Chapter 285 The End of the Lord of the Flies.

"This is..."

Taifons looked at the souls that were rapidly dimming in his psychic vision, unable to accept the cruel fact that his direct troops were decreasing at an alarming rate.

The demon-blessed power armor auspicious instrument was activated, and the detection extended to the center of the battlefield. He finally saw the horrifying fact from the bombing of the endless clusters of thunder eagles.

The opponent's ground offensive was not what he usually knew, which would only begin after the air strikes and artillery coverage.

The offensive of those "compatriots" in gray armor had already begun and never ended! They even pressed the edge of the air wave of the bombs dropped by the air strikes and launched an attack on his troops!

"How is it possible!"

Taifons' eyes twitched violently. What is this war like?

Is it playing house?

Air-ground coordination is fine, but the accuracy of the barrage is within the error of seconds?

Do you really think that his Nurgle army is all dead and is resisting their attack in a completely fixed way?

However, the truth is so outrageous. The Nurgle army on the battlefield is certainly not dead, and their defense and counterattack will not be fixed-rhythm actions.

But the Grey Knights can adjust the rhythm of ground forces and air strikes while attacking in this ever-changing counterattack.

While maintaining the offensive posture, they can also keep close contact with the offensive of the endless Thunder Eagle fleet in the sky!

When a wave of Thunder Eagles 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 under anti-aircraft firepower to make way for subsequent air strikes.

And when the Thunder Eagles of the air strikes accurately knocked out the supporting firepower behind the front line, the Grey Knights' ground offensive arrived the next second.

Time passed second by second, and Typhons watched a large number of rebels die under the air strikes and the heavy artillery of the Grey Knights without even the chance to fight.

When there was no firepower support, the massive plague zombies could only be forcibly driven to a relatively open place, and then concentratedly solved by the incendiary bombs fired from the rear.

The Death Guards were still trying to struggle and change the situation on the front line with their personal bravery;

But being able to cause casualties to individual Grey Knights was their limit. Except for a few Death Plague Champions who made some gains, all the other Death Guards who dared to try this were killed by the concentrated fire from medium distance without exception.

This is a bottom that has been seen through!

Typhons laughed out loud in anger, but there was no good way, because he was a person who focused on personal strength.

For this kind of tactical level of suppression, he also did not solve the problem by means other than personal force and psychic power.

The battle situation has been moving in the direction of getting out of control since the beginning, and he no longer wants to retreat unscathed.

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

Then, he can only use force to defeat tricks!

Thinking clearly, Typhons waved his scythe - the human harvester, and led his direct guards to the front of the battlefield.

Behind him, the Plague Chariot that followed him through the first subspace portal also started its engine and moved slowly forward in the green smoke.

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

After the battle line felt the gathering of the Death Guard, the Grey Knights at the command level quickly adjusted the deployment of troops.

The interceptors on both wings, as mobile forces, began to move closer to the central front, while the Terminators and the Heavenly Punishment Fear 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 close combat between the two sides began.

Looking at the enemy so close, Typhons felt more and more that this group of Grey Knights was different from the previous ones.

The chainsaw sword of the Death Plague Champion had already collided with the halberd, but the result was the opposite of what Typhon expected:

The power gained by sacrificing agility in the past was easily blocked; and the toughness of the plague body blessed by the evil god was weakened by the attack of the psychic weapon.

Of course it was not a fight, Typhon watched the two Death Plague Champions being surrounded and killed by several Grey Knights.

The other Death Guards were either blocked by the interceptors who were teleported, or were still struggling to move forward in the distance.

He opened his mouth angrily and whispered:

"Father witnessed my actions, and I will also exercise His authority!"

The black poisonous mist was released from the various exhaust pipes made of bone material on the power backpack behind him.

These pale bone tubes formed an undulating bone tower, which released the plague into the real universe while also raising monsters called Destroyer Nest Flies.

And these monsters were responding to his call, forming a swarm of insects like a dark cloud, rushing towards the Grey Knights in front.

"Purification!" The Grey Knight in front knelt on the spot with his halberd.

In response to his call, the will of the Legion gave him the protection of the group power.

The cold silver moon above his head shone, and the swarm of flies that had just hovered and danced disappeared in silence.

Typhons's disease erosion was always invincible when fighting other Astartes, but this time when fighting the Grey Knights, it was finally restrained.

But he still had a backup plan. With the blood of a witch, he was a powerful psychic since birth.

Nearly ten thousand years of service time gave him enough time to study psychic power.

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

Several psychic lightning whips were cut off by his scythe, and the large psychic attacks farther away were countered by the waves he provoked in the subspace;

Silent psychic corrosion surged from his hands to the Grey Knights, targeting the breathing purification device of the Holy Shield Power Armor of the Grey Knight in front, and the connection between the heavy armor was also the target of corrosion.

Swish!

The psychic lines on the Holy Shield Power Armor suddenly flashed, and the protection of the Pure Mark and the psychic circuit began to burn violently at the same time.

The Grey Knight who looked up was facing the soul of Typhons, who was only a line away from the gods and demons. His will was like a prey, and was shocked by Typhons, who existed in a more advanced form.

"A chicken and a dog!"

He smiled complacently, stretched out his big hand and grasped the void, and clenched it hard, wanting to tear the souls of several Grey Knights in front of him into pieces as in previous battles.

But something unexpected happened. These weak souls were clearly firmly grasped by his power, but he couldn't hold them anymore.

Those mortal souls seemed to be blessed by some kind of protection. They were obviously fragile but were forcibly protected.

"What is this? Another kind of countermeasure?" Typhons muttered in a low voice and gave up the continuation of the spell.

He retracted his power and looked cautiously at the billowing smoke behind the Grey Knights. It seemed that something was approaching.

Several Grey Knights lost their support and fell from mid-air in an instant, falling into a coma after losing consciousness.

Typhons wanted to leave.

The accidents he saw today exceeded the sum of the past century. He hated fighting in such a completely unknown situation.

The powerlessness of being involved and manipulated is a feeling that all psychics who have experienced "omniscience and omnipotence" hate.

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

"This is protection, but only for loyal people."

"Huh?" Typhons looked in the direction of the voice vigilantly.

Behind the smoke of the war, a huge figure carrying a huge war hammer appeared in front of him.

The opponent's huge height made Typhons' pupils suddenly shrink, and the dead memory was instantly revived, returning to the era of the Great Crusade when many heroes rose together.

Not the company commander, not the champion, and not even the expected Grand Master.

"Gene... Primarch?"

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

However, in his crazy detection, he could not find the location of Calvin's corresponding soul in front of him.

There are only two possibilities for this situation:

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

Second, the opponent is too powerful and his perception has been covered and shielded.

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

The weight brought by Calvin's huge height is so real, the crisp sound of steel boots crushing the cement at his feet, and the untapped power in his body, which made Typhons unable to deny.

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

Typhons clenched the artifact in his hand, like a life-saving straw. The Destroyer Fly Nest was clamoring in his body, asking for his flesh and blood, but he didn't dare to release it.

What does it mean that the perception of the psychic is completely blocked?

That means that there is a psychic superior present, and his power has been completely seen through, and he has lost all initiative.

"I, haven't seen you."

Typhons stood still, watching Calvin approach, and asked with a difficult tone.

He was like facing Mortarion in a rage at this time. Even if he was arrogant and domineering on weekdays, when the father of genes was serious, he could only act as a filial son and grandson.

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

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, and in contrast, he looked like an underage child.

Typhons retreated cautiously, while Calvin strode forward.

The distance was shortened by the difference in stride length. When the distance was less than 30 meters, the warhammer in the hand of the silver-armored giant was also put down from his shoulder.

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

Boom!

As the warhammer was swung slowly but 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 the feedback of power to their users.

What martial arts, what experience, in this level of confrontation, only the simplest result was obtained:

Calvin did not move, while Typhons was smashed head-on.

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

The body that fell in the distance was struggling to get up, and the loser who was injured all over was buying precious time for himself.

Green blood like pus flowed from Typhons' facial features. The armor that had been integrated with the body for thousands of years was also oozing pus and blood in the cracks everywhere.

The failure of the all-round power confrontation affected far more than just the body.

Typhons' soul was almost shattered, but his trembling hands still tightly grasped the wooden handle of the human harvester and slowly propped up his body.

The reserved drop of blood on his waist had been ignited, and within a few breaths, the owner of the blood could sense his call.

He didn't ask for a complete escape, but as long as the adult was willing, he could at least escape with his soul.

"Hmm? Really tough! As expected of Mortarion's son!"

Calvin was a little surprised that Typhons survived.

This hammer would break a Titan's leg, but Typhons survived, which made Calvin admire the resilience of the Death Guard.

Another hammer!

Calvin was completely serious.

When "Mission" was swung, it had already activated the inertial stance of the artifact itself.

The laurel leaves on the ice-blue magic ring flashed, and the hammer with a white-gold tail flame was flying, which was a sign that Calvin had already moved his killing intention.

Boom!

"Human Harvester" became the victim of this attack.

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

Come again!

Calvin raised his eyebrows high, and he simply pulled up the highest load state of the Legion mode.

The huge soul projection began to appear in reality, and the entire legion was sharing his power.

The power of both the physical and spiritual sides was fully released, and this attack was really the limit of Calvin's power.

Typhons, who had no way to retreat, watched the hammer approach, and his previously burning blood finally responded.

The power of the subspace tore open a small portal, and a huge but swollen green arm reached out to Typhons out of thin air.

"Want to leave?"

His will collided violently with the owner of the hand.

The chaotic picture flashed in the minds of the two beings. Calvin saw a melancholy fat man sitting next to a huge crucible;

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

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

The energy on the three-meter-long hammer was amplified and shaped into a thunder hammer more than ten meters long.

When the hand was about to hold Typhons' body, Calvin, who floated in the void, just held the formed giant hammer with both hands and smashed it hard!

Boom!

The judgment of thunder finally fell, accompanied by a huge cry of pain, Typhons and half of this hand were left in the real universe forever...

Imperial calendar 110, 757, M39, Storm Star Region, Quadrant 11 Star Region, Verax Galaxy, Verax Bishop World.

After a difficult battle, the Supreme Lord of the Inquisition, the Chief of the Holy Hammer Order, and the High Paladin, His Excellency Calvin, led more than 300 Grey Knights of the headquarters and several Astartes warriors of the Minotaurs to fight against the forces of Chaos and Verax, and finally stopped the conspiracy and pollution from Chaos.

And as a result of the battle:

The known rebellious 14th Legion - the first captain of the Death Guard Legion, the first think tank, the Lord of the Flies, the Chosen God of Nurgle in the Mortal World - Typhons, was killed here.

Two in one. Update.