Although Typhons was still under the command of the Primrose, in fact, Typhons was not recalled by Motarian in this collective operation. In fact, the horn of the war was sounded by him. Instead, Motarian responded to his call-
Of course, this is definitely not something that can be said to the outside world.
But Typhons knew the importance of this action to his master. Isa was Nurg's most cherished treasure. If he lost her, the kind father would be extremely sad, which was something that no plague son would want to see.
Similarly, if the goal can be achieved, then as the commander, Typhonse will also receive supreme glory.
Therefore, he vowed to do whatever it takes to do.
As the believers gathered in the wide temple in the center of the End, praying, Typhons was standing in front of the shrine filled with candles and braziers, fanaticism and faith danced in his eyes, and the shadows twisted and rolled in the darkness outside the candlelight.
His prayers were dedicated to his master, and he loved to come here for worship because he felt closer to the kind father here.
The morbid chants of the plague priests surrounded Typhons, enveloping him and echoing in the enclosed space between prayers.
Apart from that, there are almost no other sounds.
There were only hissings, moans and low screams, those beings breaking through the veil of the material world were making their sounds, and the natives in the subspace were joining in prayer, which was a good omen.
Soon, prayer reached the final stage.
As usual, except for Typhons, everyone else made a monotonous reaffirm of the kindness of the father.
The closest to Typhons is Ferroz, the new withering overlord champion - he ended his ex's life not long ago.
To some, the champion was a bit reckless and even stupid, but Typhons didn't think so, because most of the Withering Overlord Terminators had a hidden desire for power and were always looking for the opportunity to overthrow their masters, a fact recognized in the Legion, and Typhons himself clearly agreed with this.
However, he had no such concern for Ferroz. He was a war hound, fierce and loyal, and a devout killer with a firm sense of responsibility. Even if Typhons ordered him to saw off his arm, he would do it without hesitation.
So the reason is that simple, Typhonse trusts him, although this trust is implicit, and he has always rarely trusted others.
After all, anything can be learned, only loyalty is irreplaceable.
Suddenly, Typhonse felt a servant wandering at the entrance of his prayer, and he could smell the stench of its rotten flesh and the uneven breathing of its file.
It has been hiding there for a while, but it knows it's best not to disturb his meditation.
Finally, people chanted Barbarus's prayer, followed by a deep and loud bell ringing.
Everyone fell into silence.
After a moment, Typhonse turned around, and the servo device on his heavy armor made a blocking low sound, and his armor had been with him since he joined the legion, just like his body, part of him.
He walked over and stood above the hunchbacked servant who was curled up in front of him.
"explain."
"The message from the Primrody has been opened, respected master."
The corrupt creature in a robe hissed, his eyes drooping down obediently.
"Very good, inform Giovanni that they and I met on the bridge."
"As you wish, Master."
The poor guy bowed while backing, but Typhons didn't pay attention to it anymore. His consciousness had been occupied by more thoughts, only thinking about the upcoming battle ahead, and he had been on the Finale for too long.
Those pointed ears always thought that their tricks had blocked the 14th Legion in the net, but they didn't know that this was also the Legion's plan. When they asked them to focus on the front line and be careful in the rear, Typhonse would bring them a big "surprise".
He would tell these aliens that they thought the impregnable nest was just a sieve that leaked air.
And he has a bigger plan.
Taifengs knew that the evil spirit had always coveted these alien souls. If he gave all these souls to his kind father, wouldn't he be able to humiliate the God of Indulgence?
What else can be more glorious than this?
Taifons' left hand subconsciously held the handle of the sickle tightly, feeling a tremor passing through his dull body system.
Now, he longs to kill.
I also long to get her.
It is time to praise the kind father in the most pleasant way he feels—
Kill in His name!
At this time, in a small network channel near Comoros, a warship that looked only the size of an ordinary merchant ship and had no representation was slowly moving forward, with only a row of high Gothic characters on its bow.
Dick.
Putting aside the name, just the two huge circular propulsion devices at the tail also make its appearance very imaginative.
"Loken, is your ship OK? It's only been a long time since you started to break down."
In the cluttered and narrow bridge, Rozim, wearing a shabby naval uniform, behind the gray coat, a skeleton with missing teeth, a red blasting wig on his head, a black eye mask, and a modified blaster on his waist, was constantly complaining to Rocken, who was busy on the operating table.
"Dragging, won't we run away in vain if the event is over?"
"Damn it, I know that the ancient gate you brought has such strong radiation, and I almost exploded the engine! It's not easy to get this."
While complaining, Loken turned on the communicator and said to the power compartment:
"How is the situation there?"
“It’s stable.”
"Okay, then restore 27% of the power first."
At this time, Hank Evans, who was wearing a loose black coat and black pants, with greasy middle parting on his shoulders, and a rope hung with a laser pistol on his shoulders, suddenly pointed outside and said:
"Old, boss! That's something."
"Um?"
Rozim looked closely and found that there was indeed something, and it looked like it was a survival pod.
The others on the bridge also quickly noticed something floating in the void.
"Do you want to take it over and take a look? But I feel..."
Loken did not wear the red robe he used to be, but changed to black.
This is what Rozim decided to dress up as a pirate in order to be on the safe side. In order to increase authenticity, he also had to add some chaos elements.
Even Karen dyed his skin red, and then put a terror-style helmet on his head.
"Come and have a look."
Soon, driven by curiosity, Rozim asked Loken to salvage the lifesaving compartment into the cargo compartment and then took a few people to check it out.