it.

"This place reminds me of a stronghold of Slaanesh believers that I once captured, and there are a lot of these corrupt things in there, and they are not forgiving at all."

Murphy Dust looked at those twisted lives and made a mocking sound.

Groups of monsters swarmed towards them, fiercely biting the rotting flesh of the walking corpse that was walking in the front to consume the trap, roaring excitedly.

Silence is shrouded in the constant progress of the dead. Most of them are the Dark Eldar who died in battle not long ago. They wear the armor of their lifetime, but their limbs are broken.

Realizing that these corpses wouldn't stop because of pain, these creatures began to defend their territory and frantically banged against the rock walls, bringing a deafening noise.

Afterwards, the noise intensified and deafened, intended to instill fear in the enemy who had no fear.

The deceased stumbled forward in the narrow tunnel, with a few pieces of flesh hanging from the bones, like a tattered armor wrapping the body.

The short tunnel was very wide, hundreds of plagued corpses collided with the swarming monsters, the suffocating air was filled with an ominous stench, and Typhons looked up - the ceiling of the tunnel, the cracks in the ground , these pests are everywhere.

These monsters even know to use simple weapons, and the sound of battle accompanies the collision of corpses with rusted blades.

A five-handed aberration swung a jagged bone blade at the staggering zombies, but the blade got stuck in the zombie's rancid flesh.

With a howl from its eyeless pale face, it ripped his bone blade from the dead foe and smashed it again and again into the dead man's rotting cheek.

The bone blade shaved off the dead man's nose and cheeks, but there was an unbelievable smile under the scab, and then the dead man fell to the ground, and the monster's howl soon became a kind of Full of terrified screams, the zombie's mutilated knuckles snapped into each other's mouths, pulling their tongues until the head was torn open to enjoy the brains beneath it.

Suddenly, a green band of light drew an arc from the smoke, tearing at the dead on the front lines, making the staggering dead clumsily dance a tiresome dance of death, the mutilated flesh peeling off the bones, and at the same time. Become more flexible and powerful.

Then the flies of destruction swarmed from behind the smoke to bite those, burrowing into the ears and eyes of the aberrant creatures.

Typhons methodically walked through the ranks of the dead to the front, muttering a mysterious incantation, and the dead gave way for him.

When the Destruction Flies were released, a stench of death emanated from his body, and the stench of air turned into a cloud of smoke~www.readwn.com~ condensed and formed in his palm.

The creature clinging to the wall fell down weakly. When a group of monsters rushed towards him, Typhons raised his palm to his lips and blew a thick smoke at the enemy.

In the next second, the rotten stench clings to the living, feeding on their flesh and blood, dissolving the skin that comes into contact with the smoke.

The stench in the air became more disgusting as the rotting flesh peeled from the creatures, and even the twisted beast had to prostrate at his feet.

It was a terribly horrific way to die, but the smoke dissipated before it devoured less than a third of the monster, and Typhons enjoyed the miserable cries of their struggles on the ground, only to hear another A roar came from behind.

"Um?"

He felt the ground under his feet tremble.

At first it was just a slight vibration, a slight roar, but it soon became more and more violent, until the soil under his feet began to deform.

Then the walls and ceiling of the tunnel collapsed, and as rocks and dirt poured into the tunnel, a group of cabal warriors rushed in with Claws and Ugur, and rushed directly at Typhons and Wither behind the dead. Overlord terminators.

Apparently, the Vicious Tongue Conspiracy will not let a group of followers of the **** of Nurgle roam around their nest.

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