Just when Typhons was about to crush the bug in his hand, suddenly, a shock came from behind. Typhons staggered a few steps, and then threw the prey on his hand to the ground.
A snake man sneaked up behind him at some point and tried to cut his head open from behind with a weapon, but was disturbed by a large number of poisonous insects and could only chop him on the shoulder.
Typhons held his scythe with both hands, turned around and pierced the curved scythe blade into the nape of the snake man's abdomen.
It was a rough, savage, not-so-graceful attack, more a form of anger than a martial art or move.
The snake-man twitched and swung its two-handed weapons wildly, but its hands could not reach the enemy.
Typhons grunted and thrust the scythe deeper, and then the beast broke in the middle like a felled tree and fell down, never to stand again.
Turning his head, he saw a coward with pointed ears aiming a gun at his chest. Typhons did not dodge, but pounced straight at the poor guy.
The Dark Eldar took a step back in surprise, and the bullet he fired seriously missed its target.
Typhons snatched the bladed poison crystal gun from its hand with a snap, and at the same time let out a furious war cry, enough to make the timid pointed-eared animal turn around and run away.
He escaped quickly, but not fast enough - Typhons hooked the scythe on Pointy Ear's shoulder, and the pain made the other person's body twist like a snake, roaring, spitting, and struggling to escape.
Then Typhons threw it face down into the blood, nailed it in place with his scythe, and then stepped heavily on its back, watching as the Eldar's armor and bones were broken by him like dead branches.
He felt... very happy about it.
Soon, Typhons' team rushed into the mansion from the front yard.
There were still many Dark Eldar fighting there, but Typhons didn't want to waste any more time. He took a deep breath and sang a fatal song.
The power of witchcraft flows in the air, stretching many human-skin furniture and twisting the walls, making these dead creatures full of greedy desire for blood and torn flesh.
When they saw everything around them begin to change, the Dark Eldar's cruel laughter quickly turned into panicked screams.
This time, the subspace responded to them.
The hall echoed with harsh screams, and speckled shadows emerged from the dark floor. They were covered with moss, vines and algae, their long curved claws were covered with lichen, and their faces with a dull smile were covered with peat.
, the rotten debris is like an ugly mask, and the eyes are like two purple flames, burning all the time.
The first notes of the demons of Nurgle pierce the depths of the senses of all the Eldar, their voices as sharp as frost.
They look less like predators and more like butchers, their gnarled claws ripping armor and flesh and their heavy horns crushing bone as they stagger toward the Dark Eldar.
Typhons saw a screaming Eldar almost torn in half. The gardener from the Father's Garden lifted the bloody corpse, his herpes-covered head tilted back, grinning, and then the blood was like spring.
It poured down like a shower.
The Dark Eldar tried to fight back, and the pulses from their heavy weapons fell like jagged bolts of lightning, raining down among the fatherly people.
But they were unmoved, and even if they caused some damage, they didn't care at all.
In the whirlpool of rusty knives and dull swords, Typhonse was not idle either. He circled around the Eldar and waved her scythe wildly, but he was not a cornered beast, nor was he in need.
prey that is hunted or tortured.
He is the killer!
Soon, corpses lay at Typhons' feet.
At this moment, an Eldar wearing black and gold armor opened his eyes in horror and tried to run past Typhons.
Typhonse reached out to grab the thing almost without thinking.
"no no!"
The person who was caught was the owner of this mansion, a senior member of the black-hearted conspiracy, but now his position was of no use. Under the iron fist of the Lord of the Destroyed Fly's Nest, his shouts turned into a gurgling howl.
Call.
A few seconds later, Typhons threw the body down, and most of the Eldar in the mansion were either dead or escaped.
"Without further ado, let's begin the ceremony."
After giving the order, Typhons turned and prepared to go to the courtyard, but stopped in front of the threshold, enjoying the silent darkness.
For a moment, it was just him and the darkness.
He breathed it, drank the void into his body.
At this time, the followers had piled the bodies of the Dark Eldar in the courtyard and began to perform dark rituals.
Typhons raised his head. Dots of cold light floated around the hall like snowflakes, outlining the figures of other residents in the darkness.
The Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest smiled, raised his arm upwards, and then a soft tentacle wrapped around his legs, sliding against the surface of the armor and trembling, and then repaired the cracks in his armor caused by the battle.
whole.
After a while, Typhons walked out. It looked like he was standing on a piece of grass illuminated by the moonlight, but what was crawling under his feet was actually tentacle-like limbs. Thousands of them crawling on the ground felt it.
The presence of Typhons gathered around his feet and swayed twitchingly.
"let's start."
Along with the unfamiliar incantation, a complex magic circle appeared surrounded by the corpses of the Eldar.
At first it was just a slowly sliding ink shadow, but the little creatures flying around began to become restless, and the shadow turned into a whirlwind of tentacles and teeth, chewing on the Eldar flesh, making it look like a fog.
Blood rose from the corpse.
Typhus held the long handle of the scythe tightly in his right hand. This powered scythe was the signature weapon of the First Company Commander. He let its weight drag on his arm. It was like an anchor, because a darkness was there.
There was a sharp buzzing at the edges of his thoughts.
A strange and strong smell began to fill the air - sweet and spicy, like flowers blooming from corpses.
Typhons had already seen a being with powerful power, and the buzzing vibrations of the other party spread throughout his body and flesh.
It is pushing back the curtain of reality, moving forward steadily with heavy steps.
The Death Guard Captain felt a crawling, electric sensation coursing through his blood, like insects traveling through his veins, a buzzing sound echoing in his head, and flashes of black and silver in his vision.
The edges appear and disappear.
Five minutes later, with the last spell, the pile of corpses exploded violently, sending bone fragments flying everywhere.
From the subspace vortex, a large piece of suppurating flesh appeared.
Soon, its lower body split into two tree stump-like legs, its trunk was broken, and rotten internal organs flowed out from the cracks in the trunk. Its pale yellow horns pierced his shoulders, crackling in the stinky air, and its legs
The arms are like rotten tree trunks.
And on this monster's rotten flesh-bag face, one eye suddenly opened and stared out angrily.
But after seeing Typhons, its expression softened.
"Ah, Typhonse, my good friend, I knew you needed my help."
Typhons nodded and said to the demon prince:
"Mephidast, I need your help."
Mephitust is a demon prince who worships the evil god Nurgle, nicknamed "The Plague Bearer", but he prefers to brag to others about his reputation as the "Artisan of a Thousand Plagues".
But unlike many demon princes, Mephidustor was once just a mortal.