The rage from the kind father slowly and irresistibly descended on the dark city of Comoros. Like a lesions of infection on the human body, the plague and viruses quietly arrived in a series of slowly changing colors. Yellow stripes and bruised flesh-colored shadows rose slowly on the sky of the Comoros' dark sun, and changes followed, spreading little by little in the narrow streets and urban areas.
Taifons stood on a high tower closer to the arena. The slight cold wind in the distance blew the many runes hanging on him. As the commander, he did not enter the arena at the first time because he knew that he would be besieged once he appeared.
The Spirit Clan has an absolute numerical advantage here, and the more than 1,300 warriors who participated in the airborne are just a drop in the ocean in this city.
Taifons is not a commander who is good at fighting tricks. Most of his victory comes from the crushing of troops and firepower, but this time he dared to take such a risk was not just the courage to take it.
In fact, before he entered Comoros, he had discovered that the ancient ban in the city had been destroyed, which meant that it was possible to summon reinforcements from the city.
And those troops that landed in Comoros were actually a bait, and they would attract all the attention of the Spirits and make them ignore the real danger.
This may be cruel to those warriors who airborne to the center of the enemy.
For a chaotic warlord, pity is just a trivial and distant concept. Together with countless other tiny fragments of human nature, the souls of people like Taphonse have been removed from the transformation.
He did not need mercy or concern, and had not realized the necessity of these things for a long time that they became conceptually strange.
In the past years, the former first company commander of the Death Guard Legion has undergone countless transformations, and the rituals and baptisms that have made him powerful have irreversibly rewritten the essence of his soul.
"Very good, keep fighting."
The brief laughter quickly disappeared like an extinguished candle, replaced by his usual gloomy expression.
A roar attracted his attention, and Typhons turned his head and watched a Eldar fighter take off from a platform on the south side, flying into the gradually brightening sky amid the roar of the propeller, as if rushing to the battlefield.
Taifons stared at the black fighter jet shrinking into a small dot and saw bright morning stars hanging high in the sky of nothingness. It was the continuous battle between the Plague Fleet and the Eldar Fleet. Now a large number of warships have been severely damaged, and many believers of the God of Plague have been buried in nothingness.
But fate has its own way of operating beyond everyone's expectations. In his pessimistic primordial statement, this is called numerology.
"Sir, you have chosen the location for the ceremony."
At this time, a terminator of the withered overlord stepped forward and lowered his head humbly.
Taifons nodded slightly, and his huge horns also rose and fell.
"Okay, let's go now."
Soon, Typhons walked down the tower, and his eyes fell on one spot, and saw many dead dark spirits and the beasts they raised. All the corpses were covered with a greasy luster, and green and purple vortexes were curled in the dark corners, as if something evil was whispering.
These visions now have new meanings, with tiny murmurs constantly emerging, and something is moving sneakily.
Soon, Typhonse left the tower and headed to the location chosen by his entourage.
It was a villa with a flat garden, perhaps a mansion of some nobleman. As soon as Teffons stepped in, a giggling roar came, as if responding to him.
A huge shadow flashed in the vegetation bushes twenty steps away.
It was a sharp claw demon, with limbs that looked like humans, but extremely large. Its long arms seemed to be enough to embrace any century-old tree. The rough claws could easily tear metal.
It is obvious that the owner of the mansion has not been cleaned up.
"snort."
Typhons let out a low hum of dissatisfaction, and the owner of the mansion was obviously ready to fight, unleashing a large number of beasts, as well as many conspiracy warriors, wielding rifles with thorns.
The Lord of Destroyed Fly Nest launched a charge without thinking too much.
Countless noises flew out of the villa, hundreds of dark spiritual races rushed out of their hiding place, and at the same time, a large number of poison crystals followed, like a storm.
The withering overlords around them were bathed in the rain, and bloody juices flowed down from them.
However, injuries will only make their anger fierce and make their pace more steady.
Under the call of the witchcraft of Typhonse, a large number of Nurgle spirits rushed out of the dark corners. They flew past the sharp swords of the dark spirits and rushed towards their armor without fear.
These small creatures are like fragments embedded in the enemy's naked flesh, pulling the opponent's muscles.
Some dark spirits could not bear this pain, slapped the little things with their hands and drove them away from their tiny but vicious wounds.
At this time, the claw demon also screamed and jumped towards Taifons.
The Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest cut off the head of the first claw demon with a sickle, and another Ugur tried to fight back with its slender arms, but the Destruction Fly that surged out of Tephonse stung it violently.
When the jagged jaw of the Fly of Destruction bit its shoulder, Ugur howled in pain, and Typhons kicked it directly into the dark pool beside him with a heavy kick.
Nawuguer tried to struggle in the black water, and for a moment, it almost escaped from the water, ripping wildly at the poisonous insect that was about to pierce it.
But with the last scream of pain, it sinks.
A dark Eldar warrior in gorgeous armor suddenly attacked Typhonse, holding a twisted sword in each hand.
Taifons used a scythe to repel his opponent, and then another Ugur rushed over, stretched out a huge claw, and attacked Taifons behind him.
But a large number of poisonous insects immediately surrounded the new prey.
Wuguer slapped violently in anger, making constant muffled and wet bursts.
At this time, the Dark Elves warrior also launched the strongest attack. As a large amount of combat medicine was injected from the armor, his speed suddenly increased to an incredible level. In the midst of lightning, a blade cut out a row of cold Mars along one side of Typhonse's body, and the other stabbed his thigh.
But Typhonse's armor looks decayed, it is not actually soft and is not easily cut or pierced.
In a sense, he was invulnerable. Although the power of the Dark Spirit Clan exploded was quite powerful, he could only leave a small wound with a finger wide on his Terminator armor.
Taifons grinned fiercely and contemptuously, grabbed the throat of the spirit race, and his sharp fingers dug out several bloody gullies on its flesh.