AWB Chapter 337: The Death of the Third Seal Taifongsi
Chapter 337: The Death of the Third Seal Taifongsi
As Typhus spoke, he swung the death knell with his left hand, but this time it was silent. However, Lin Heng heard a tearing sound in the dark.
"KAAAZAAA!!!"
Dozens of huge tentacles twisted like octopuses fell from the sky, grew from the ground, and emerged from the sides, hammering Lin Heng below like a chaotic cloak.
The ferocious sickle swung to cut the tentacles as thick as waists, but it could not move after just two swings. The tentacles entangled, stuck, and hit, and the power armor squeaked and bent and dented.
With a "ding-dong" sound, the sickle was thrown out by the tentacles and returned to its owner again. Typhon happily put on the amulet and picked up the sickle, and walked to the controlled Lin Heng with a smile.
Just this feeling
"go to hell."
"Lord Typhons."
A buzzing sound came from behind everyone. Typhons didn't check it and hummed. He raised the sickle with his right hand and said:
"What's going on outside? Have all the reinforcements been killed?"
"Buzz buzz...they...are they all coming in now?"
Typhons looked suddenly, but the next second he saw a flash of a knife. With a "clang", the ferocious long-bladed axe was completely immersed in the hypertrophic body. The two-meter-wide waist was directly penetrated half of the axe blade.
"you!"
Typhons couldn't believe that the sudden attack was caused by his trusted deputy, a Plague Lord from the Death Guard.
Plague Lord, a high-level combat unit
In a rage, he turned sideways and swung his sickle, but the plasma shell shattered his already injured palm which had not yet fully recovered.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Typhons used his hands and feet, not caring about the huge axe hanging on his body, and fell forward and rolled, with his intestines, flesh and broken bones scattered all over the ground.
While escaping, he did not forget to wave the Death Knell to command the tentacles. Most of those bloated tentacles immediately split into two and smashed towards the four figures in the curtain.
Furgaris, Blood Raven, Flesh Tearer, and the unmarked Black Shield Priest immediately opened fire, and the demon's tentacles exploded and shattered under the bombardment of special explosive bombs.
Typhons fell to the ground, using his psychic power to heal his broken wounds. Looking at the four people who had no connection with him, his puzzled expression suddenly turned into unprecedented anger.
"Alpharius!!!"
“Bang!”
'Holy Glow' burst out from the gaps between the layers of tentacles. This light full of hope and excitement made the four people's attacks more ferocious.
The previous 1V1 situation immediately reversed, and now the situation is 48V5.
Typhons was so angry as he looked at the melting and exploding tentacles that he wanted to curse, but what came out of his mouth was a hardened blood clot.
"Oh!"
The gathered tentacles finally broke into pieces, and under the 'shock wave', Lin Heng flew over surrounded by flames. The spiritual energy layered on his 'copper skin and iron bones' were attached to his two pairs of iron fists, and he punched Typhons who was kneeling on the ground!
The twisted and mutated face became more twisted inch by inch, and the huge body fell backwards under such a bombardment. The growing flesh and blood tentacles broke one by one, and the cut wounds were torn open again.
Typhus lay on his back and used one hand to support himself and quickly turned over, but there was no way Lin Heng would give him the chance to get up. He stepped forward and stepped directly on the opponent's bloated lower back.
The sound of twisting boards was nerve-wracking, but the sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh was even more terrifying.
Lin Heng rode on Typhons, exerting force with his arms to stand up, and his two flapping wings were torn off.
"I'll make you awesome!"
As Lin Heng spoke, he let the spiritual energy surge in his throat, opened his mouth and eyes, and spurted out the 'Breath of Flame'. The flames immediately flew across Typhon's back, burning his skin and flesh.
And this was just the beginning. Pairs of fists shining with "holy light" flew left and right, hitting the back of the shell-covered head one after another.
As the fist armor twisted, the bone shell broke. Whenever Typhons tried to stand up, he was knocked to the ground by the heavy fist filled with resentment.
The opponent wanted to swing the death knell, but Lin Heng bit his finger first, then used his arms to twist his arm with all his strength. He chewed and swallowed the torn thumb like a chicken claw.
Lin Heng stretched out his hand and the Scythe of Entropy, which was stained with the remnants of his spiritual energy, flew towards his palm tremblingly.
But Typhon suddenly turned sideways and whipped his fist to knock him off balance, and his twisting body made crackling sounds and his wounds oozed pus.
Although the opponent resisted fiercely, the balance of victory gradually tilted towards the five people, and Lin Heng headed the ball into the middle of the goal, leaving Typhons bloody.
After a strenuous effort, the sickle changed hands. Lin Heng swayed his body, and the blade trembled as it cut into the body that did not resemble a human being.
Cutting off hands, cutting off feet, dissecting the abdomen, opening the chest, and making four more cuts and eight holes, Lin Heng really put all his hatred on the other party, hatred for the evil god, hatred for the unknown, hatred for everything.
'Stop! Stop! He can't die.'
The priest grabbed Lin Heng who was still swinging the sickle. He looked at Typhons who was torn into pieces at his feet and only a thread remained. His exhausted body could no longer support him.
The sickle stabbed the ground with a clang, and he half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and asked with his corroded lips twitching:
"Why!... What's the point of this bastard living? You want me to... kill it."
Blood Crow stepped forward, wrapped the death knell with psychic energy, and then chanted an obscure spell to suppress the size of the gap. The demon that was chopped and smashed by the crowd had no choice but to move its tentacles helplessly into the gap.
This Nurgle can is so cool
"His soul is in the hands of the evil god. The death of the body does not mean true death. Only by destroying its soul can it be left without a trace."
Furgaris dragged his great axe forward and spoke slowly.
Lin Heng looked at the Plague Lord in front of him. The other party's status was basically similar to that of a company commander, and he was considered the Terminator among Terminators.
A guy like this actually betrayed his master and joined forces with the loyalist Space Marines. It is unbelievable... but still understandable.
"Are you the guy who guided me? I guess you have also given your soul to the evil god."
As Lin Heng spoke, he clenched his sickle and looked at the other three people. They were obviously Space Marines from different regiments and had different fighting styles, but now, the four of them seemed to be connected by one aura like quadruplets.
Fuggaris hummed a bitter laugh, the meaning of which was both obvious and obscure, as if it carried an endless tide of loneliness and sadness.
"We have our own way..."
Lin Heng sighed, propped himself up, frowned, looked at the Black Shield Pastor with doubt and anger, and asked anxiously:
"Who are you? Are you sent by the Emperor to guide... monitor... or something? What do you do?"
Lin Heng became more and more certain that he had seen members of this mysterious organization before, and those were the ones that appeared. How many more were there that did not?
The four of them looked at each other, and finally the pastor spoke.
"Let's deal with Typhons first. The battle outside is still going on. You will know what you need to know after you get out."
Lin Heng turned his head and waved his hands. He didn't want to deal with the Riddler anymore. He was even too lazy to understand the secrets. He sat down on the ground. He didn't even want to communicate with them anymore.
After pacifying Lin Heng, the four of them once again focused their attention on Typhons. The servant favored by the evil god was showing his tenacious vitality.
The twisted and proliferating flesh and blood are constantly covering the injured body. The originally inhuman existence has become even more twisted. If left alone, the final result may be the body of a monster.
"Bastards...a bunch of...bastards..."
"Typhons, your time of death has come. Your soul will not return to the garden of your loving father, and you will never have the chance to compete with Mortarion for the throne again."
As Furgaris spoke, he took the old parchment scroll handed to him by Blood Raven. The four of them each held a copy and began to softly recite the maxims on it.
A hint of warm light began to emerge as the text flowed, the old scroll took on a new look, divine power began to surge, and the familiar feeling in memory appeared.
Lin Heng looked at the sacred scroll. It seemed that it was attached with the power of the emperor and was a holy object specially used to seal the soul.
'Blood Raven...*...Isn't this the thief that Trazyn hates...Could he have stolen this thing...
Whether it is stolen or not...it has nothing to do with me...STC cannot be stolen...you have to remember this...
Alpharius...Did Fen Tong just yelled...Alpharius...Why does it sound so familiar?'
"Alpharius... Alpharius... Alpha... F**K you, XX Legion! Primarch!"
"Do you really think I'm a lamb to be slaughtered? You bastards who even deceived yourselves, just go eat shit!"
Lin Heng and Taifengs shouted at the same time, but the latter made a more extreme reaction. A dirty head suddenly emerged from the gap in his abdominal cavity.
The Flesh Tearer immediately pulled out his chainsaw and was about to cut the beast in two, but Fgaris fell to the ground first.
"retreat!"
"Hahaha, Groshila's Plague Skull..."
The rules of the chess grenade in the ninth edition are slightly changed, no problem
"BOOM!"
The power was no less than that of being bombarded by a Angry Sun Plasma Annihilation Cannon, and the layers of energy waves melted everything.
Everything is dead silent...
“Cough..cough cough…”
Lin Heng survived. He had just stood up when he was knocked away by the shock wave. The plague energy representing death progressed layer by layer and infected his broken body.
The sweeping plague energy wave even polluted the entire space, and green festering spots gradually spread across the dark curtain.
In an instant, all sounds disappeared, all colors faded away, there was no smell, no touch, and time seemed to freeze.
But psychic energy does not.
The warm stream flowed slowly and passively, rushing through his so-called body and awakening his dormant soul.
The dark world gradually became colorful as spiritual energy gathered, but the world at this moment was not the reality that one saw with one's own eyes, but the colorful spiritual sea that was gradually approaching.
"Subspace..." Lin Heng said numbly.
The soul looked down at its own body. Its burnt eye sockets were empty and shriveled, its eardrums had been pierced by the sound waves from the explosion, and its nose had no bulge at all except for two holes.
His body was close to collapse, and he didn't even have the strength to move his hands and feet, or perhaps he no longer had any hands or feet.
His legs disappeared, his breastplate rusted, and his sternum was exposed. If it weren't for the spiritual energy still flowing freely, Lin Heng would even have thought he was dead.
'Others...'
He twisted his soul and looked towards the messy dark ground. Apart from the increasingly serious signs of pollution and rust, all that was left was half a black corpse in the distance.
'Pastor...Pastor?'
The soul flew forward, but during the flight, a weak star language made Lin Heng furious.
"You are not dead yet... It seems that your soul has also been blessed... Hehehe... Blessed..."
Lin Heng looked at the illusory soul in front of him with rage. A blurry shadow emerged from the pus on the curtain, and the vulgar laughter became clearer as the face got closer.
This pathetic traitor, a pawn used by the evil god, is a poor creature with a mind deceived by lies and a twisted spirit.
"Without a soul, I am no different from a dead body. If I consume too many souls, I will no longer be myself. But I have no fear in order to kill you!"
Typhon's soul rushed over, and the existence with only one face was now full of evil.
'A pile of shit that no one cares about!'
Lin Heng also let out a scream, and the souls of both parties collided with each other, entangled, intertwined, dispersed and merged.
The calm sea of the mind began to boil as the two men fought. The bright colors became brighter and brighter, and the distorted space became more distorted.
"Boom!"
There was a roar like thunder, and the storm of the warp roared its rebuke.
Subspace real shot
'My dear child, I have found you at last.'
The dull sound was as familiar as thunder, and thunder exploded in the ears. The storm swept through and tore apart the two people with different expressions.
'Oh! Kind Father! Kind Father! All things decay, but all beings are immortal. Your faithful son Typhons pays homage to you!'
Typhon shook his illusory soul and bowed to the warp crack like a loyal dog.
As for Lin Heng, he has given up the idea of resistance. If the emperor can appear in time, there may be a glimmer of hope.
But is it too late?
"Father! My most loving father! Lin Heng has been found, and STC is also attacking. I will present it to you as a gift, Father!"
The growing poison even began to corrode the edge of the crack, and an indescribable arm might stretch out from the crack in the next second.
Lin Heng wanted to escape, but this second evil god completely captured his soul.
"My great and loving father, please let me go to your garden and be your favorite. Grant me greater power so that I can complete more important tasks for you."
Typhon's soul gradually approached the crack, and as its voice floated, a muffled groan that was like a smile came from the crack.
'Well, you do deserve something more important.'
'Praise be to the Father, praise be to the Great God of Life! '
Typhons was overjoyed, and his soul hurriedly flew towards the rift. At this time, Lin Heng, who was watching, suddenly felt as if something was gently touching his head, and then he felt some kind of inexplicable gravity.
The flying soul suddenly stopped, Typhon's momentum came to an abrupt halt, and the trembling soul seemed to understand what had happened.
'No..for..why..why! Am I not doing well enough? No Father! My kind Father! '
Typhons cried and flew backwards. His twisted soul struggled hard to escape, but he was helpless as he got closer and closer to Lin Heng.
Both of them are under the control of the evil god, and they come into contact and merge again.
Until one of their souls disappeared, a triple sigil emerged from the tip of the horn representing resistance, a green symbol that was the same origin as the changing blue strange moon mark.
【力量：1771+401 反应 ：748+322 五感：2348+50 抗性：1046+ 1690恢复：968+241 能量：+5097】
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