Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 285 The end of the Lord of the Flies.

"This is……"

Typhus looked at the rapidly fading soul in his psychic vision, unable to accept the brutal fact that his direct troops were dwindling at an alarming rate.

The power armor bird divination instrument blessed by the devil was activated, and as he probed towards the center of the battlefield, he finally saw the horrifying facts from the continuous bombardment of Thunderhawk swarms.

The opponent's ground offensive was not based on his usual cognition. It started after the air strikes and artillery coverage were over.

The offensive of those "compatriots" in gray armor has already begun, and it has never ended!They even pressed against the edge of the explosion of the bombs dropped by the air strike, and then launched an attack on his troops!
"how is this possible!"

The corners of Typhus' eyes twitched violently. What does this mean for war?
Do you play house?

The air-ground coordination is fine, but the accuracy of the barrage Xu Jin is within a second-level error?
Was it true that his Nurgle armies were all dead men, repelling their assaults in exactly the same way?

However, the fact is that this is outrageous. Of course, the Nurgle army on the battlefield is not dead, and their defense and counterattack will not be a fixed-paced action.

But the Gray Knights are able to adjust the rhythm of ground troops and air strike troops while attacking in this ever-changing counterattack.

While maintaining the offensive posture, it can also maintain a close connection with the continuous offensive of the Thunderhawk fleet in the sky!
When a wave of Thunderhawks swooped down and found that the altitude was not suitable for the current optimal strike plan, they would rather pass through the field at low altitude against the anti-aircraft firepower, and make way for the follow-up air strikes.

And when the thunderhawks in the air strike accurately knocked out the supporting firepower behind the front line, the gray knight's ground offensive had already arrived in the next second.

Time passed by second by second, and Typhons saw a large number of rebels who did not even have a chance to fight, and died under the air strikes and the heavy artillery roll of the Gray Knights.

When there is no support for the massive plague corpses, they can only be forcibly driven to a relatively open place, and then they are concentrated and dealt with by the incendiary bombs fired from behind.

The Death Guards are still trying to struggle, using their bravery to change the situation on the front line;

But being able to inflict casualties on individual Gray Knights is their limit. Except for a few Plague Champions who have won, the other Death Guards who dared to try this, without exception, all died under the mid-range concentrated fire.

This is the underpants being seen through!
Typhons laughed angrily, but there was no good way, because he was an existence focused on personal power.

For this tactical level of suppression, he also failed to solve the problem by means other than personal force and spiritual power.

The battle situation has been going out of control since the beginning, and he no longer retreats towards the whole body.

No matter what the price is, at least breaking through all the way is his most urgent thought at this time.

Then, you can only break the coincidence with your strength!

Typhons, who wanted to understand, waved his scythe, the human reaper, and marched towards the front of the battlefield with his direct guards.

And behind him when the first subspace portal opened, the plague chariot that followed him also started to start the engine and move forward slowly in the bursts of green smoke.

The Gray Knights quickly encountered this force. The Death Guard's iconic green power armor, and their tolerance and disregard for individual weapons, quickly attracted the attention of the Gray Knights.

After the battle line felt the gathering of the Death Guard, the Gray Knights at the command level quickly adjusted their troop deployment.

The Interceptors on the two wings, as a mobile force, began to move closer to the central front, while the Terminator and the Heaven's Punishment Dread Knights also began to prepare to enter the field behind the array line.

The strike team collided with the main force of the Death Guard from a distance, and the melee strangulation between the two sides began.

Looking at the enemies close at hand, Typhons felt more and more that this group of gray knights was different from the previous ones.

The plague champion's chainsword had collided with his halberd, but the result was the opposite of what Typhus had expected:
The strength obtained by sacrificing agility in the past was lightly blocked; while the resilience possessed by the diseased body blessed by the evil god was weakened by the blow of spiritual weapons.

Of course it wasn't a gladiatorial fight. Typhus watched as the two plague champions were besieged by several gray knights.

The other death guards were either blocked by the teleported interceptors, or they were still struggling in the distance.

He opened his mouth angrily and whispered:
"The Father bears witness to my actions, and I will exercise His authority!"

Black poisonous mist was released from the exhaust pipes that were proliferated with bone as the material of the power backpack behind him.

These pale bony tubes form an undulating bone tower. While releasing diseases to the real universe, they also house monsters called Destroyer Broodflies.

And these monsters are also responding to his call, forming a black cloud-like insect swarm in groups, and rushing towards the gray knight in front.

"Purification!" The gray knight in front knelt down on the spot while leaning on his halberd.

In response to his call, the will of the Legion descended upon him under the aegis of group power.

The cold silver moon above the head had a radiance descending, and the swarm of flies that had just circled and danced disappeared without a sound.

The plague of Typhons was invincible when fighting other Astartes, but it was finally restrained when fighting the Gray Knights this time.

But he still has a backhand. With the blood of a witch, he has been a powerful psyker since he was born.

The service time of nearly ten thousand years gave him enough time to delve into spiritual energy.

The confrontation between psychic power and anti-psychic power, witchcraft and witchcraft counterattack unfolded at this moment.

Several psychic lightning whips were cut off by the scythe he swung, and the large-scale psychic attacks further away were countered by the waves he provoked in the subspace;
Silent psychic energy corrosion poured from his hand towards the gray knight, the target was the breathing purification device of the gray knight's holy shield power armor in front, and the connection between the heavy armor was also the target of the corrosion.

laugh!
The psionic pattern on the holy shield power armor suddenly flashed, and the pure brand and the protection of the psionic circuit began to burn violently at the same time.

The gray knight who raised his eyes faced the soul of Typhons who was only a line away from the gods and demons at that moment. His will was like a prey, and he was shocked by Typhons, who was in a more advanced form.

"Chicken Wagouer!"

He smiled smugly, and stretched forward, holding the big hand grasped by the void, trying to tear the souls of several gray knights in front of him like in previous battles.

But an accident happened, and these weak souls were obviously firmly grasped by his power, but they couldn't hold them no matter how hard they held them.

Those mortal souls seemed to have received some kind of blessing, and they were forcibly protected despite their fragility.

"What is this? Another countermeasure?" Typhus muttered in a low voice, giving up the duration of the spell.

He withdrew his strength, and cautiously looked at the billowing smoke behind the gray knight, as if something was approaching.

Several gray knights lost their support, fell from mid-air in an instant, and fell into a stupor after losing consciousness.

Typhus already wanted to go.

The accidents he has seen today have exceeded the sum of the past century. He hates fighting in such a completely unknown situation.

The powerlessness of being involved and manipulated is a feeling that all psykers who have experienced "omniscient and omnipotent" hate.

Since he converted to his loving father, this sense of powerlessness has never happened to him again.

"It's a sanctuary, but only for the loyal."

"Huh?" Typhus looked warily in the direction of the voice.

After the thick smoke from the flames of war, a huge figure appeared in front of him carrying a huge hammer.

The huge height of the other party made Typhons' pupils constrict suddenly, and at the same time, the dead memory was revived instantly, returning to the era of the Great Crusade era when all heroes came together.

Not a company commander, not a champion, not even the expected Grand Mentor.

"Gene...gene...original...body?"

He asked incredulously, the huge sense of absurdity made him lose his logic for a while.

But in the crazy detection of his perception, he couldn't find the location of Calvin's soul in front of him.

There are only two possibilities for this situation:

One, the opponent is too weak and is just a false projection;

Of the two, the other is too powerful, and his own perception has been covered and blocked.

Could it be the former?Typhus shook his head silently.

The weight brought by Calvin's huge height is so real, the crisp sound of the steel boots crushing the cement beside his feet, and the indescribable strength of his body, Typhons couldn't deny it.

Could it be the latter?He dare not admit it.

Typhus clenched the artifact in his hand like a life-saving straw.The nest of destruction gnawed in his body, demanding flesh from him, but he dared not release it.

What does it mean that the perception of the psyker is completely shielded?
That means that there is a superior person in terms of spiritual power present, his power has been completely seen through, and he has lost all initiative.

"I haven't seen you before."

Typhus remained motionless on the spot, seeing Calvin approaching, and asked in an awkward tone.

At this time, he was like Mortarion facing a state of rage. No matter how arrogant and domineering he was on weekdays, when the father of genes was serious, he could only honestly act as a filial son and grandson.

"Coincidentally, I haven't seen you either."

Calvin's footsteps did not stop, his clanging steel boots led his huge body forward.

Typhus was originally a tall figure in the Astartes, and looked like an underage child in comparison.

Typhus was retreating cautiously, Calvin was striding forward.

The distance was pulled in by the difference between strides, and when the distance was less than 30 meters, the warhammer in the hands of the silver-armored giant was also lowered from his shoulders.

The battle between the two sides seemed to break out in the next second, and the war hammer in the giant's hand, the huge crystal on the hammer's head also began to glow slowly.

boom!
The hammer swung slowly and fast, and Typhus had nowhere to hide, so he could only raise his scythe to fight.

The confrontation between order and chaos, purification and pollution erupts in an instant, bringing the feedback of power to their users.

What martial arts, what experience, in this level of confrontation, only the simplest results can be obtained:
Calvin remained where he was, while Typhons was thrown head-on.

The tall body moved forward again, and the crystal on the hammer in his hand became brighter and brighter.

And the body that fell down in the distance is struggling to get up, and the loser who is wounded all over is buying precious time for himself.

Pus-like green blood dripped from Typhus's features.The armor that has been integrated with the flesh for thousands of years is also gurgling pus and blood in the cracks everywhere.

The failure of all-round force confrontation has affected far more than the physical body itself.

Typhus's soul was about to be shattered, but his trembling hands still held the wooden handle of the Human Reaper tightly, and slowly propped up his body.

A drop of blood reserved at the waist has been ignited, and within a few breaths, the owner of the blood can sense his call.

He doesn't want to escape completely, but as long as the adult is willing, he can at least escape his soul.

"Huh? It's really hard to beat! You are indeed Mortarion's cub!"

Calvin was also a little surprised that Typhons survived.

This hammer would break even one of the Titan's legs, but Typhus was able to survive, which made Calvin amazed at the tenacity of the Death Guard.

Another hammer!
Calvin has been completely serious.

When the "Mission" was waved, it had activated the inertial position of the artifact itself.

The laurel leaves on the ice-blue dharma ring are flickering, and the war hammer with a platinum tail flame is flying, which is a sign that Calvin is ready to kill.

boom!
"Human Reapers" fell victim to the attack.

This artifact, born from the Crucible of Nurgle, sacrificed himself in response to Typhus's desire to survive, and blocked Calvin's fatal blow.

Come again!

Calvin's eyebrows were raised high, and he simply pulled up the highest load state of the legion mode.

The gigantic projection of the soul begins as reality manifests, and the entire Legion shares his power.

The strength on both sides of the body and spiritual energy was fully released, and this blow was really the limit of Calvin's strength.

The irresolute Typhus watched the hammer approach, and his burning blood finally responded.

The power of the warp tore open a small portal, and out of nowhere a huge but swollen green arm reached towards Typhus.

"Want to go?"

His will collided violently with the owner of that hand.

Confused images flickered in the minds of the two beings, Calvin saw a melancholy fat man sitting beside a huge cauldron;

And the owner of that hand also saw a huge moon, looking down on the battle on the ground in the night sky.

Calvin's strength was also accumulated to the extreme at this time, and even the shape of the artifact changed.

The energy on the three-meter-long war hammer was amplified, and it was shaped into a Thunder Hammer more than ten meters long.

When that hand was about to hold Typhons' body, Calvin, who was floating in the void, just held the shaped hammer with both hands and smashed it down!
boom!
Thunder's judgment finally came down, and with a loud cry, Typhons and half of the hand were permanently left in the real universe...

Imperial Calendar 0110, 757, M39, Storm Star Field, Quadrant Eleven Sector, Verax Galaxy, Verax Bishop World.

After arduous battles, the High Lord Inquisitor of the Trial Chamber, the Chief of the Order of the Hammer, and the High-ranking Holy Knight Calvin, commanded more than 300 Gray Knights in the headquarters, and some Astartes warriors of the Minotaur Chapter, and the forces of chaos The fierce battle with Verax recently finally stopped the conspiracy and pollution from Chaos.

And as a result:

Known traitor No. 14 Legion - the first company commander of the Death Guard Legion, the first think tank, the Lord of the Flies, the God of Nurgle in the mortal world - Typhus, was killed here.

　[-] in [-].renew.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)