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Chapter 3020 The Chosen Nurgle Returns with Hate

When a sudden subspace rift opened at the edge of the Nessen galaxy, the galaxy's early warning system immediately sounded the alarm, and then the galaxy defense fleet was quickly mobilized. At the same time, the galaxy-level defense facilities that had been built since the Astral Knights settled in were also activated one by one.

, the Monastery Fortress of the Astral Knights Chapter, as the center of galaxy defense, immediately received a massive amount of information and requests.

And Soshiyang had planned for this a long time ago. There was an intelligent strategic system built by the Guardian in the battle group monastery, and assisted by Wan Bian Ji. This system is half artificial intelligence in a sense. It is the first

Time integrated all the defense units of the galaxy into an overall command network, and then began to issue orders automatically. All worlds, satellites, and space stations all entered wartime status. The troops began to assemble in accordance with the instructions given by the system. Everything was done in half.

The decision was made within hours.

At that time, the fleet of the Fourteenth Legion had just left the subspace rift. Hundreds of rusty warships poured into the physical universe. The distant stars of the Nessen Galaxy illuminated their withered hulls. They then clustered together, as if they were being captured.

The sweet bait attracted swarms of carrion flies moving towards the Nessen galaxy. Among them were small destroyers and frigates, as well as cruisers like rusty daggers, but the most eye-catching ones were the huge battleships. They were slow and bulky, emitting

The rotten poisonous gas is like bloated streamers being dragged along.

The most eye-catching one among them is the Terminus, a battleship notorious in the empire. It is carrying its master who longs for revenge, heading towards the home of the person who once gave him the ultimate insult.

"It will be a great revenge...a feast."

In the filthy swamp-like bridge of the Terminus, Typhons stands in front of the throne like a rotting cocoon. He is now filthier and larger than before.

The ultimate insult did not defeat him. After being depressed for a period of time, he realized his weakness. For this reason, he embarked on a pilgrimage to his loving father alone, regained the name of Karas Typhon, and disappeared in

In the sight of the Fourteenth Legion and his followers.

At that time, many people believed that Typhons had fallen, while others believed that he had been abandoned by his loving father due to failure.

But 777 days later, he returned from the hinterland of the Corrupt Garden that no one had ever set foot on, and transformed back into Typhons. His strength was even greater than before, and his stature expanded to second only to their Legion Father.

The swarm of destruction flies on his body has also turned into something more deadly, becoming a swarm of resentful flies that can sting the soul.

After returning to the throne of power, Typhons immediately purged the warlords and subordinates who were trying to make trouble during his pilgrimage, and even forced some people who had been loyal to the original body to obey him. At this time, his contempt for Mortarion had reached

He went to extremes and even publicly declared that anyone in the Legion who disobeyed him would die. However, Mortarion showed no sign of this and still sealed himself in the tower.

After regaining control of the Legion, he began to plan his revenge.

It was hard to find those bastards at the beginning, but the person who caused him to be insulted by a few scum was very clear - the hypocrite who made peace with the Alien Queen, and the thorn in the side of his loving father.

But that person was indeed very powerful. Even though he hated him so much, he also realized this. No matter how much power his loving father lent him, he could not face him head-on. This was already a level he could not reach.

But!

However, the other party is only a person after all. Typhons has a lot of patience, and revenge can start from the smallest stage.

Such as destroying the things he values ​​most.

And this is not his plan alone. Although he hates those people very much, there is no limit to the means on the road to revenge.

It was the intelligence they provided that ensured that his plan would not be interfered with. That damn bastard was struggling in a distant battlefield at this time and could not return to his home planet in a short time. And his mistress and the Eldar

The power will also be restrained and attracted. It should be difficult to realize what is happening here in a short period of time. Everything is so perfect, but time is still tight, and he must race against time.

After all, the senses of the Eldar prophets are very keen.

As for those people who said they would help intercept the support fleet of the Eldar, Typhons was not so sure. After all, this group of people was famous for their treachery, and he also learned this during the Battle of Terra.

"This is Soshyan's lair, hehehe..."

The one-horned helmet gave off a resentful, devil-like chuckle, and his fist clenched the scythe that was still dripping with deadly venom.

"Go forward and destroy! We will avenge our loving father! Kill for it! My loving father wants him to weep bitterly in the ruins of his hometown and people!"

The huge fleet began to move. This terrifying coalition included warbands from each Plague Company in the Death Guard. The main force was composed of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th Plague Companies, in addition to billions of mutants.

Plague Cultists and renegade Astra Militarum, they gather under the dirty banner of war, and their masters only use their lives as cheap bargaining chips, which can be discarded at any time.

As soon as they entered the stellar gravitational ring of the Nessen galaxy, they were greeted by clusters of roaring missiles. As a galaxy defense system, the priority deployment was large missile launch stations. They resembled space stations, but they were almost unmanned.

, there are only signal transceivers, radars, and launch bays, with more than three hundred ship-based missiles sleeping inside. The range of these missiles is enough to cover the entire galaxy, and 1,200 such missile launch stations have been built in the Neisen galaxy. This is

One of the achievements of the Astral Knights' fifty years of home construction.

Almost at the same time, more than 10,000 missiles attacked the huge plague fleet.

"A coward's trick."

Typhons looked at the crazily flashing red signal on the tactical instrument with disdain. At this time, the wizards in the plague fleet also began to exert their strength. Powerful psychic energy was projected around the fleet. Many missiles were affected by psychic energy after approaching, or they changed their direction.

, or become a monster with sharp teeth.

However--

boom!

There was a loud noise and the Terminus shook. Typhons quickly turned his head and saw a flash of light at the observation window on the right, followed by piles of debris.

"What!"

"Master! It's an anti-psionic missile! They mixed it with anti-psionic missiles!"

As part of the galaxy defense system, experimental weapons such as Blackstone anti-psychic missiles were installed in secret facilities twenty years ago. As its name suggests, this missile uses a simply polished Blackstone shell. Although the Adeptus Mechanicus currently

It is not yet possible to create real Blackstone products, but simple processing can still be done, and the warheads of these Blackstone anti-psionic missiles are Hearthborn plasma missiles. Therefore, the missiles not only ignore psychic interference, but are also very powerful. The only

The disadvantage is that the projectile is very large, heavy, and irregular in shape, making it difficult to put it into a ship. The Adeptus Mechanicus is still trying to find ways to overcome the problem of black stone processing.

"Damn..."

As Typhons watched, a frigate exploded completely, like a killed beast, with all kinds of intestines and entrails leaking out.

Moreover, these anti-psionic missiles seemed to follow the strength of psychic energy, and the warships gathered by wizards became key targets.

"Master! The Eternal Beloved seems to be unable to withstand it!"

"Let them abandon the ship immediately!"


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