Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 723 The plague is coming

Those Space Marines in red armor.

Drakasi is a mortal military general born in the arena.

Their death was very miserable, and their corpses were covered with all kinds of disgusting things like sarcoma and tendrils caused by the plague of Nurgle.

Ubondrak grew angry, glaring at the Deathshrouds.

The Deathshrouds also raised their scythes and tomes of woe.

Ubundrak realized that no matter what the purpose of these plague lackeys came to this teleportation technology laboratory, they were not here to help Fabius.

The elite military forces on Dracasi are continuously pouring out from the portal in the deepest part of the laboratory. This laboratory will soon become an important core in the battle to recapture Broome.

The portal connected to Dracasi made by Fabius is located at the end of the corridor.

That was also the location where the Deathshrouds detected the sacred artifact.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

The alien called the Hundred-eyed Insect let out a wild cry, and its body covered in a shell that was harder than chitin crawled towards the death shrouds.

Before the hundred-eyed insect launched its attack, Ubundrak had already carried his ax to kill the death shrouds.

The leader, Death Shroud, was chopped into pieces with an ax in the blink of an eye.

The champion holding the Book of Disaster realized that he could not defeat a demon prince no matter what, so he immediately cast the spell on the Book of Disaster to open a portal back to the plague planet.

But Ubondrak obviously didn't want to give the champion a chance to leave, so he spread his scarlet wings to win the championship.

At the moment when the ax was about to hit the champion, the battle brother behind the champion stepped forward to block it with his scythe, but both he and his scythe were split in half by Ubondrak.

Finally, when the Book of Disaster opened the portal and half of the champion's body entered, Ubandrako's compatriot before he ascended to the devil, the hundred-eye insect, stepped forward and tore off half of the champion's body with its mouth.

"Damn Plague lackey!"

"Sooner or later, I will go to the plague planet and kill these disgusting lackeys of the plague god!"

Ubundrak wanted to chase into the portal, but the portal opened by the champion closed immediately, leaving him with no choice but to vent his anger by shouting curses while hacking at the corpses of the death shrouds.

"What are these plague pigs doing on Broome?" The mortal military commander who followed Ubundlak stepped forward and said, "They seemed to be sick, and suddenly ran into this laboratory, and then suddenly attacked us He went on a killing spree... and even used the Book of Disaster..."

Ubundlak gradually calmed down, looked at the corpses of the death shrouds that he had chopped up on the ground, and thought in confusion: "Who knows how much vomit is in the heads of these plague pigs, and what they think with this vomit." What! But their purpose is definitely not simple."

The mortal commander was silent.

Ubondrak did not continue to struggle. Anyway, these were just three death shrouds that he had hacked to death. His purpose was still to help Fabius regain Bloom.

"Continue to gather troops in this laboratory."

"Continue to investigate the main laboratory on Broome and the enemies in the main laboratory."

"Our goal is to help Fabius regain all the laboratories on Broome!"

Ubendrak remains determined to help Fabius.

There was a reason why he believed in Fabius so much.

When the hundred-eyed insect race had only a little intelligence and was ravaged and enslaved by the humans on Drakasi, the ascended demon Ubandarak made a deal with Fabius.

The mad doctor optimized the brains of the 100-eye race, giving them better intelligence.

There are benefits to doing business with Fabius, this is what Ubandrak has always firmly believed.    …

Inside the plague planet.

"Dracasi."

“A lunatic in a lunatic’s world.”

In front of the assembled lieutenants, Typhons slowly stood up from the Abnormal Throne and walked towards the Book of Disaster that had just been transmitted and the half corpse holding the Book of Disaster.

The champion of Mortarion was dead, but not quite dead.

In fact, he is in much better shape than Typhons, because he still has at least half of his body, which is recovering under the care of his loving father.

Countless flesh sprouts extended from the corpse, gradually forming an even more twisted and ugly half of the body.

There are dozens of sarcomas hanging on the half of the body that has grown out. Each sarcoma has mouthparts and eyes. They obviously have independent will and look at Typhons approaching with different eyes.

Typhonse was a little jealous.

Jealous that this champion was lucky enough to lose half of his body instead of being remade after death.

Typhonse is well aware that he becomes less of himself each time he is completely remade.

Even his vocal organ became a Nurgling growing on a sarcoid.

The name Typhons became more like a title and a position.

The loving father needed to continue commanding the Death Guard with someone who still had prestige among the Death Guard after Mortarion's death, so Typhons was created again and again.

Typhons did not dare to dwell on the philosophical question of whether he was himself or not, otherwise he would fall into endless fear and nothingness.

"Your mission was completed successfully."

"You can rest now."

Typhons murmured softly to the Deathshroud Champion, who was gradually recovering, and raised his swollen hands.

Psychic energy enveloped the champion's body and crushed it into a puddle of mud.

"The fleet is ready." The Plague Warlock came over. "The Black Legion asked about the progress of our reconnaissance operations and whether we have seen Abaddon."

"Is it the Black Legion asking us, or is it the damn usurper of Vashtor?" The Nurgling on Typhons' Sarcoma turned around and asked.

The Plague Warlock was silent, and the answer was obviously Vashtor's question.

"Tell them that we found the stolen holy artifacts in the laboratory and found the clone of Abaddon." Typhons ordered, "Those things are all with the Drakashi. The Drakashi are really They thought that the cloned Abaddon was Abaddon himself and served him."

Typhonse was not worried about Vashtor detecting his deception.

Vashtor does not have a spell that can go anywhere it wants to go in an instant, and there is no book of disasters that records this spell. Its source of information can only be "heard".

"All personnel board the ship, we will go to Broome immediately and take back the sacred artifact." Typhons continued to order.

"Is this a little arbitrary? Are we..."

"Don't talk nonsense. Don't say that the holy artifact is in Broome. Even in the demonic realm of the dark gods, we have to get it back at all costs. Do as I say."

(End of this chapter)