The Death Guard rarely have any exceptional psykers.
It is no secret that the Death Guard, who are often on the front line fighting against Chaos, dislike these unstable existences. Once their psychic energy is unstable, they will become the most dangerous bomb.
Furthermore, the Primarch himself refused to introduce the most commonly used system of psychic education, whereby recruits with psychic talents were taught numerology.
Therefore, under the leadership of Mortarion, there were a group of Undertaker Librarians within the Death Guard, but they were only used as substitutes for the Soulless Troops and tools to summon the Primarch himself, and were rarely given key tasks.
They trusted the Death Guard, but the Psykers seemed less trustworthy.
But this does not mean that there are no true psionic masters among the Death Guard.
There is a special case here, an extremely special existence—
Karas Typhon.
With only numerology information available within the Death Guard, no one knew how he practiced, and no one knew what level this irascible Barbarus had reached.
Like other psychics, he does not actively participate in important combat missions.
Note that it was often stated that there were no outstanding psykers within the Death Guard until one met Kharas Typhon.
And after meeting Calas Typhon, they would say,
"Karas!!! You're the ugliest in the galaxy!!!"
Karas snapped his fingers, and Lucius's hideous face once again exploded into brilliant fireworks.
"Don't shout,"
The wizard had a typical villain smile on his face. He was almost vomiting blood, blood was pouring out, and the gaps between his teeth were full of blood.
"I'm scolding your master, you should behave yourself."
Kharas felt Slaanesh's gaze upon him, and he was now absolutely certain that it was upon him—the false god's gaze fixed firmly upon a mortal.
Surely it was his... pleasure
Unfortunately, this is not his first time in Callas.
Karas turned his wrist, and the mistletoe in the shape of the Primarch rustled in his hand. White flames spewed out from the sickle blade, covering most of the battlefield in an instant.
Mist floated among the white flames, and the Death Guards remained unharmed among the white flames.
Stop thinking about that bullshit Mortarion, Karas thought. And Hades—oh no, he was going to disgust them all after all.
"I know what you're thinking, Pluto, Pluto, Pluto—it's a pity he never looks at you, does he?"
Callas laughed.
"Poor creatures!"
He clenched his free hand fiercely towards Lucius who was struggling to get up. Frost climbed up his gauntlets, the armor crackled, and the body of the Immortal twisted abruptly in the air, as if crushed by an invisible pressure, and then there was no sound again.
Karas took a step back and perfectly avoided the next stab of the Demon Disaster. He paced slowly in a circle of seven steps, but every movement just happened to avoid the Demon Disaster's angry attack.
This further angered the demon, and Karas didn't need to scold the boring little guy anymore.
Karas began to concentrate on casting the spell.
Under the watchful eyes of the gods, spellcasting became slightly more difficult. Every time he mobilized his spiritual energy, countless spiritual energies from the Heaven of Desire would scream and try to squeeze into Karas' body, contaminating him.
But alas, Callas had experienced far worse scenarios than this.
"Don't waste your energy,"
Karas taunted, he gripped the handle of the sickle, and casually made a weeding motion in front of him, and a phantom demonic disaster danced in front of him and suddenly swung!
The opportunity has come!
"Pooh!"
Karas coughed up a mouthful of phlegm in the direction in front of him.
The thick liquid hit the target, and the demon screamed in pain. One of its eyes made a hissing sound, accompanied by a wisp of white mist.
Now the demon with one eye blind looks much more pleasing to the eye.
These fools would never understand how much Karas, as a veteran of the Death Guard, had increased his poison resistance and toxicity. Moreover,—
Karas once again suppressed the external spiritual energy that was disturbing him. This spiritual energy became stronger and more crazy.
"I am not some virgin land, false god!"
Karas smiled, feeling happy, and by the way, he sent Lucius to another painful death.
"I am a person who has endured Nurgle's curse. Even if I really have to choose, it would be Nurgle! After all, he is the false god that Hades has always been obsessed with~"
Typhon stretched out the last syllable. He specially turned on the recording. The old soldier had already begun to fantasize. When the real protagonist arrived at the battlefield, should he cry while looking at his corpse, or should he listen to this video and whip his corpse
But he was already relaxed by then.
The Endurance seemed to let out a long mournful wail under the mighty force of Slaanesh. Karas blinked and stopped mocking. The wind started from the duckweed, and after a slight breeze, a storm rolled up around him!
He didn't have a cape to show off.
The attack of the demon was temporarily suppressed. Karas stood firm and smashed the sickle into the deck.
clang!
A steady stream of power was injected into the Endurance, and for a moment, the corridor that had been gradually heating up and changing color suddenly began to cool down and turn gray!
Now the area is almost completely enveloped by Slaanesh's psionic energy, and if psykers borrow power from the Vast Ocean - they will only be tainted by Slaanesh.
But until now, Karas Typhon had not drawn upon any of the power of the Warp.
Death Guard numerologists seem to have no effect at all.
As Typhon raised his eyes, a series of explosions accompanied by white flames broke out within the army of Slaanesh, and Typhon happily accompanied the Noise Warriors.
Until now, in front of Lucius who has died countless times, in front of the demon who has lost one eye,
Karas hadn't suffered a decent attack yet, but he kept bleeding, and the blood kept flowing, never stopping.
Within a circle with a diameter of seven steps, Karas almost covered the entire circle with blood. His blood seeped in, adding a psychic energy boost unique to Karas to this battlefield.
He did not radiate golden light like other great psychics, but Karas did not need that. Compared with Pluto and Death, who created backgrounds for himself, he was obviously more sincere.
Karas grinned again. He hadn't shaved for who knows how long, and his stubble made him look like a sloppy tramp. But it was this tramp who was cursing Pluto here.
Unfortunately, not many people can understand his sincerity and hypocrisy.
Karas still has some tricks up his sleeve.
The real secret lies in the mistletoe in his hand, the weapon that Death took over from the Lord of Fire Dragons, and later handed over to Typhon by Mortarion as an anchor for Death in the world.
But Callas added a twist to the mistletoe.
As for what it is... Karas took away all of Aisha's tears that Mortarion didn't want, the kind that didn't require Hades' approval.
Only Callas, who has held the mistletoe for a long time, knows that beneath the withered appearance, there is a new sprout inside this old sickle!
Unlike the original body, unlike that lucky idiot, Karas has been accumulating his confidence step by step, but unfortunately no one has ever noticed it.
He doesn't need anyone to see it.
As long as it is enough to hit whoever you want to hit, and enough to scold whoever you want to scold.
Karas felt Slaanesh's gaze shift slightly away - were they coming back, or over there? Whatever -
"Slaanesh!!! Do you know what Hades said about you?"
Callas paused for a moment, then grinned.
"Oh, he doesn't even mention you - so why not fuck me - but you can't even get rid of me."
He vomited a large mouthful of blood again.
This time, there was some pink mixed in with the red blood.
It was just the beginning, and Karas was not panicked at all. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He had experienced the whole process of depravity in the past, so it is still a piece of cake for him now.
—————
Run—run—run!
Faster!!! Walkers!!!
The corridor roared as they ran wildly, and the long and narrow corridor flashed by. Vox saw the corpses of the defenders, their blood splattered on the walls and had not yet dried.
Death Guard, Soulless Ones, Cerberus, Mechanical Magus—No, no no no no!!!
The flying human corpses silently revealed the truth. They were violently knocked away by the Great Secret Keeper and their bodies were scattered everywhere.
Morag's instructions were heard on the channel, and Vox sped along. The path was slightly different from what he had imagined, but Two-Face soon understood everything.
The Death Guard took the initiative to blow up part of the corridor, but this had no effect on the army that pierced into the hinterland like a spike. They were fully capable of forcing a short-distance teleportation.
Vorx ran, never run so fast before. He was a standard Death Guard, but at this moment he exceeded the speed that a Death Guard should have.
He may not be a particularly qualified commander. Vox does not want to shed more blood, and he does not want to see blood flow in vain. Now is not the time for children to sacrifice, they should come!
The lights in the dungeon cast dim light down, and he heard music that sounded like explosions in the distance, and even the light was distorted by the impact of the sound waves.
There were corpses everywhere.
He hurriedly sped up again. In the distance, Fabius's swear words and the roar of Amnak, the King of Hosts, were heard one after another.
He turned the corner and crossed the triple defense. The blood had almost reached his knees and was flowing as he ran.
…the last line of defense.
Vox gasped, his sweat-soaked eyes taking in the absurd scene before him.
Once you enter the dungeon, you will need to pass through seven defensive gates before approaching Aisha's cage.
The last major gate is the [Gate of Life and Death] made of extremely dense black stone.
Guarding this pass are elite warriors seconded from the Sons of Pluto.
Vox saw a warrior.
Blake was holding two axes, his body covered in blood, and he was full of blood. Opposite him, Amnak, whose left hoof had been chopped off, was screaming.
Next to the Great Keeper of Secrets, Eidolon was no longer recognizable as a human being, his head swollen ridiculously. Vox saw the Emperor's mouth, drooling, open and close twice -
not good!
Vox thought, it was a noise attack!
"Cover your ears!!!"
He just had time to remind the seemingly slow-witted Mingzi, but Vox saw Blake also took a deep breath.
“Ahhhh!!!!!!”
Eidolon let out a deafening death scream, and the sound waves exploded! The air pressure even stopped Vox's steps several times.
In front of Eidolon, who could barely hold up his head, blood vessels as thick as fingers popped out of Blake's neck and face. The Black Butcher's expression was extremely ferocious, with the corners of his mouth twisted and even cracked.
It looked like he was trying to withstand Eidolon's sonic attack.
Ashes flowed out of Vox's mouth, and his sound waves were mixed with corrupt information. He no longer expected that Mingzi could survive.
As if confirming Vox's idea, Two-Face saw Fabius, who had isolated himself from the sound waves in advance, raise his gun.
Vox tried to raise his gun and shoot, but the muzzle was shaken by the sound waves and he couldn't aim at all.
Ashes flow from his ears—
Blake thought as he sank his breath into his dantian. He could not see any reinforcements as he was holding his breath to the limit. This Mingzi was not thinking about these things. He was recalling the scene at that time and the skills that the Father of Genes had taught him.
Then Blake opened his mouth and uttered his battle cry at the noisy fellow,
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!"
Blake shouted,
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"
He swung his battle axe! WAAAAAAGH!!! He seemed to be back on the battlefield fighting the greenskins. Blake looked up and vaguely saw the familiar figure of his father, so he raised his battle axe and chopped at Eidolon!
Two sound waves collided! Eidolon was the winner! Blake felt his eyes go dark...
… …
"Black Butcher," the green-skinned man with big front teeth said gruffly as he broke off half of a fart for Blake. Blake took it silently but did not intend to take off his helmet to eat.
Seeing that Blake didn't eat it, the green-skinned boss didn't get angry and just took a bite of the juicy fart semen.
"I know you're always quiet,"
Front Tooth said, bumping Blake with his shoulder.
"But you have to remember, when we fight, the one with the loudest voice wins. We have to WAAAGH!! to beat the weakling on the other side."
Blake was silent for a moment.
“I tried to shout.”
He said, but saw Daqian Ya shook his head earnestly.
"You must be a kid that just grew out of the ground. Now, let me teach you how to yell."
The big front tooth took a deep breath, then it opened its mouth wide—
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"
Blake spurted out a mouthful of blood! The flames burned fiercely! He wanted to be the WAAAAGHest!!! He wanted to live up to the name of Hades!!!
"For!!! For Pluto!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
The shout was deafening! Even Eidolon was shocked by the huge words and the deep meaning contained in them! Blake was overwhelmingly! Overwhelmingly! He had the upper hand! And so did his axe!
Bang!!!
The axe hit the deck and embedded deeply. Blake turned his head sharply and stared at Eidolon, who was suddenly pulled away by Bayer and escaped.
"What the hell?!"
Fabius cursed in despair, "It's fine if the Endurance has Soulless and Eternal Garden veterans, but what the hell is this? !"
And they were stopped at the last door by this kind of thing!!!
But before he could react, another scythe spun towards him!
Amnak let out a sharp scream, and a long sickle with a chain on one end bit into its neck!
Vox didn't know whether he should feel sad that he had finally witnessed this ridiculous scene, or feel sad about something else. In the end, he decided to put his thoughts aside and concentrate on fighting.
He yanked the chain between his hands, and behind him, the molten stream illuminated the profile of Vox.
"Good boy! Hold on!"
Vox shouted, kicked the ground hard and immediately joined the battle!
—No! It’s too late!
Bayer thought,
"Prince of Darkness!!!"
he cried out—and Slaanesh answered him directly.
They were close enough! This was a prison constructed by Death in the Warp - and Slaanesh had smelled her scent.
There's no time.
… … … … …
"Oh, I'm so tired."
Hades said that the height difference in front of the cave entrance was too ridiculous. Having just absorbed the Void Dragon, Hades was a little tired. He casually stretched out his hand and waved, "Give me a hand, Moth Smash."
[…]
Mortarion, who was already standing in front of the cave entrance, ignored him.
Hades waved his hand again, "Moth Smash, Moth Smash."
He shouted twice more, but the Primarch still stared into the distance with a frown on his face, and finally -
[Stop it, Endurance, hurry over there, it's Desire Heaven. ]
Mortarion said so, and the next moment, the Primarch's huge body turned into white mist and dissipated in an instant.
“?!”
Hades perked up suddenly.
… … … … …
Why did he hear the greenskins' waaagh sound? ?
Karas thought with empty eyes that his current condition was not very good. Dense scales had grown on the wounds caused by the magic disaster, but fortunately, it was still within the tolerable range.
Better than growing wings.
Karas breathed a sigh of relief—not relief that things were getting better, but relief that there was nothing left for him to do. His vision was blurry, not because he was injured.
But...
Slaanesh has arrived.
He heard the sound of the Endurance's dragon spine, which was already overwhelmed, breaking.
Then there is—
That scream!
(End of this chapter)