Typhons is the Captain of the Death Guard.
Naturally, one's own strength should not be underestimated.
During the Great Crusade, it was considered the first echelon of many legions.
As famous as Abaddon, Sigismund and others.
During the Great Crusade, the Captain of a Company would usually be the warrior most trusted by the Primarch.
This requires their strategies and skills to be at top level.
Otherwise, if a company commander is too weak, it will be easy for him to have his evaluation lowered in exchanges with other legions.
The huge, filth-covered scythe streaked through the air, transforming into an unstoppable blade.
The sharp sickle blade, blessed with evil, was covered in a pale green glow.
The force field blessed by the God of Plague can help Typhon's scythe easily cut through steel or any creation.
After awakening in Nurgle's Garden, Typhons' strength, agility, and even all his physical qualities were enhanced.
The attack is faster and can withstand more damage.
The giant sickle was blocked by Loken's double swords.
The force fields collided with each other, making terrible noises.
The enormous force created a shock wave that pushed both parties apart.
"Surrender." Typhons waved his scythe and rushed forward again. "The victory of mankind is short-lived and is destined to be swallowed by the storm of the warp. Join us, eternal death and rebirth awaits. Father Nurgle is very generous. You can find your place in the garden, where you will be blessed without having to endure harm or loss. Happy people can always live in holy filth."
"Don't think that everyone is as confused as you." Locke swung his swords and launched a fierce attack again.
This body forged with the empire's most advanced technology endows him with infinite power.
Each blow felt to Typhon like a mountain hitting his scythe.
Every collision sent sparks flying.
Typhon's bulky body also retreated step by step.
He was simply powerless to resist such a brutal collision.
Seeing that Typhons was at a disadvantage, several other Death Guards also wanted to find an opportunity to provide support.
The other Primaris warriors raised their bolters at a distance and began shooting at the Death Guards.
A Death Guard was hit by several explosive bombs in succession, and his head exploded like an overripe abscess, and he fell to the ground.
Another had a broken leg and green slime was oozing from the wound.
Locke then chopped off his head with a sword.
"Your opponent is me." Typhus roared, and he swung his scythe at Loken's head, but was blocked by the other party with another sword.
Before the opponent's next attack came, Typhons had to force away the opponent's sword and retreat.
"Today is your end." Locke's words were filled with cold murderous intent. "The blood debt has come to be repaid."
The clash of swords and scythes was deafening.
Typhons was blessed by the God of Plague, and at this time he was standing on the realm of Nurgle, with endless power supporting his battle with Loken.
Loken fought back with the Heart of the Empire, the blessing of the Holy Emperor and his own superb skills.
Both of them have the power to destroy all living things in their bodies.
Every collision is an expression of absolute power, like an avalanche or a volcanic eruption.
The two had once faced off against each other during the Great Crusade.
Once the friendliest of rivals.
Before his fall, Horus possessed a great talent for diplomacy and could always handle the relationship between him and his brothers with ease.
The relationship between the Death Guard and the Luna Wolves is not very bad. Like other legions, they will exchange ideas and communicate every time they reunite.
The exchange of skills between us at that time and the deadly battle that is now breaking out deep in the foundry are completely different.
Both sides were filled with murderous intent and wanted to kill the other side.
Primal energy burns around Typhus, and his scythe guides the most essential force in the universe. Every strike contains an evil force that is enough to cut through time and space.
The malicious fire in his eyes was too much to look at.
Loken showed no fear and did not retreat at all.
He has the conditions to defeat Typhons. The only thing he needs is to be calm enough and wait for the opponent to reveal a flaw.
Visible aftermath was released from their confrontation.
The thunder released by the blade blessed by the Holy Emperor made the filth of the Warp retreat, and those disgusting Warp decorations also twisted.
It is said that these two swords were forged in a factory controlled by Vulkan, and were endowed with the power of the spiritual world and the ability to cut off life.
This is a weapon that only exists in mythology.
Relying on the various abilities granted by the Heart of the Empire, Loken was able to maintain the offensive of his two swords with ease.
Time suspension, space contraction, teleportation, these abilities are used as if they are free.
Typhons escaped those fatal attacks with the blessing of the Plague Father and the blessing of this special field.
Time and again, he used his monster-like sickle to block the sword's blade.
Sputtering sparks ignited the ragged human-skin tapestries, the works of art created with unknown liquids, and the soft and slimy faces embedded in the walls.
Wherever their battle spread, flames rose.
Within minutes, the entire room was ablaze.
Typhons looked embarrassed. The flames came from Guilliman and suppressed him.
On the other hand, Loken became more and more courageous as the battle went on, wielding his two swords with perfection. Once he had the chance, he would strike out with a fierce blow to take his life.
During the Battle of Terra, Loken had imagined the enemies he might face.
He regarded every traitor as an imaginary enemy.
He carefully studied his opponent's fighting style and tried to find a way to crack it.
As the captain of the Death Guard, Loken naturally could not forget it.
He unleashed a series of fierce blows, the flying blades so light that they severed the fabric of space and time, causing brief annihilation.
Typhon used the scythe in his hand to block.
He was heavy and bulky.
But brute force can overcome skill, and his brute strength is enough to make up for these shortcomings.
Whenever he was at a disadvantage and unable to stop the endless sword attacks, Typhons would swing his scythe to force Loken back.
When he swung the scythe again, Loken seized Typhons' weakness.
He stabbed the sword in his hand into the opponent's body with all his strength, and a strong shock wave erupted.
The power attached to the sword and the blessing given to Typhon burst out.
Make the flames more fierce.
Typhons tried to swing his scythe to force Loken back, but was blocked by the other man with another sword.
The sword that pierced his body also pierced into his armor little by little in the opponent's rock-hard hand.
It penetrated the swollen armor and pierced into the flesh blessed by the Father.
Typhons lowered his head and looked in disbelief at the weapon that pierced his abdomen.
Foul-smelling pus gushed out from the wound, staining the already filthy power armor.
"It looks like I won." Locke said in a deep voice. He exerted force suddenly, forced away Typhon's sickle, and stabbed the other sword into the opponent's body.
Typhons screamed in agony and stepped back.
Loken pressed forward, thrusting his sword deeper.
Typhons suddenly exploded in pain, punched Loken's head, and moved the sickle on the other side, trying to chop Loken alive.
In order to avoid getting hurt himself, Locke had to give up the two swords that were stabbing into the opponent's body, and suddenly stepped back to avoid the opponent's attack. At the same time, he took out the grenade launcher that was hung on his waist with a magnetic lock.
"No pain is too hard for the Death Guard. We are tougher than any other legion," said Typhons.
The two swords pierced into his body, causing him endless pain but making his strength even stronger.
The blessing of the Plague God involves enduring pain.
Blessed Death Guard can withstand many times the damage of other Legion warriors.
This injury would have been fatal to other traitors, but Typhons was still able to hold on. You can imagine how tenacious he was.
"I originally wanted to send you back to Terra alive, but now it seems that I can't do it." Loken raised the grenade launcher in his hand and pointed the black muzzle at Typhons' head.
Typhons gripped the sickle in his hand tightly. "At such a close distance, do you think the explosives are faster than the sickle in my hand?"
"You can try it." Locke said.
Typhons moved, and the halo that appeared due to the blessing of the God of Plague could not keep up with his speed.
The sickle in his hand left an afterimage, and its speed reached an extreme level.
With a bang, his head exploded like a watermelon.
The huge body fell to the ground, like a corpse that had been rotting for many years encountering the air and vaporizing with a sizzling sound.
Wisps of white steam detached from the skeleton.
In the end, even the skeleton turned into ashes and drifted away in the air.
"The kill is complete." Loken whispered as he watched Typhons turn into ashes. He walked over, bent down and picked up the two swords.
However, the next second, a warning sounded in my heart.
He didn't realize anything yet.
I saw a giant sickle swung out from behind and pierced through his body directly.
Typhons, who should have died just now, was now standing behind him intact.
There was a strange green glow wrapped around his body.
"This is the realm of the loving father." Typhons whispered, "Do you think you can kill me in this realm? I only need a few breaths to be reborn."
Loken looked at the wound that pierced his chest, blood spurting out from the grille of his visor.
He had underestimated these damn traitors.
This is Nurgle's territory.
How could he be so confident that he had killed Typhons.
Typhons used force directly, and the sharp sickle cut Loken's body in half.
Bright red blood gushed out, staining the floor red.
"I am the winner." Typhons roared loudly, and the terrible sound echoed in the room, making the soldiers' ears rumble.
When the Primaris warriors saw Loken's defeat, they tried to break away from their enemies and save their new chapter leader.
The Luna Wolves have just been restored, are they about to welcome their second chapter leader
But the Death Guards fought very hard and tried their best to stop them.
The Moon Wolves were unable to rescue Loken.
"Let me see who you are." Typhons leaned over and took off the helmet of the lying Loken, and saw his face. "So it's Gavial Loken. Didn't you learn enough lessons during the siege of Terra? What do you think you can change?"
Locke spat at him.
"The defeat of the God of Plague is already doomed, Typhons, you can't change anything."
"Hahaha, totally wrong. Do you think Guilliman can win? You are underestimating a Chaos God." Typhons raised his foot and showed a cruel smile. "Remember the one who killed you, Loken. If you can be resurrected, run away from me when you see me."
As soon as the words fell, the swollen steel boots stepped down suddenly.
He stomped Locke's head to pieces.
"This is what happens when you fight the god of plague," Typhons whispered.
Loken's broken body turned into points of light, floated in the air, and disappeared.
A few seconds later, a ball of light emerged from the turbid air and then exploded suddenly. The strong light made Typhons blink subconsciously.
Loken, who had been trampled to death and dismembered, rushed out in the light.
The two swords leaped with deadly arcs of electricity, and with one sword, they slashed down, directly cutting off the hand of Typhons who subconsciously raised the sickle.
The swollen arm and the filth-covered sickle fell to the ground, and pale green pus gushed out.
"How could it be!" Typhons' face was full of astonishment, but Locke didn't waste any more words with him. He swung the sword in his hand again, cutting off his other hand, and then bent his leg and cut off both of his legs.
Typhons fell down wailing.
In a few seconds, he had his limbs chopped off by Loken and fell to the ground.
The situation changed so quickly that the look of astonishment on Typhons' face took a long time to fade away.
"Don't think that only the Chaos Gods can bring life back to life." Loken walked in front of Typhons with sarcasm and mockery in his eyes.
Typhons
"Since you will be resurrected, I will not kill you, but take you back to Terra as originally planned. Mortarion is waiting for you there, Typhons."
Other Primaris warriors also rushed over at this time.
The legendary mentor Cardo Diego, who took another path, also walked out from another corridor.
Typhon fell to the ground, losing all ability to resist, and was thrown into the demon cage used exclusively by the Grey Knights like a dead dog.
This kind of cage can even hold the Primarch.
Typhus is naturally no problem.
Realizing what was going to happen, Typhons roared helplessly in the cage.
"No! Lorcan, you can't do that."
His rage made the Luna Wolves and Grey Knights laugh, and they continued on their way to their next target location.
Imperial forces have taken control of the situation at the foundry.
The resistance of demons and traitors is growing weak.
The Empire's firepower cleared out the plague cannons and plague drones one by one, dismantling the virus machine cannons bit by bit.
The screams of demons and traitors were everywhere.
At the deepest point, a great unclean one was leading the last demon army to resist.
Typhons watched how the Great Unclean One was surrounded and became the object of ridicule of those damned corpse worshippers.
They seized the opportunity to slash at the Great Unclean One's bloated body with their swords.
When the Great Unclean One wanted to launch an attack, they all ran away.
As soon as the Great Unclean One shifted his attention, they all rushed over again and continued to chop.
So shameless.
"Look how tenacious it is. It fights to the death for its god." Loken stood beside Typhons' prison cell and said in a sarcastic tone, "I almost shed tears for it. It's such a noble warrior, but it looks a little disgusting."
The other Luna Wolves all chuckled.
They don't like to bully prisoners, but traitors and demons are another matter.
Typhus' eyes were bared and he was about to go crazy.
The besieged Great Unclean One let out a painful sound.
Under the siege of the empire, it was badly wounded and eventually collapsed.
Cardo Diego walked up to his side and looked down at the huge demon.
His sword ignited with a sacred flame.
With one strike of the sword, the opponent can be completely put to death.
"The head of a great demon will be the best gift to our emperor. You are allowed to leave your last words, demon."
"You can destroy my army and take everything from me, but humans can never defeat the Father," the Great Unclean One said. "You will fail and suffer in the Father's Garden."
"Are all demons so pitiful now? I suspect that you have listened to those dying mortals too much, and when it comes to you, you also subconsciously say these words." Cardo Diego said: "Your master is destined to be wiped out. The other Chaos Gods have already smelled his weakness. Soon, you will be attacked from all sides."
"You will never succeed." The Great Unclean One shouted with a rotten throat.
Cardo Diego chanted a spell and then stabbed the opponent into the body with a sword.
The sacred flame appeared on the opponent's body, causing it to burn fiercely.
The demon's soul essence screamed in the flames.
But it was soon burned to ashes in the flames.
The huge body was like the fuel of a torch, burned to ashes in the raging flames.
Typhon watched as these damned humans killed a kind father's family.
Even the soul was burned to ashes.
If you want to be resurrected, you will have to pay more price and time.
"You will be retaliated against in the end." Typhons said, "Don't think that the Lord of Plague is easy to mess with."
"Let it come, Typhons. When your god falls, your expression will surely be spectacular." Loken said in a mocking tone.
"You can't possibly do that. God is immortal."
"Then let's wait and see." Locke smiled, "You will see."
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The light has gone out.
Ultraman Zero and many other Ultramen fled into the depths of the universe with their wounded bodies.
Traveling with them are a group of survivors who are unwilling to succumb to the darkness.
Fail again and again.
His companions fell one after another.
What hope is there in such a struggle
The Ultra Stars in the universe were captured one after another by Belia's powerful army.
An unprecedented wave of darkness swept across everything.
Ultra Father died in the battle, and the previous Space Guard also suffered heavy casualties. Many branches of the guard are now struggling, and it is only a matter of time before they are completely destroyed.
There is no hope in this universe anymore.
Zero looked at the shrunken Plasma Spark Tower in his hand. This Ultra Artifact that could pry open the power of light was still shining brightly, transmitting infinite power to him.
But such power still seems very weak when facing the vast and infinite army of darkness.
"Where is the way forward?" Zero recalled the instructions of his father and several senior members of the Space Guard, and his heart, which had never wavered, began to feel confused.
The Kingdom of Light has already failed. The other Ultra Stars who want to resist the dark army led by Belia, Unicron, and the Space-Time Demon are just trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm and will only end up in their own death.