Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

"who are you?"

Feeling the tremendous force, Typhon was also surprised.

There weren't many Space Marines who could stand up to him, considering he'd received a massive amount of blessings. He was now stronger than ever, yet he was being sent flying like this. And the sword in that man's hand gave him a horrifying feeling.

"Old Wolf..."

At that moment, the Blood Dreadnought finally arrived at the front lines with the Weepers, filling the gap left by the Wolf Dreadnought. The Weepers also immediately filled in. Firstly, they had gained Primaris. Secondly, and most importantly, they had been able to avoid annihilation so many times. Their inherent strength was definitely not weak, but they were often hindered by their utterly crappy equipment.

Now with the new equipment and support of Primaris, the gap here has been quickly filled.

"I'm fine, but I'm afraid I can't continue to atone for my sins..."

Looking at the Blood Angel's Dreadnought who was walking over, the Space Wolves' Dreadnought also spoke slowly.

"Wake up, old wolf. Do you remember what you said to me? We agreed to go together to taste the mead of Fenris and see the changes in Fenris."

At this time, Saint Blood Fearless also spoke slowly. Seeing this scene, the group of wolf cubs were about to cry.

Elder Bjorn would be happy to know that he still has a brother alive. He has been alone for too long, and now even waking him up is difficult.

"Of course I remember. It was you who put me...into the Dreadnought and secretly drank the last of my...mead."

"But you beat me so badly back then. You used me to break the monastery's pillars. The entire chapter monastery was in an uproar that day. In the end, the farce was finally calmed down after the chapter master deleted the video footage. Old Wolf, get up."

"Hahaha, just seeing you being put into the Dreadnought... I'm satisfied too. You and I are both guilty. If it weren't for the Captain..."

At this point, Fearless of the Wolf Group seemed to recall something, and at this moment he uttered a sigh of emotion:

"I really want to... I really want to see the icy blue sky of Fenris again, I really want to... taste that delicious mead again... I really want to feel that cold wind again..."

The world became quiet.

"Senior citizens!!!"

Seeing this, a group of Space Wolves immediately pounced on him, especially Volvo, who was so anxious that he was about to cry. If something happened to him, Volvo would definitely fight these Nurgle demons at the risk of his life.

If something happens to the elders, they will no longer have the face to live in this world.

"Get lost! I'm not dead yet. Stop fussing and just chop him up!"

"..."

The air was quiet for a moment, and the wolf cub's expression froze on his face.

Zhou Ye finally couldn't help it and silently covered his face, but the corners of his mouth were as uncontrollable as AK.

He actually knew that the creature itself was fine, he just wanted to see what these two people could come up with.

"This is also part of the plan..."

Regarding this situation, Zhou Ye could only mutter in his heart. It was obvious that these guys were more or less influenced by him. Zhou Ye also said silently. It was obvious that these little guys were more or less influenced by him. After all, he used his authority to pull them out of the subspace.

I modified them and added ingredients to them. After all, the subspace was in this state, and the seeds would also be affected.

Sure enough, it was obvious that someone was broken by this scene...

"This is impossible, this is impossible, how can you cleanse the grace of the loving father."

Typhons looked at the brimming Dreadnought, his expression finally frozen. He had already used the Divine Plague to corrode the Dreadnought, and even if it hadn't yet reached its core, this was more than enough time to destroy the Dreadnought's already battered body. He hadn't taken action, intending to strike these people with the death of an ancient Dreadnought.

He had already recognized that the person inside this Dreadnought was the Valajir Wolf Guard who had served Horus. That guy should have died in the bombing of Isstvan III, but he had unexpectedly survived and entered the Dreadnought.

If that's the case, then it's even better. The death of the ten thousand year old veteran is enough to make these people lose their minds and do irrational things.

But now... he has a feeling that the clown is actually me.

Now that this is the case, it can only mean one thing.

The person before him… had dealt with the plague. Remember, this was a divine plague personally concocted by Nurgle. While it wasn't invincible, it had only been a short time, less than a second.

"..."

Zhou Ye didn't say anything more about this, but walked over step by step. However, facing this figure that was shorter than himself, Taifeng Si didn't know why he felt a fear from the bottom of his heart.

The body unconsciously took a step back, and then...

"My child, what are you afraid of?"

At this moment, the father's whispers rang in his ears, which made Typhon tremble. Then he immediately came to his senses. Fortunately, he was Nurgle and not Khorne, otherwise he would have lost the Blood God's sight in an instant.

“My loving father, you must be encouraging me!!!”

At this moment, Typhons took a deep breath, then held the scythe in his hand and looked at Zhou Ye. What he didn't know was that Nurgle's question was just a question. He was not Khorne, and he would not fly into a rage just because his followers showed fear.

What puzzled him was what Typhon was doing. He saw nothing, and it seemed as if Typhon was just retreating towards the air.

Then everything in front of him disappeared, and a howling sounded in Nurgle's ears.

"Tzeentch!!!"

At this moment, Nurgle's angry voice rang out. He had sensed something was amiss from the beginning. The artifact he had prepared should have been able to release Mortarion long ago, but now it was sluggish.

It was obvious that someone had been interfering with his rituals. That existence was naturally his mortal enemy, the blue-feathered bird that had given up eternal stability.

This guy was like a thorn in his side, always ruining his good things. But unfortunately, this was now his home ground, the starting point of his natural disaster.

This will be his starting point to become the strongest evil god in one fell swoop.

Meanwhile, the material world.

"I don't care who you are. The era of the Primarch is over. Those who undermine the Father's work will lose everything."

Typhons no longer cared about that. With the appearance of the Great Unclean One, the strength of the Nurgle army had increased again. They could now rely on their numerical advantage to bring the Imperial forces to a standstill, and he wanted to defeat their leader.

"..."

But it was obvious that Zhou Ye ignored him and just looked at him calmly.

Then, for some reason, Typhons sensed a strange feeling. He actually sensed...appetite from the other person's body.

It was the feeling of a wild beast sizing up its perfect prey, and it gave Typhon a creepy feeling.

No, you don't have to be so perverted, and don't be so hungry and eat anything.

This was Typhon's only feeling at the moment. He wondered if the can in front of him had a serious disease. Not to mention other cans, even the original bodies felt like avoiding them.

Then there is anger, which is too much of a disdain for oneself...

“Feel the power and wrath of the loving Father!!!”

It quickly turned to anger, and then spiritual energy erupted. The spiritual energy, mixed with plague, attacked the can in front of him, and then...

"Kougua, kind father, save me!!!"

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Chapter 58 Mortarion: Are you Alpha? Zhou Ye: I am your father.

Faced with this big can that came out of nowhere, Taifons rushed up without hesitation.

Then, something terrifying happened: the plague bestowed upon him by Nurgle vanished in an instant. His powerful attack was easily intercepted by the other party.

At this moment, Typhons felt that what he bumped into was not a Space Marine at all, but... a towering mountain.

When he was weak, in the settlement at the foot of Mount Barbarus, looking up at the mountains where the overlords lived, he finally felt that long-lost feeling of... powerlessness.

jingle.

The next moment, collision sounds continued to ring out.

Typhons simply felt that the opponent did not have any fancy moves at all, all of them were simple and pure basic attacks, and each attack was powerful and heavy.

Each attack was leisurely and easy, which made Typhon feel a genuine fear, just like when the furious Mortarion entered Nurgle's domain ten thousand years ago and easily killed him.

What made him even more terrified was that every time the big sword hit him, it would take away a part of his divine plague.

What kind of sword is this?

……

"Cool!!!"

At this moment, Zhou Ye felt very happy because this sword was specially made for himself.

Naming about:

The Holy Judge of Heavenly Fire devours demons.

The inspiration for the creation came from Guilliman's Emperor's Sword, and Zhou Ye was not in a good position to directly summon the converter on the battlefield and stuff people in. After all, that would be too shocking. In fact, Zhou Ye was afraid that he would be targeted by the entire warp.

After all, the Emperor was tricked into the Golden Throne by the Four Hucksters, and even though Zhou Ye himself wasn't into any bullshit Webway stuff, his star tracks were at best contaminated, and he couldn't produce anything like the "Popeye" stuff.

But if I were really targeted by four people at the same time, I would be in big trouble.

So in order to conceal his tracks, Zhou Ye chose to forge this greatsword.

It is essentially a converter that has been weakened and modified by itself. Every time it hits something in the subspace, it will deprive it of a portion of its essence or energy. Of course, the efficiency is definitely not as good as directly stuffing it into the converter.

But the problem is that this is more concealed, and when necessary, you can cover it with a layer of yellow leather. Furthermore, the converter is very fragile and cannot be directly placed with powerful living creatures. Last time, I threw Nurgle zombies and Nurglings directly in. The resistance of these two creatures is limited and cannot damage my converter.

But if it's a Great Unclean One, a Demon Prince, or something like Typhon, they would probably be able to dismantle the converter.

This is fine, after all, it's still a weapon. The converter is just a bonus, and I can equip some weakened versions of it to my own regiment later.

After all, this thing is a holy relic or artifact in Warhammer, and it must be in one's own hands. Without the support of one's own power, this thing is just a fine workmanship. Although it is not bad, it is just so-so.

So in his eyes, Typhons at this moment...

This pig is simply an energy pack. Such a perfect pig must be slaughtered slowly.

It would be such a pity to just chop him off with one knife. The best way is to skin him and remove his tendons bit by bit.

After all, there is no need to talk about morality and justice when dealing with the chaotic bastards. Just do it and it's done.

Now that he has unlocked the authority of the End, Typhons is no less powerful, but every attack he makes is almost like slow motion before his eyes, and the concentration of the subspace on his body is not enough to interfere with his authority.

and so……

At this moment, Typhons felt as if he were facing a god. All the divine plagues and spiritual energies were ineffective the moment they came into contact with him. The former was directly killed by the withering, while the latter was combined with the imaginary energy in Zhou Ye.

There is basically no big difference between imaginary numbers and psychic energy itself, but the amount of imaginary energy in Zhou Ye's body is huge, and now it is constantly recovering rapidly from the subspace thing on the Depriver Typhons.

Although the efficiency was far inferior to directly stuffing it into the converter, Typhons, as the chosen champion, had far more Warp stuff on him than a bunch of demons, at least more than the nameless demon sprinkling water.

After all, the gap between the upper and lower limits of the Daedric Princes is too great. When Guilliman returned to Terra, he directly strangled several Daedric Princes of Khorne, while Kabanha was able to injure Sanguinius, although he was quickly crushed by Sanguinius.

But that's a story for later. Although Zhou Ye originally wanted to show off to the Great Unclean One, since you, Typhon, are here, there's nothing more to say.

"and many more……"

After Zhou Ye cut a huge wound on his body again and the wound healed quickly, Typhons finally realized that the subspace matter in his body was being consumed.

This kind of consumption is not simply caused by injury, but another situation... that is, when it is burned by the power of the pseudo-emperor, this sword is a divine weapon.

Typhon trembled at the thought of a divine weapon capable of damaging the very essence of his being. Furthermore, this person was even more cunning, having concealed that power so deeply that he only realized it after sustaining such severe injuries.

Of course, this is nothing, but what makes him feel a little bit scared is.

"Death, you are the child of a loving father, why are you obsessed with the power of the false emperor!!!"

At this time, Typhon finally discovered something, that is, his attacks were offset by a special power in Zhou Ye. At this time, Typhon finally realized what kind of power it was, death, the purest death.

The Father's divine plague itself was a manifestation of life, now shrouded in the purest form of decay. All plagues and all life would eventually vanish into nothingness. This was the power of concepts.

But just having the concept is useless, we also need to consider its magnitude.

"what?"

Zhou Ye, who was enjoying his chopping, was stunned when he heard this. What was this guy talking about? What the hell was Nurgle's child? He wasn't a Nurgling. He had nothing to do with him. And more importantly...

The Emperor's appearance is not much more beautiful than you bunch of plague pigs, although apart from all distractions. In the world of Warhammer 40K, if you cast Chaos, casting Nurgle is the most cost-effective.

But Zhou Ye is not interested in this thing. He is equally and selflessly disgusted by all chaos.

"joke."

Zhou Ye also said this lightly, but since the other party had already said it, he didn't need to hide it or finally led him to say this, so almost the next moment...

boom.

The blazing golden flame burned on the big sword, and then Zhou Ye slashed it down fiercely with the sword.

A mighty fire erupted at this moment, and the blazing flames directly swept across the entire battlefield. Countless Nurgle zombies and a group of Nurgle demons were instantly reduced to ashes.

"It's such a shame. This AOE attack is certainly cool, but only a small portion of the energy burned by the flames can be recovered. It's a bit of a waste... By the way, is this thing even worth my imagination?"