Typhons looked at the rapidly dimming souls in his psychic vision, unable to accept the cruel fact that his direct troops were decreasing at an alarming rate.
After the devil's blessing, the power-armored oriole was activated, and as it probed towards the center of the battlefield, he finally saw the horrifying fact from the continuous bombardment of the thunderhawk clusters.
The opponent's ground offensive was not based on his usual understanding. It only started after the air strikes and artillery fire coverage ended.
The offensive of those "compatriots" in gray armor had already begun and never ended! They even pressed on the edge of the air wave when the bombs dropped by the air raid exploded, and then launched an attack on his troops!
"How is that possible!"
The corners of Typhons' eyes twitched violently. What do you think of war?
Playing house?
Forget about air-ground coordination, the accuracy of barrage Xu Jin is within a second level?
Do you really think that his Nurgle army is all dead, resisting their attacks in a completely fixed way?
However, the facts are so outrageous. The Nurgle army on the battlefield is certainly not dead, and their defense and counterattack will not be actions with a fixed rhythm.
But the Gray Knights are able to adjust the rhythm of ground troops and air strikes while attacking in this ever-changing counterattack.
While maintaining the offensive momentum, it can also maintain 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 despite anti-aircraft firepower, but also make way for subsequent air strikes.
And when the air strike Thunderhawk accurately knocked out the supporting firepower behind the battle line, the Gray Knights' ground offensive had arrived in the next second.
Time passed by second by second, and Typhons watched as a large number of rebels did not even have a chance to fight, and died under the air strikes and the heavy artillery roll call of the Gray Knights.
Without fire support, the massive plague corpses can only be forcibly driven to relatively open areas, and then concentrated and eliminated by incendiary bombs fired from behind.
The Death Guards are still trying to struggle, using their personal bravery to change the situation on the front;
But being able to inflict casualties on individual Gray Knights is their limit. Except for a few Death Plague Champions who have achieved success, other Death Guards who dare to try this will, without exception, all die under concentrated fire from mid-range. p>
Even my underwear has been seen through!
Typhons laughed out loud in anger, but there was no good way to do it, because he was a being who focused on personal power.
For this kind of tactical suppression, he also did not solve the problem through means other than personal force and spiritual power.
The battle situation has been moving out of control since the beginning, and he no longer retreats with all his strength.
No matter what the cost, at least getting through all the way was his most urgent thought at this time.
Then, we can only use force to overcome skill!
Typhons, who wanted to understand, waved his war scythe - the human reaper, and led his direct guards to the front of the battlefield.
Behind him, when the first subspace portal opened, the plague chariot that followed him through also began to start its engine and move forward slowly in bursts of green smoke.
The Gray Knights soon encountered this force. The Death Guard's iconic green power armor, as well as their tolerance and disregard for individual weapons, quickly attracted the attention of the Gray Knights.
After the battle front sensed the gathering of the Death Guard, the Gray Knights at the command level quickly adjusted their troop deployment.
The interceptors on both wings began to move closer to the central front as mobile forces, while the terminators and the Heavenly Punishment Dread Knights also began to prepare to enter the rear of the array.
The strike team collided with the main force of the Death Guard from a distance, and the melee stranglehold 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 chain sword has collided with the halberd, but the result is contrary to Typhons' expectation:
The strength gained by sacrificing agility in the past was easily blocked; but the resilience possessed by the diseased body blessed by the evil god was weakened by the attack of psychic weapons.
Of course it wasn't a gladiatorial fight. Typhons watched the two plague champions being surrounded and killed by several gray knights.
The other Death Guards were either blocked by the teleported interceptors, or were still moving forward with difficulty in the distance.
He opened his mouth angrily and whispered:
"My loving father witnesses my actions, and I will exercise his authority!"
Black poisonous mist was released from the exhaust pipes made of bone on the power backpack on his back.
These pale bone tubes form an undulating bone tower. While releasing diseases into the real universe, they also support monsters called Destroyer Nest Flies.
And these monsters are responding to his call, forming a swarm of insects like a dark cloud, rushing towards the Gray Knight in front.
"Purify!" The gray knight in front leaned on his halberd and knelt down on the spot.
In response to his call, the will of the Legion gave him the protection of group power.
The cold silver moon above the head shone with light, and the flies that had just been circling disappeared into silence.
Typhons's disease erosion was invincible when fighting other Astartes, but this time when fighting the Gray Knights, it was finally restrained.
But he still has a backup plan. With the blood of a witch, he has been a powerful psyker since birth.
Nearly ten thousand years of service have given him enough time to study in psychic abilities.
The battle between psychic energy and anti-psychic energy, witchcraft and witchcraft countermeasures begins at this moment.
Several lashes of psychic lightning were cut off by the war scythe he wielded, and large psychic attacks further away were countered by the fluctuations in the subspace he provoked;
Silent psychic corrosion surged from his hands toward the Gray Knight, targeting the breath purification device of the Holy Shield power armor of the Gray Knight in front, and the connections between the heavy armors were also the target of corrosion.
Tsk!
The psychic lines on the holy shield-type power armor suddenly flashed, and the purity brand and the protection of the psychic circuit began to burn violently at the same time.
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The Gray Knight who raised his eyes faced the soul of Typhons, who was separated only by a thin line from the gods and demons, at that moment. His will was like a prey, frightened by Typhons, who had a more advanced form of existence.
"Chicken and Wadouer!"
He smiled triumphantly, reached forward, and squeezed the big hands that grasped the void hard, just like in previous battles, he wanted to tear the souls of the several Gray Knights in front of him into pieces.
But an accident happened. These weak souls were clearly firmly grasped by his power, but they couldn't hold on any longer.
Those mortal souls seem to have received some kind of protection, and they are obviously fragile but they are forcibly protected.
"What is this? An alternative counterattack?" Typhons muttered in a low voice, giving up on continuing the spell.
He took back his power and looked cautiously at the billowing smoke behind the Gray Knight, as if something was approaching.
Several Gray Knights lost their support and instantly fell to the ground from mid-air, falling into a coma after losing consciousness.
Typhons already wants to leave.
The accidents he has seen today have exceeded the total of the past century. He hates fighting in this completely unknown situation.
The powerlessness of being involved and manipulated is a feeling deeply abhorred by all psychics who have experienced "omniscience and omnipotence".
Since he took refuge in his loving father, this feeling of powerlessness has never happened to him again.
"This is asylum, but only for the loyal."
"Huh?" Typhons looked in the direction of the sound warily.
After the thick smoke from the war, a huge figure appeared in front of him carrying a huge war hammer.
The opponent's huge height made Typhons's pupils suddenly shrink. At the same time, his dead memory was instantly resurrected, returning to the era of the Great Crusade when all the heroes came together.
Not the company commander, not the champion, not even the expected great mentor.
"Gene...gene...original...body?"
He asked in disbelief, and the huge sense of absurdity made him lose all logic for a moment.
However, in the crazy detection he sensed, he could not find the location of the corresponding soul of Calvin in front of him.
There are only two possibilities for this situation:
First, the other party is too weak and is just a false projection;
Of the two, the other is too powerful, and his own perception has been overwritten and blocked.
Could it be the former? Typhons shook his head silently.
The weight brought about by Calvin's huge height was so real, the crisp sound of the steel boots crushing the cement around his feet, and the unyielding strength of his body made Typhons unable to deny it.
Could it be the latter? He dared not admit it.
Typhons clenched the artifact in his hand like a life-saving straw. The nest of destruction flies was noisy in his body, asking for his flesh and blood, but he did not dare to release it.
What does it mean for a psyker's perception to be completely blocked?
That means there is a psychic superior present, and his power has been completely seen through, and he has lost all initiative.
"I've never seen you."
Typhons remained motionless on the spot, watching Calvin approaching, and asked in a difficult tone.
He was now like Mortarion facing a furious state. No matter how arrogant and domineering he was on a daily basis, when the father of the genes was serious, he could only act as a filial son and grandson.
"What a coincidence, I haven't seen you before."
Calvin's footsteps did not stop, and the clanging steel boots carried his huge body forward.
Typhons was originally a tall figure among the Astartes, but in comparison he looked like a minor child.
Typhons retreats cautiously, while Calvin strides forward.
The distance was shortened by the difference in strides. 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 be about to break out in the next second, and the huge crystal on the head of the war hammer held by the giant began to slowly glow.
Boom!
The war hammer seemed to be swung slowly but really quickly. Typhons had nowhere to hide and could only raise his war scythe to fight.
The confrontation between order and chaos, purification and pollution broke out in an instant, bringing feedback of power to their users.
No matter what martial arts or experience, in this level of confrontation, only the simplest results can be obtained:
Calvin did not move, but Typhons was hit from the front.
The tall body moved forward again, and the crystal on the war hammer in his hand became brighter and brighter.
The fallen body in the distance is struggling to get up, and the wounded loser is buying precious time for himself.
Pus-like green blood flowed from Typhons's facial features. The armor that had been integrated with the flesh for thousands of years was also gurgling with pus and blood in the cracks here and there.
The failure of the all-round force confrontation affects far more than just the body itself.
Typhons's soul was about to be shattered, but his trembling hands still grasped the wooden handle of the human reaper and slowly propped his body up.
The reserved drop of blood in the waist has been ignited, and within a few breaths, the owner of the blood can sense his call.
He does not seek to escape completely, but as long as the adult is willing, he can at least escape with his soul.
"Huh? How resistant to beating! You are indeed Mortarion's cub!"
Calvin was also a little surprised that Typhons survived.
Even a Titan's leg would have been broken off by this blow, but Typhons was able to survive, which made Calvin marvel at the Death Guard's toughness.
One more strike!
Calvin was completely serious.
When "Mission" is waved, it has activated the inertial stance of the artifact itself.
The osmanthus leaves flashing on the ice-blue dharma ring, and the warhammer with the platinum tail flame flying, is a sign that Calvin is determined to kill.
Boom!
The "Human Reaper" became a victim of this attack.
This artifact, born from Nurgle's crucible, sacrificed himself in response to Typhons' desire to survive, blocking Calvin's fatal blow.
Come again!
Calvin's eyebrows were raised high, and he simply activated the highest load state of Legion mode.
The huge soul projection begins to appear in reality, and the entire legion is sharing his power.
The physical and psychic powers were unleashed with all their strength. This blow was truly the limit of Calvin's strength.
With no way to retreat, Typhons saw the war hammer approaching, and his previously burning blood finally responded.
The power of subspace tore open a small portal, and a huge but swollen green arm came out of thin air toward Typhons.
"Want to leave?"
His will collided violently with the owner of that hand.
Confusing images flashed in the minds of the two beings. Calvin saw a melancholy fat man sitting next to a huge crucible;
The owner of that hand also saw a huge moon looking down at the battle on the ground in the night sky.
Calvin's power had also accumulated to the extreme at this time, and even the form of the artifact changed.
The energy on the three-meter-long war hammer is amplified and shaped into a thunder hammer more than ten meters long.
When the hand was about to grasp Typhons' body, Calvin, who was floating in the void, just held the shaped giant hammer with both hands and smashed it down hard!
Boom!
The judgment of thunder finally came, and with a huge cry of pain, Typhons and half of this hand were left in the real universe forever...
After a difficult battle, the Supreme Lord of the Inquisition, the Grand Inquisitor, the Chief of the Order of the Hammer, the High Paladin Calvin, more than 300 Gray Knights from the headquarters, and several Astartes warriors from the Minotaur Chapter, fought against the forces of Chaos.
The fierce battle with Velax in recent days finally prevented the conspiracy and pollution from Chaos.
And as a result:
The known traitor to the Fourteenth Legion - the first company commander of the Death Guard Legion, the first think tank, the Lord of Demon Flies, and the chosen one of Nurgle's evil god in the mortal world - Typhons, was beheaded here.