At the end of the day, a bloated body was pondering in a rotten room like a cyst.
The heavy and decayed Terminator armor on his body was covered with eternal dirt that had existed since the Horus Rebellion ten thousand years ago. The chimney symbolizing the plague grew out from behind, and slowly gushed out the miasma of destruction, and huge flies kept coming in and out between the gaps in his armor.
In a moment, the bloated giant raised his head slightly, and a huge horn drew a trajectory in the dirty air on the cracked helmet.
The air here is so viscous and so deadly that ordinary life will ulcerate when touched, but it is as comfortable as a sauna for this giant.
But now he has no time to enjoy all this, he is communicating with a mysterious existence.
It has no face
Or, at least he couldn't tell its face.
Every time he tries to focus on the other person, the appearance of the existence becomes blurred, like an overexposed image.
If he squinted at the other person and glided his focus past it, he could see certain features from it, although inconspicuous - he could see the dark green body and a decayed branch
But whenever his gaze approaches again and tries to identify more, the other person's face will gradually become hazy.
He was like a ghost, floating without weight or real body, unbound by the flesh, hiding himself in protective spells and hiding his existence through rituals, but the other party turned the vague child-like face to him,
The body looked at him, with such amazing power that it pierced his defense effortlessly.
"Destroy the Fly's Nest..."
It said in a language that has long been dead but he can still understand:
“Dead trees are growing.”
The next moment, a convulsion brought him back to the body on the End, and at that moment he appeared in two places at the same time.
He could smell the thick incense surrounding him, hear the chanting of the priests around him, and feel the vibration of the ship's engines. However, he was also in the vast ocean of unfathomable subspace, and the illusion brought him there, wrapped in the hazy darkness and the void filled with the mighty will.
But then the illusion began to rupture like a defective crystal, leaving only the blurred face, approaching him, feeling uneasy but unable to take his eyes away.
He could see its eyes now, and it also allowed him to look at them, shining in the unfathomable darkness, and the needle-like gaze penetrated him.
He began to try to evacuate and return to his own body, but the other party grabbed him and trapped him with his will.
At this time, the other party's face was now very close, filling his sight, trembling violently in front of him.
The continuous dazzling images of that moment, feelings and emotions flashed through his mind, overwhelming everything, it showed him these things and wanted him to see them.
Then, when he returned to his body, he could not accurately recall what he had seen. All he left was a vague feeling, the burning yellow-green sky, and the suppressed buzz of countless demons.
Without the connection, he cannot understand them, nor know their purpose.
But he had already remembered this sentence.
“Dead trees are growing.”
Then the other party's bloated hands pushed him away, allowing his soul to sprint through the void, spinning out of control, and the lightning-like images and feelings were cut off.
When he truly returned to the end, the man called Typhonse smiled.
"Praise the kind father."
Praise the eternal father of the plague, Typhonse stood up, and above him a rotten angel with the compound eyes of flies spit out a dizzying smoke, and he sucked them in.
He woke up from his awake dream and allowed the smoke to linger in his lungs, and for those who were weak, the incense was deadly.
But for this plague lord, it was just a little help in communicating with the aboriginal people of the subspace, and the poison contained in it helped to open his soul and make it easier for them to express their wishes.
Nevertheless, the messages they convey are often confusing and difficult to distinguish.
But for Typhonse, this is not very difficult.
Teffons, also known as the traveler Teffons, was named Carlas Tiffon when he was a Space Marine from Barbarossa.
But almost no one knows that Karas Typhon has the blood of a wizard, which also gives him the most pragmatic talent that Motarian, the primordial of the 14th Legion, hates the most. Because of his adoptive father, Motarian does not approve of the use of pragmatic energy, and believes that this is not a power that a warrior should rely on.
So Taifengs learned to suppress his spiritual talent without any instruction and disguised himself well, but the seeds of his dissatisfaction with the Primrose had already been quietly planted.
After becoming a Space Marine, Tifeng's performance was outstanding. No matter how fierce the battle was, his spirit and body would appear very tough. So Motarian quickly promoted him to the company commander of the first Dalian, but this did not make him grateful to his primordial body, but instead dedicated his loyalty to another existence.
God of plague, Nurg.
During the Great Rebellion, Karas Tifeng set up a trap, trapping the main fleet of the Death Guard Legion in subspace. Then the plague began to spread between the Legion and the warships, torturing every Death Guard. Karas Tifeng instead absorbed all the plague power and became the ultimate container of decay.
His body became swollen, his skin and his armor merged into one, and then Karas Typhon became Typhonse, the Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest, and he also brought his legion into the abyss of eternal decay.
After the Death Guard collectively threw himself into Nurg's arms, Taifons was still the lord of Dalian, and he was driving the same corrupt warship, the Finale.
After Horus died in battle, the great rebellion was declared to be defeated, and the Death Guard immediately retreated to the Eye of Fear.
However, Typhons was disgusted with the plague planet created by the Primros Motalian according to Barbarus. He thought Motalian was too sentimental, so he led a large army to leave his new mother planet alone to spread the blessings they did not deserve to have to the human empire in the name of his kind father Nurgo.
Motarian showed rare tolerance for Typhonse's departure. He allowed his son, who had been dissatisfied with his life, to leave and create his own value, because he would not repeat the mistakes the emperor made against him.
From that day on, the two formed a tense and subtle relationship. Typhonse returned to Motarian's command when necessary to fight. At other moments, Typhonse could plunder the empire wantonly.