40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 355 75. The End of Destruction ([-])

'Silence' drew a fatal trajectory in the air, and even though it was covered in dark blood, it was still as sharp as ever.

Typhons's head was cut off instantly. He was no match for a Primarch, even if he had broken through the constraints of the human form and turned into a complete blasphemy.

Some lines can be blurred, others can't.It seems that some people can be corrupted, while others can only be destroyed.

The Lord of Death drew back his scythe and watched Typhonse's head fall to the ground.The fungus carpet that spread on the bridge instantly swallowed up the head, along with the headless body.

So, in the next moment, Typhons - the complete Typhons, stood up from behind Mortarion.

The horn on his head is still ferocious, the armor is corrupted, and the logo of the death shroud ironically remains on his shoulder armor.Mortarion stared at him coldly, and Typhons smiled back for no reason.Extremely disgusting.

His skin was pale, a greasy kind of pale. Blue-gray blood vessels bulged from beneath the skin, beating constantly on his face. The blood flowing inside them was completely black and resembled solidified gel.Those eyes are completely like insect nests with fine spacing, in which thousands of insect eggs are waiting to hatch.

Looking at him, Mortarion smelled a choking stench, which came from the inside of Typhons's body, from his blood and every molecule that made up his current form.

Warp, sorcery, evil.However, corruption remained the same, and he was all too familiar with it.

"You should know that nothing will come of this, Mortarion," Typhons said.

Mortarion raised his scythe again.

"You've tried hundreds of times, and none of them have really hurt me. Like I said, I'm immortal. What can you do if you chop my head off and cut me into pieces? It's just An episode in the cycle of life and death is something that is destined to come. When it passes, the season of resurrection will begin."

Typhons smiled and stamped his feet, and dark green juice spread out from the fungus carpet under his feet.

"Did you see it?" he asked. “The power of a loving father has appeared, like a seed taking root in the soil and a flower bud blooming.”

"Never have you spoken so nauseatingly as now," said Mortarion.

He rushed towards Typhonse, but the latter only pretended to resist twice, which aroused a deeper level of anger in the primarch.The sound of the scythe cutting through the air was as violent as an explosion, and he dismembered Typhons again.

Puddles of gray-black liquid gushed out from the stumps and severed arms, and the insects feasted on them. The corpses of the dead were wet with juice under the thick carpet.Mushrooms and flowers bloomed from their eye sockets, and vine branches swallowed up the remains of Typhons, raising him to his feet again.

"There is nowhere to escape and resistance is useless, my friend." Typhons looked at him with pity. "Your resistance is meaningless. I am not mocking you, but telling the truth. Take a good look."

He raised his swollen right hand. The diseased and proliferated flesh filled the armor, making the hand look swollen and funny.

He pointed to a porthole, but Mortarion didn't bother to look.He pulled out his lantern and melted Typhonse's entire right hand with one shot.The latter sighed. This time, he didn't even bother to pretend to resist. He just bowed his head and waited for death to come.

The blade slashed through, and Typhons was reborn from under the fungus blanket.

"You should really take a look," he said slowly. "So you will understand where you are now, Mortarion."

"I will see, after I completely eliminate this pest like you." The Lord of Death replied with a sneer.

Silence fell, cutting Typhus in half.Mortarion lifted his foot and crushed his skull. The 'pest' descended from the ceiling, and the spreading germ carpet spit him out.Silence struck him again, but Typhons did not dodge, but spoke.

"I have been waiting for today for a long time"

Mortarion smashed the scythe handle into his face.

"Strictly speaking, I didn't betray you."

Mortarion cut him into pieces.

"I am born like this, born with such talents, and my tenacity is just an incidental to it. I was born to bear the glory of my loving father, so I did not betray."

Mortarion pierced his belly with silence, lifted him up, and shattered him into pieces in the air.

"However, I did plan for today for a long time. A long time, Mortarion, so long that I almost couldn't bear it a few times. Fortunately, every day and night I endured in the past has achieved greater rewards for me today. . As long as you take a look at that porthole, you can understand how much I have worked hard for you."

Mortarion killed Typhons once, twice, three times, four times.

countless times.

He melted him with bright lamps, cut him into pieces with silence, smashed his face with his hands, and trampled him to a pulp with iron boots.He killed him as if he were a bug, and he did it faster and faster, but Typhons's words did not stop.

He had only one request, he wanted the Lord of Death to stare out the window.Mortarion could probably guess some of the reasons, but he didn't want to.

He must fight, must resist - admittedly, it may sound foolish to resist an enemy who cannot be killed, but resistance itself is meaningful.He stood here, fighting for humanity and the Empire, and that was what it meant.

Not everything has to be done for a good reason, some things just have to be done and must be done.For example, humans must rise, for example, Mortarion must resist, for example, Typhons must die.

Yes.

Mortarion told himself - Typhons must die.

"I have secretly placed ritual circles on every ship." Typhons, who was cut in half, said, with black blood dripping from his eyes.

"The time has come, I told them so. And your numerology adds even greater power to my ritual. You are obsessed with the number seven, aren't you, Mortarion?"

Typhonse's head smiled in the sky.

"Seven, it's everywhere. Even the number of your fleets must be in multiples of seven. 77 battleships, how spectacular. Coupled with this subspace storm that started from Calth and is about to sweep half of the galaxy, my loving father The power of the world is finally revealed. Take a look outside the window."

There was a burst of laughter from the creep, and in an instant, it seemed as if there were thousands of Typhons talking.His voice was pervasive, coming from the ceiling, from the portholes, and from beneath Mortarion's feet.

The Primarch stared down and saw a pair of dark eyes looking up at him.A crew member coughed blood and looked at him imploringly from beneath the creep.His face was rotten, and insect characteristics spread and twisted on his twisted face.

The Lord of Death drew his gun and sent him to rest.

"Take a look out the window." The intact Typhons came from the other end of the bridge. "Just one look, my friend, and you will understand why your resistance is pointless."

Mortarion took hold of his lantern and finally did as he was told.Typhons' ecstasy was visible to the naked eye, and he even trembled with excitement.

Has the Lord of Death finally decided to surrender?

Outside the porthole, huge vines are being born among the stars.

They spread from one battleship to another like a jungle.The stars were obscured, and the vines and branches were filled with a dark green mist visible to the naked eye, tightly wrapping all the ships.Such a supernatural scene, so evil, it sends chills all over.

The right wing of the entire combined fleet and even half of the central area have been swallowed up by this weird cosmic jungle.

The source is none other than Typhons' flagship, the Terminus.The exposed rear half of its hull had turned a completely dim yellow, and a sickly light shined extremely clearly where the engine had once been.

and the Blood of Steel.

It was like a poor little bug caught in a spider's web, tightly bound. Mortarion stared at Perturabo's flagship, and in a trance, he saw three wide-open rotten eyes, looking at this vine spider web. At the top, overlooking everyone.

Mortarion looked away.

"Did you see it?" Typhons looked at him expectantly. "There is no hope of victory, my friend, accept your fate."

"Destiny?" The Lord of Death sneered. "I have two brothers who can see something called destiny, and they both laugh at it. Destiny? Huh."

He sneered and raised the lantern in his hand, aiming at the porthole.The entire bridge has been completely covered by germ carpet, and that is the only gap left.Typhonse had gone to great pains to show him a sight that might have driven him to despair, but he had left a loophole.

The only loophole.How ridiculous.A hundred secrets and a sparseness.

The lantern was the Emperor's personal collection, originating from an industrial world of craftsmen.Forged from bronze, brass, and steel, it fit Mortarion's hand perfectly.Over the years, it has made great achievements.

It is deadly to anyone and anything.

Mortarion pulled the trigger, the lantern buzzing in his hand.

"This is not the end." He warned coldly. "One day, I will kill you completely."

The lantern penetrated the porthole easily.As Typhons howled, Mortarion sneered and fired a final shot at him, melting his skull.

The power of the universe came into play, and through the punctured porthole, it began to greedily devour everything on the bridge of the Endurance.Creeps, corpses, flies. And Typhons.

The Lord of Death raised his right hand, fixed himself on the deck with the silent handle, and activated the magnetic boots at the same time.He watched the dark green fungus spinning and flying out of the window, returned to the command console, began to inspect the interior of the ship in manual mode, and immediately returned to the communication channel.

"Perturabo." He began to call anxiously, no longer as cold as before. "Reply, brother."

　Also, code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)