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Chapter 257 64, Death of Typhons
Unusual beings like demons exist in the warp, in the realm of gods. Even after being expelled from the real universe, they will be reborn in the warp.

The inability to truly end their lives makes them act recklessly. They give up rational thinking and are happy to follow their violent emotions.

This feature, which had always been effective in the past, had lost its effect in front of the Doom Slayers.

Not only them, the Doom Slayer believes that even the gods who claim to exist forever will have their end.

They climbed up the sword of the red force field and easily cut into pieces the demon's body.

The hideous decorations and those blasphemous medals were like ruins torn apart by the wind, without any power.

The demon could easily slice through the armored claws, unable to do any damage to the Slayer.

The demons that once ravaged countless worlds and brought despair and fear to countless lives are now like the prey they once ravaged.

The Desecrators despairingly discover that no matter what they do, they cannot stop the Slayer.

Any action is superfluous and cannot delay the arrival of ultimate destruction.

When they realized that they would lose eternal time and return to silent nothingness, most of the demons screamed in fear.

Under the blade of the Doom Slayer, they had no chance of resurrection. Countless demons fell into madness, and the Doom Slayer was overwhelmed in their brief madness.

But soon, the Doom Slayer will step on the mountain of their corpses and walk out of the flames step by step.

Doom's blade slashed across the waist of a Slaanesh, slicing through her gorgeous purple skin in an instant and digging out her internal organs.

Then he trampled the banshee's head with his iron boots, completely crushing her blasphemous skull.

A mad Khorne demon rushed over, and it was a bloodthirsty knight driving a spiked chariot, but Doom smashed it and its mount with one punch.

Doom did not even glance at the killed bloodthirsty knight and Slaanesh banshee.

Slaughtering a demon of this level was not enough to cause any fluctuations in his heart.

The demons' blood flowed quietly on the ground, no longer as violent as before. Their power turned into pure primordial source, continuously merging into Doom's body.

Doom was clearly aware that on such a battlefield, his strength was increasing every minute.

And the same will be true for his brothers.

When demons can become nutrients to nourish oneself, no matter how twisted and unclean they appear, for the Doom Slayer, they cannot escape the category of food.

Doom broke through the demon's direction and walked into the guarded portal.

Then the Plague Legion Commander Typhons appeared in his sight.

Doom's usually cold and empty eyes now showed contempt. He despised the human traitor in front of him. It was time to make him pay the price.

Souls that bear countless sins will suffer from the trauma brought by the Yajin energy.

Doom walked step by step towards Typhus, the lord of the Destroyed Fly Nest. Any demon who tried to stop him would be pierced by his sword.

As Doom approaches.

Typhus gradually showed despair. He found that when the Doomsday Slayer approached, the mycelium in his body was shrinking and the blessing bestowed on him by Nurgle was quickly losing its effect.

This means that even the power of the God of Plague is instinctively afraid when facing the Slayer of Doom.

Typhon's armor was extremely swollen, and his skin and armor had completely merged into one.

Deadly hollow bone spurs burst out of his body like a funnel.

Countless demon flies live in his body, and the fly nests coexist with his body. The bone spurs on his back spew out gray-green poisonous mist.

During the battle, countless magic flies immediately formed a black, buzzing swarm of flies.

The poisonous mist erupting from the bone spurs will instantly cover the enemy.

Facing the magic flies that filled his vision, Doom stretched out his hand, and the force field that could distort the laws of physics expanded outward.

As the first heir of Dukel, Doom can use all the abilities in the mental network. Following his will, countless corrupted magic flies exploded, and their fat bodies were squeezed into disgusting green slime in an instant, splattering all over the ground.

The terrifying attack of the magic fly was resolved so easily.

Doom approached Typhus step by step, his steps firm and unstoppable.

Even Typhons showed some panic at this time. Every soul feared eternal destruction, which was the mark left by the Creator when he first created everything.

But other than that, he didn't show much weakness in front of Doom.

Typhons is an ambitious man who never hides his ambition. His constant pursuit of the perfect plague causes the stars to rot.

He had entered the gardens of Nurgle, and learned how to create viruses, how to incubate order and structure into the rot of chaos.

He once transformed billions of Kalandi creatures into plague zombies.

Watching the survivors struggling in despair, he sincerely praised death and rebirth.

And this is just the most insignificant of his countless evil deeds.

During his Dark Crusade with Abaddon, he unleashed poisonous storms upon countless worlds, toying with countless mortals in despair and agony.

Typhons always remembers what he has done, and he will not pray to the Slayer because he cannot be forgiven and will never be shown mercy.

He took up his weapon, fought, and faced life or death.

Typhon roared at Doom and took the lead in attacking.

In a trance, he saw a greater shadow behind the Slayer. A great being full of fighting spirit sat high on the throne, looking down at him mercilessly.

The warriors under the throne of the Human King, also wrapped in merciless flames, cruelly advanced among the corpses of demons and human traitors scattered all over the ground.

Such a scene made Typhons feel that the space was heavy and his movements came to a halt for a moment.

It was this imperceptible pause that allowed a huge demon to rush in front of Doom.

The demon's body was dripping with ichor and was almost three times the height of a mortal man.

On the demon's pus-covered head, three eyes were constantly moving, and in its hands it held a moss-covered bone stick.

Countless tortured souls roared and wailed on the surface of the bone stick, playing a dirge of extreme pain in unison.

Facing this terrifying demon, Doom didn't even look at it. He lightly pulled the trigger of the double-barreled shotgun and beat the demon into pieces.

Broken flesh and blood were scattered on the ground, and the foul-smelling pus and blood gathered into streams.

Nothing can stop the Slayer.

Typhon let out a muffled growl and swung his scythe wildly, trying to fight against the Doom Slayer Doom.

But the power gap between them was so huge that Doom easily blocked Typhus' attack with ease.

While blocking, he will also counterattack.

Typhons' face showed pain. Every time he was attacked, he felt like he was run over by a Rust tank.

The power of the Doom Slayer is so terrifying that it is unimaginable.

Typhon's rotten flesh and blood kept falling off, and from the falling flesh and blood, one could see dense maggots parasitic in his rotten flesh.

Followed by a crisp sound of metal collision.

The sickle in Typhon's hand broke in the collision.

Doom's powerful strength forced him to retreat. The hollow bone spurs on his armor spewed out thick poisonous gas, trying to stop Doom.

The Hive of Destruction buzzed as he moved, but Doom didn't care and continued to walk towards the other party with determination.

The fear in Typhus' eyes grew stronger as he looked at the Slayer.

It was the fear that came from eternal annihilation and the despair of facing an invincible enemy.

"Traitor, why are you afraid? You should have gone to hell long ago."

Doom spoke up.

Typhus raised his head. He couldn't see the expression under the Doom Slayer's helmet. He could only see the red light scattered by the visual enhancement device in the eyepiece opposite him.

But just by the other party's tone, he could understand the Slayer's disdain.

The being who once called himself the Lord of Death is now afraid of the arrival of true death.

"The empire is just another seedbed that looks bright and beautiful, but is actually a breeding ground for rotten abscesses. I have never felt that I have done anything wrong, and you will eventually become nutrients in my Lord's garden."

Before the final moment arrived, Typhus calmed down.

The Garden of Nurgle is a swamp of decay, but that hypocritical empire is nothing more than another devil's lair.

No matter how dirty the Garden of the God of Plague is, it is still a million times cleaner than that hypocritical empire.

The ugliness and cysts on the outside are far less than the rotten and vicious heart of human beings.

He could admit his own failure, but he could not tolerate the other party judging him as a superior righteous person.

Doom knew that he was beyond help, so he said no more. The Slayer jumped and chopped off Typhons' arm.

Over the long tens of thousands of years, Typhons thought he had long been accustomed to enduring torture.

But the moment the Argent energy weapon cut off his arm, unimaginable pain overwhelmed his soul.

At this moment, Typhons deeply felt the horror of the Argent energy weapon, which was a weapon that could truly destroy the soul.

He had also heard rumors that the Imperial Warmaster Dukel would bring the ultimate destruction.

He scoffed at it at the time, but now, greater panic was brewing in Typhon's heart.

He raised his head and looked at Doom, or more precisely, at the tall figure sitting on the throne behind Doom.

The man looked down at everything with a cruel gaze. Perhaps he did not look at any demon, or even at the battlefield.

The other party was like the ultimate destroyer, without any mercy or emotion.

At the last moment of his life, Typhus had almost glimpsed the other party's true appearance - he was a commander who ruled the stars and made the great gods feel like thorns in their backs. He was more terrifying than the mummy on the throne, more capricious, and more unpredictable.

In the midst of unparalleled pain, Typhon's spiritual vision was inspired and he accurately captured a glimpse of the future.

He saw the stars wailing, the spiritual realm where storms never ceased, and the ocean of the soul dried up and decayed.

The man who overlooks the universe brings everything cruelly. He is not a devil, but he is far more terrifying than a devil.

"Hahahaha, I'm definitely not the one who should go to hell!" The air passed through Typhons' swollen alveoli, making a turbid, crazy laugh.

Doom was a little stunned. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly fell crazy, but he didn't care. He saw the sword in his hand was about to fall and execute Typhons completely.

But at this moment, the sound of grenade launchers continued to ring out.

A series of explosive bombs like raindrops hit Doom's energy shield that was automatically activated.

Shield-wielding Plague Marines join forces with Blight Terminators to try to form an impenetrable line of defense.

They raised their rusty, seemingly unusable grenade launchers and fired at the advancing Doom Slayers.

The Plague Marines formed a shield wall, trying to buy enough time for Typhons to evacuate.

Their flesh and blood have merged with their armor, and their bodies are bloated and huge. Under the rotten and rusty armor, there is pus and flesh.

These Plague Marines are monsters, descended from an even more ancient gene pool.

They are far more powerful than ordinary fallen warriors, and their bloated bodies have long exceeded the endurance of humans, so they can only exist in such a weird appearance.

One of the plague warriors even had his human skull distorted to look like an insect's head.

The Plague Marines' armor was rotten in many places and had countless holes. The ubiquitous magic flies were climbing in those holes like bees in a hive.

It's hard to describe in words how disgusting these plague warriors are.

But their disgusting appearances could not shake Doom's pace.

His sword swung, and no blasphemy could stop him, and the disgusting plague warriors were cut into pieces of rotten flesh.

The human wall that tried to protect Typhons was knocked down, and one swollen body after another fell.

Foul-smelling, rotten liquid flowed out of the corpses. As if angered by the death of the Plague Warriors, the demon flies turned into a black tide and pounced on the Doom Slayer.

But when they were more than ten meters away from Doom, they were crushed by an invisible force.

Typhons fled backwards, but it was in vain. There was no route for him to retreat safely on the huge plague ark.

The demon's followers were still roaring madly, but the attacks of the mortal cultists were so weak that they couldn't even leave a scratch on Doom's armor.

Typhus faced Doom who was approaching.

He wielded his broken scythe in a final attempt to resist.

But his attack was equally weak, and Doom easily cut off his other arm.

The Slayer lifted him up with one hand, "Look at me, demon, if you have a clear conscience!"

Doom's roar was accompanied by the vibration of mental power. As he shouted, Typhus lowered his head timidly, not daring to look him in the eye.

The Doom Slayer saw this and then stabbed Typhon's bloated body with a sword.

This sinner who once killed innocent people wailed continuously after being pierced by the Argentinian sword.

Typhon's consciousness and soul suffered unprecedented torture.

Red flames slowly burned from his body, and all the sins he had committed in the past were questioning him one by one.

Doom let go of his hand, and Typhons slid weakly to the ground and knelt on his knees. He looked at the intestines flowing out of his wounds, which were full of holes and maggots.

Then Yajin's long sword swept across, and his head flew out.

The swollen head rolled to the ground, standing out among the corpses scattered with flesh and debris.

The huge, bloated, headless body did not have any blood flowing out, only foul-smelling pus splattering.

The former guardian of the empire, the sinner who led the Father of Genes astray, the bringer of plague who left countless horror legends for mankind, all met his end here.

Typhons was dead, and no matter what legends he had, they were wiped out in his true death.

The body of this ambitious traitor who wanted to please the God of Plague was buried among the corpses of countless demons.

It looks no different and goes unnoticed.

(End of this chapter)