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Chapter 335 Today's Subspace is Still Vibrant
Bang! ! !
The lust of the God of Thirst burned fiercely at the border of the God of Plague's domain. The dazzling purple-red flames reached the dark green clouds. The Plague Carriers drooped their bodies due to laziness. The laughter of the Nurglings turned into obscene songs. The Nurgling beasts had the urge to mate.
The horse-faced Devil of Pleasure thrust out its tongue to pierce the Plague Blade in the Plague Bearer's hand. The Succubi danced a beautiful dance of joy to fight the Death Guards. The music of the Infernal Piano Devil embellished the moment with wailing and vicious music.

"A lackey of the Thirsty Lord."

The hum of the destroyer flies drowns out the song of Slaanesh, and the sickles of corruption scrape the fire of Slaanesh,

Typhons, wearing a heavy shroud-type Terminator power armor, looked like a giant swollen-bellied fly, standing still in the flames of Slaanesh's lust.
The psychic energy from the mixed blood of aliens and humans overflowed, roaring and repelling the Slaanesh demons that tried to approach him. The blasphemous body-devouring plague mixed in the psychic energy corroded the bodies of the servants of the Lord of Thirst.
At the same time, the Withering Overlord Terminators who followed Typhons stepped forward, blocking the Garden of Nurgle and the invading Slaanesh Demons like an iron wall.

Mortarion's visit to the gardens at the invitation of his father and the sudden attack by the demons of Slaanesh for unknown reasons made Typhons upset.

The finely crafted butcher's scythe in his hand was constantly waving, drawing arcs with a foul smell in the air, harvesting the heads of those who tried to approach Nurgle's chosen.

But Typhons was not invincible, and he soon met his opponent.

The whip and the axe slashed at Typhons from two directions, and Typhons waved his sickle to stop them.

A Slaanesh Daemon Prince and a Slaanesh Daemon stood before Typhons.

A slender, graceful Slaanesh Daemon in feminine form stands on the shoulders of a male Slaanesh Daemon Prince, the two appearing as one.

"Hill Isco!"

Typhons whispered the names of the two Heralds of Slaanesh,
The Slaanesh demon Ciel Obscenity and the demon prince Isko are companions who serve the Lord of Thirst.
It is said that the demon Hill.Foultongue fell in love with the mortal Iskor, and the two became symbiotic entities, and together they received the gift of Slaanesh and became the sharp blades of the Lord of Thirst.

Axe, whip and butcher's sickle in Typhon's hand intertwined,

Relying on the experience accumulated over ten thousand years, Typhons fought against two demon vanguards at the same time.

"Why are you invading the Father's domain? What is the Lord of Thirst's purpose?!"

The roar came from the loudspeaker on Typhons. Typhons was the mouthpiece of Nurgle, and his voice carried the gift of a kind father.
Both Hill and Isco showed signs of illness on their bodies, and their movements were slightly slower.

"Of course, it is to satisfy my Lord's desire." Hill Isco chuckled.
Behind them, more Slaanesh demons poured out from the border,

Typhons's face was gloomy and ugly.

Although during the Great Crusade, Jaghatai Khan taunted Mortarion by saying that he was the true master of the Fourteenth Legion,
But there are very few Death Guards who actually follow Typhons.
Mortarion is the liberator of Barbarus no matter what. That pale figure can make 99% of the Barbarus-born Death Guard follow him to the end of the galaxy and time.

Most of the Death Guard around Typhons, even those he trained after the Heresy, were not only few in number but also relatively poor in quality.
There is no way to stop such a large-scale invasion of Slaanesh demons.
Watching his men die in the flames of Slaanesh's lust, Typhons gnashed his teeth, his heart bleeding.

He could only pray to his loving father, hoping that support would come faster.

Typhons glanced at the giant trees on the edge of the garden and gritted his teeth.
Under Hill Isco's confused gaze, Typhons dropped them, raised the Butcher's Scythe high in his hand, and chopped down at the giant mouth tree.

This is the fastest way that Typhon can think of to ask for help.
"Karas Typhon?!"

The roar of the gardener Slycox rang out from the depths of Nurgle's garden, and it directly called out Typhons's childhood name:
"How dare you cut down my tree?!"

Under Typhon's horrified and delighted gaze, the giant snail Maus instantly appeared on the battlefield.

Chief Gardener Slickox cut off the limbs and heads of seventy-seven Slaanesh demons in the blink of an eye, leaving only their torsos falling to the ground.
Then the scissors in its hand pointed at Typhons
"Hahahahaha!!!"

Xia Lashi. The Demon Disaster ran wildly in the woods of Nurgle Garden, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Its plans remain perfect, its actions remain graceful, and it will soon regain Slaanesh's favor.
Because of his poor performance in the last raid of the Six Rings of Slaanesh by the Emperor, Nurgle, Tzeentch and Khorne, Shalahi was hit on the head by the Iron General thrown by the Emperor with a hammer and slept through the entire war. Therefore, he was punished by Slaanesh and imprisoned in the most boring punishment palace, where he was neglected.

But Xia Laxi Demon Disaster is always good at seizing opportunities to regain favor. It has heard the whispers of the Lord of Thirst these days.
"Is this soup just for Nurgle, or are there other sisters too?"

"I really want to taste that pot of thick soup."

"You know I'm the best gourmet, but you're not willing to give me the soup?" "It's fine if you don't give it to me, but you're giving it to that fat green guy?"

Xia Laxi Mo Zai felt the Lord of Thirst's emotions,
The Lord of Thirst longed to have sex with the being named Zhou Yun, because he longed to devour everything of Him.
At the same time, as a pleasure-seeking Lord, Slaanesh always longs for food that can bring extreme stimulation. He longs to taste the pot of delicious thick soup.
In addition, there is the intense jealousy of the Lord of Hunger and Thirst, who does not allow others to have something that he does not have.

Xia Laxi Mozai knew that his chance had come. As long as he got the pot of thick soup cooked by Zhou Yun, he could regain the favor of the Lord of Thirst.
For this, Xarashi. The Devil's Disaster paid a heavy price, colluded with a group of Slaanesh demons, and launched a surprise attack on the Garden of Nurgle.

Of course, it didn't expect to actually invade the garden. It was hoping to hold back Typhons and the head gardener Slickox.
As for the rest, Korgath indulged himself in brewing his plague and rarely moved in the Garden of Nurgle.

Other great unclean beings, even Rain Father, are no match for it. If it is alone, even if it faces Xia Laxi, the demonic disaster can be solved quickly.

As for Mortarion, the gloomy and boring Primarch always stayed in the Plague Star to study his numerology and plan how to cause trouble for Guilliman, and rarely came to the Plague Gardens.

Xia Laxi Mozai soon saw the six giant trees that sealed Zhou Yun's soup.

There were originally seven pills, but the God of Plague drank one, so there are six left.
This just shows that there is a heart that will belong to the Lord of Hunger and Thirst!
Xia Laxi Mozai couldn't help but get excited, and stretched out his sharp blade to chop down the six giant trees.

"Shalaxi, the chief demon of Slaanesh. Demon Disaster."

A cold and dry voice sounded behind Xia Laxi Mozai, and the voice asked calmly:
"What are you trying to do here?"

"I want————hmm?" Xia Laxi Mozai turned his head with a confused look on his face and looked behind him.

Pale scales fell like rain, and gray moth wings spread out from under the corrupt sky, covering the earth like a dark cloud.

The cold eyes under the hood stared at Xia Laxi Mozai, and the scythe like the god of death hung low in the air, as if waiting to reap Xia Laxi Mozai's life.

"Don't want to tell me? No problem, numerology has shown me your purpose and your hidden secrets."

"Momo Mortarion" Xia Lashi Mozai was dumbfounded.

"waste!!!"

"They are all fucking trash!!!"

The angry sulfur fire roared in the blood god's domain,
He roared and slapped the brass throne, looking at the eighty-seven bloodthirsty demons that He had solidified from the waves of the warp.

Creating a demon is a complicated matter.

Khorne needs to give up a little of its own power, wrapping itself in the constantly surging tides of the warp, shaping a series of senses, existence, thoughts and purposes that fit its own, so that it has its own personality and consciousness that exists and acts in the warp, and is shaped into an independent existence.
This is the birth of a demon.
The amount of power Khorne gave up in this process could determine how many senses, thoughts, emotions, and purposes the demons he created contained. Generally speaking, the more demons he had, the stronger they were. The top ones were the great demons.

But the tides of the warp are unpredictable, and even the gods cannot clearly explain what emotions, thoughts, and purposes are contained in them.
Therefore, the creation of the Great Demon is often random, and even they are strong and weak. Only the Great Demon formed by the most outstanding emotions, thoughts and senses can be worthy of the title of Chief.

Before Skarbrand rebelled against the Blood God, he had been a tool that satisfied Khorne, but he betrayed in the end, and it was a ridiculous betrayal like a coward.

Angrath is okay. Although he was defeated by Lorgar, he is still at the level of the Chief Daemon after all. Khorne has always been very cautious when using him.

But Angras was gone! Angras disappeared inexplicably in this universe!

The Blood God had no choice but to continue trying to find a suitable new chief demon.
His luck seemed to have always been bad since he exiled Skarbrand. In the Blood God's domain, there were tens of millions of bloodthirsty demons that he had created over the years, but most of them were not very good.
Not to mention being able to serve as the chief demon, helping him bring enough killings, or even taking off the skull of the original body,

The Blood God had no choice but to continue trying to shape a new Great Demon, but after spending a lot of effort, Khorne still did not get what he was satisfied with.
Not to mention being able to rival Tzeentch's two-headed bird, there's not even anyone who can rival that little bitch, Xarashi.

After trying eighty-seven times, the Blood God finally decided to give up.
"Bring Skarbrand back to me!!!"

The roar resounded throughout the brass realm.

(End of this chapter)