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A long digestive tract embedded on the surface of the armor forms the pattern of the Three Holy Emblem on the surface of the armor, which is the symbol of Nurgle's faith.
On Typhons's neck, sarcoma replaced the neck armor.
There is a Nurgling growing on the fat sarcoma. The Nurgling has no legs, and its entire upper body grows together with the sarcoma. It looks as disgusting as possible.
But neither Vashtoll nor McCain, an eternal veteran, are surprised by the current situation of Typhons.
Typhonse died too many times and was resurrected too many times.
He has completely lost himself.
He was just a creature of Nurgle called Typhons, and Nurgle could create countless freaks named Typhons if he wished.
"I heard that you eliminated many high-ranking members of the Black Legion." Nurgling's gaze fell on McCain's face. "Now it seems true. After all, every time I see you, the Black Legion veterans you bring with you are not Same face."
Vashtor responded with silence.
As Typhons said, it cleared out a lot of Black Legion men.
It doesn't like the Black Legion as much as it seems on the surface. If it wasn't to fight against a fateful enemy, it wouldn't stay here at all.
"Let's get down to business." Vashtor raised his Soul Forge Hammer, and a diagram of the external situation of the Eye of Terror immediately appeared in front of Typhons, "We must finalize the matter of mutual defense first. , otherwise we will fight independently when the enemy invades, and then be easily wiped out together with the Eye of Terror."
McCain looked at Typhons on the side.
He felt that since Typhons had arrived, he had already thought about agreeing to join forces.
However, Typhons did not follow what the Lord of the Forge said.
"You are a lesser god after all." The Nurgling on Typhons's sarcoma spoke again, "But now you are personally engaged in a struggle for interests with mortals. Even the Great Unclean One like the Black Death is more like a human being than you. A transcendent existence.”
"Yes." Vashtor nodded, "Just like your master, when the Blood God and the Prince of Darkness just sent their own bloodthirsty demons and secret keepers to invade the Crystal Demon Realm, he personally led his own demon army. Attacking, I'm doing exactly what it's doing."
After a conversation, Typhons fell silent.
Vashtor was right. In the eternal battle in the warp, Nurgle personally led the demon army against the Tzeentch demon army led by Carlos and won.
But Carlos said frankly that it was fear. Nurgle went into battle personally because he was afraid of a small failure that might come.
"I'm not good at gossiping, so let's get down to business." Typhons reached out and touched the Nurgling on the sarcoma.
The Lord of the Forge slammed the forging hammer on the ground: "You have become this virtuous. A Nurgling speaks for you and you are still not good at talking. Then you should discuss things with me honestly instead of talking nonsense. Find fault with me."
Typhons remained silent.
Vashtor then revealed what he had planned for Typhons.
Let Typhons send the plague planet directly to the outskirts of the Eye of Terror through a ritual. Once this important target is discovered, it will inevitably become the first major battlefield after the war begins.
Then he asked Typhons to evacuate most of the Death Guard's troops on the plague planet to cooperate with the Black Legion in counterattacking.
Vashtor commanded Typhons as he commanded his demons.
If it had an arrogant attitude, Typhons could still think that this guy was just looking for trouble, but Vashtor was too calm, and his tone was slow and powerful, so it gave people a natural feeling, as if now Ah Barton and Mortarion are gone, and the two major forces in the Eye of Terror should belong to this secondary god who appeared inexplicably.
However, Vashtor is not just arrogant. It has really thought carefully about the strategy before saying this. However, it does not care what others think after hearing its words. It just pursues the best efficiency.
If the Death Guard and the Black Legion obey it, then it will be sure to fight the Golden Expedition Fleet.
"That's enough." Typhons suddenly interrupted Vashtor's narration, "Whether your defense plan is feasible or not will be discussed later. Right now I have to do a more important thing, which is to recover the stolen goods from Broome. The plague artifact!"
"Have you found the stolen holy weapon?" Vashtor asked.
It heard about the recent loss of the Holy Artifact by the Death Guard. Mortal warriors like McCain also laughed at the stupidity of the Death Guard, but Vashtor felt that there must be another hidden reason behind this matter.
"Of course, it's on Broome. I'll organize people to take it back."
"If you still want us to join forces and face the invasion of powerful enemies together, then show me your sincerity."
"Whether it's demon engines, weapons, or anything else we need, how much you give us will directly reflect your sincerity!"
Now it's Typhonse's turn to give orders to Vashtor.
But Vashtor only felt helpless after hearing this. It felt that it was necessary to let Typhons understand that it did not have to protect the Eye of Terror. It could leave the Eye of Terror and go wherever it wanted, but Typhons and the others could not. Losing your home in the Eyes of Fear means being dependent on someone else.
And Typhons actually used this matter as a bargaining chip to ask for benefits.
"I remind you, my Plague Warlock also saw something." When Vashtor was about to refute, Typhons pointed to McCain aside: "His Warmaster is on Broome. Appeared."
McCain's expression suddenly changed and he looked at Vashtor in shock.
This is different from what Vash'tor said, which said the Warmaster was recuperating in his realm.
"Prophecies are not reliable." Vashtor refuted Typhons, but after careful consideration, he agreed, "Go to Broome, and I will give you whatever you need. But we will go with you. "
735.Can’t stand it anymore
Can't stand it anymore
I originally thought that I would be able to finish the move yesterday and write this morning when I got up. The employer also gave me a day off, but I ended up being busy until noon.
I haven't eaten yet, I'm tired and hungry, and when I smell the dumplings being cooked next door, I feel overwhelmed.
I wrote four chapters today, more than 9,400 words, 600 words short of 10,000 words.
Let’s accumulate the remaining two chapters. Starting from tomorrow, there will be six updates in eight days, and I won’t ask for leave during this period.
God's choice pulled today...
The truth is that my plans couldn’t keep up with the changes and I didn’t have much luggage, so I ended up being busy for most of the day doing things like the Internet.
Chapter 722 Book of Disaster
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Underground in Broome, in a branch research facility.
The three death shrouds advanced on the straight corridor, and the person at the front of the team was responsible for breaking the trap and leading the way.
The person at the back of the team is responsible for intercepting the gland hounds that appear from everywhere.
The person in the middle is holding a book of disasters.
In the lair of the Death Guard, there is a library on the Plague Planet, which was once used by Mortarion to store various forbidden books, including various theoretical files on his research on the plague virus, as well as the forbidden books on numerology he studied. , a complete collection of vicious spells filled with curses.
The most precious collection in the library is the seven books of woe. Mortarion will occasionally take out one of these books and give it to the champion warrior he likes.
The Deathshroud wielding the Disaster is clearly a champion of Mortarion.
But the champion now serves someone other than Mortarion.
The three-person team moved forward for a while.
When the person at the front of the team suddenly stopped and showed the auspicious device covered with tumors and tentacles to the champion behind him, the champion realized that they were taking a meaningless detour in Fabius' laboratory. .
But the apocalypse has shown a new path.
"Go to that new route now!"
Typhonse's command rang in the ears of the three Deathshrouds.
Immediately after leaving Melham, Typhons was busy looking for the sacred artifact stolen by Fabius, and he already knew that the sacred artifact was located on Broome.
But in front of Vashtor, Typhons, who showed his attitude of going to Broome to retrieve the sacred artifact no matter what, became hesitant and cautious.
Since Fabius can find a way to steal the Holy Artifact, he will never leak the news that he obtained the Holy Artifact just after stealing it...
He may be deceiving.
Typhons did not immediately assemble a huge plague fleet to attack Broome, but ordered three death shrouds to investigate Broome to confirm whether the holy artifact was on Broome.
If it exists, even if this is Fabius's trap, then he still has to snatch the sacred weapon.
Now, Typhons is waiting for the investigation results of the three death shrouds.
"Don't hesitate, find me the holy weapon!"
When Typhons, who was far away on the plague planet, pressed for orders again, the champion in the death shroud had to take out the book of disaster.
The cover of the book shows a face twisted in pain.
When the champion reaches out and turns the pages of the book with respect, the face on the cover of the book will let out a painful wail.
The champion found the page he wanted to see. This page contained a spell that could save him the trouble of traveling.
"Sa, Kansa."
An incomprehensible sound came from the big mouth in the champion's belly.
This sound cannot be made even by the Eldar, but can only be made by the mutated limbs that grow after accepting the faith of Nurgle.
As the spells came out one after another, a twisted crack appeared in front of the three death shrouds.
When the crack appeared, a faint green light filled the corridor, and the walls, floor, and ceiling mutated to varying degrees.
A six-meter-tall twisted head grew out of the place where the crack was. The skull opened its mouth as if it was ready to swallow everything.
The death shroud champion closed the page in silence, and walked slowly towards the mouth of the twisted skull amidst the wails coming from the cover of the Book of Disaster. He disappeared first, and then appeared deeper in the laboratory.
The other two death shrouds also entered the mouth of the skull and were teleported directly to a new place, which was the new route shown on the auspicious device.
These three death shrouds came to Bloom in the same way as before.
Directly through the spell in the Book of Disaster, a long distance was crossed in an instant, from the plague planet directly to a certain laboratory on Broome.
For this spell, just traveling through different routes in the laboratory is overkill, but there is no way.
The Deathshrouds move on.
As before, enemies appeared in the corridor, but this time the enemies were no longer Fabius's creations such as gland hounds, but some Space Marines wearing crimson armor, some Daemons of Khorne, some with paint on their bodies. Mortal servants of blood and blasphemous symbols.
Strictly speaking, these people are not enemies, because they were all very confused when they saw the sudden appearance of the death shroud.
But the Deathshrouds easily used their scythes to make their enemies wither in doubt.
Following the guidance of the augur, they advanced while killing, and finally the auger detected the location of the sacred artifact.
The location of the Plague Ark stolen by Fabius and the Horn of Infection is at the end of the road ahead.
The champion holding the Book of Disaster raised his head and looked forward.
At the end of the view is a huge metal gate.
"Forward! Forward!"