The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Typhons gasped and endured the pain. Although he had long forgotten what it was like, as long as there was pain, he was still alive.

Then he raised his head and fixed his eyes on the sky. The black sun began to burn hot and then collapsed.

Something stings his eyes and blurs his world.

Typhons was forced to look away and staggered forward, but he felt the whole world move under his feet, and now he understood that the voice was from the distant sun, and a powerful presence even disturbed him of hearing.

If it was before, he must investigate it clearly, but now he just wants to get rid of this dead place.

After staggering out a few steps, he found the shadow tendrils under his feet, becoming thicker, like icy claws, reaching out to him, reaching out...

"What happened, this is—"

It was a whisper of fear, and since he encountered the strange Eldar, an unspeakable unease had been haunting him, especially when he noticed the change in the shadows, and the unease in his heart grew stronger.

What is-

Then the next moment, he was completely covered by shadows.

The rain of blows fell on him, Typhons was knocked down again, and he felt as if countless fists were beating him, and countless feet were kicking him again.

His strength, his tenacity, his sorcery, and even the Destruction Flies parasitizing his body, could not help him at this time.

Typhons raised his hand and tried to struggle, and then he was hit on the head, so hard that it nearly broke his neck.

But it also ripped apart the darkness, allowing him to see some images, as if he was lying on the ground, with collapsed houses around him.

I don't know how long it took, he seemed to be lifted up in a trance, and some conversations were faintly heard.

"Boss, this guy is so stinky, is this the legendary plague warrior?"

"Believe in what kind of chicken is not good, you have to believe in grief, my brother who thinks about this guy is rotten."

"I heard that Nurgle's body is full of poison, boss, we..."

"What are you afraid of, didn't Ratashin say that it's seriously injured and is not a threat, and you also wore gloves and a mask."

"Boss, it seems to wake up."

"Ratashin, are you going to lock him up? What? Primarch is fine? You can brag!"

"Ugh-"

Typhons swallowed and was about to move, but found that his hands were hanging by his sides, and for some reason he couldn't use any strength. This fragile state has been around since he was transformed into a Space Marine. Never experienced it again.

"You...who are you and what have you done to me."

His head seemed to be covered with something, and only a few figures could be vaguely seen through a few holes, a one-eyed dragon with a red exploding head, a wretched little man, a green-skinned thing, and a hiding In a dirty cloak—

Then, the red exploding head came over and tilted his head to take a look, because he couldn't see his appearance even with a mask on.

"Wake up, you **** pile."

"Who are you scolding!"

When Typhons was so angry, he immediately roared.

"I just scold you, what's the matter? You are in Lao Tzu's hands now."

"Do you know who I am! I am—"

"I don't care who you are, isn't it a plague pig? What happened to the plague pig? Is there a light on the plague pig's face? If you want to live, beg for mercy! I haven't heard an Astarte beg for mercy, this must be recorded well down."

"Boss, he's alright... it doesn't seem to be the same. Is he a big man in the Fourteenth Legion?"

"That's okay, then I can only say it's okay."

Saying that, the red exploding head pointed to the side, and Typhons turned his head to see a guy wearing sunglasses carrying what looked like a video recorder while filming, followed by a few ugly blue-skinned aliens. Looking curiously.

"I'll consider torturing you in another way if I beg for mercy."

His heart arose, and Typhons cursed sharply:

"Spare your mother, I'll **** you XXXX!"

The other party laughed instead of anger, and clapped his hands.

"What a tough guy, then let the show I've prepared for you begin, music!"

With a snap of his fingers, a round of strong music played, and Typhons listened to what seemed to be a long-standing song, which he seemed to have heard in the Third Legion before.

"Hee hee, plague pig, do you like this song? I heard that it was very "representative" in the era of the Great Crusade."

Although it wasn't quite clear what the song represented, a strange feeling suddenly appeared, and Typhons couldn't help but get goosebumps all over.

At this time, Karen suddenly opened his clothes with both hands, and saw that there were countless strange props and detergents hanging under the robe.

Looking at the green skin in front of him, to Typhons, it was more terrifying and terrifying than 100 or even 90 Grey Knights!

"I heard that you are very dirty, I asked Karen and the others to wash you, let me see what you look like after you wash it, don't worry, the cleaning agent it studies is strong enough to deal with a hundred years of adult dirt The product is guaranteed to give you unexpected surprises!"

"You...you **** bastard...you...you...you can't, no...can't...do this...can't!"

"Why not? I have to film it, make hundreds of millions of copies, sell it all over the galaxy, and make a millionaire! How about it, are you interested in begging for mercy now?"

"Gu....I....I killed you...kill...kill all of you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chuanquillo had already walked up and slammed off a piece of armor from Typhonse with a pair of large tweezers, because his body was already glued to the armor, which made Typhons growl.

"Oh, look, he's covered in precious magic metal!"

Chuan Kuiro didn't think it was dirty either. He looked at the peeled armor piece in his hand for a while, and put it into the bag that didn't seem to be full.

"Whoa-- get rid of your filth!"

Karen also came over at this time, perhaps because it took too long to wash the toilet, but the smell on Typhons made him nostalgic.

Greenskin sniffed, and then exclaimed:

"This smell is stronger than the smelliest toilet I've ever washed. Strong, strong."

Hank Evans stepped aside and poked the opponent's lower body with the scabbard in his hand.

"Yeah, his life is still there, it's not rotten, it's quite flexible, hee hee-"

Feeling cold, Taifeng realized in horror that his only armor had been stripped clean by the other party, and the unprecedented shame made him tremble with fear.

"You bastards! Get out of the way! Get out! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hahahaha! Don't stop it! Karen cleans it up for me, and I want to see if the followers of the evil **** Nurgle will be so excited after being washed in vain!"

Karen took out an oversized bottle of powerful cleaner with a syringe, and after watching for a long time, he finally found a "breakthrough" and came behind Typhons.

"Hehe~www.readwn.com~ I'm going to start cleaning."

After saying that, Kren slammed the injection port into a certain "breakthrough", and then pressed hard.

puff puff-

Typhonston screamed in agony. He felt something hot start pouring into his body, which made him very painful, and even the maggots parasitic in his body couldn't stand it and began to burrow out.

"Hahaha! It's starting! It's starting! Frenzied pig, how are you feeling now? How are you feeling!"

Desperate Typhons raised his head and shouted, calling for the first time to the father he had rejected.

"Father, save me!!!"