40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 730 22. Catcher (eight, 7.5K, the limits of pain)

Ten thousand years later, how many people are there in the Third Army?

Before today, Fogrem can give an exact answer.

Five hundred and twenty -nine.

But now he dare not confirm.

He expected a long time that the disaster would inevitably lead to a very serious reduction in the legion. There is one of his sons and daughters, all of them who come forward in the face of disaster.

This may be because they have been taught so well, or maybe because they are bound by the so -called tradition of "must maintain the honor of the Third Army"

However, in any case, Phoenix understands that his legion will be hit hard in this war.

He didn't want to think about it, but he accepted it -as the son of Astart, as the son of the emperor, dying in such a war was their fate and what they pursued their lives.

He died of fighting and died to protect the non -incoming people. What else is more worthy of the final outcome of as a warrior?

Even if the Third Army was completely famed after today, he accepted it. Because this is the choice of his children, they use their own will to implement the name of the emperor's son.

But he would never accept the things in front of him.

"How, adults? Come on, come forward, end their pain." Taifengs stunned his sickle, gasped, and slowly whispered.

His voice echoed in the grotto, with heavy bacterial blankets and moss that grew up softly by the moss and pus and blood due to the infection. Those low stuffy hums born due to torture became more and more obvious.

The sword in the hands of Phoenix began to tremble -in front of his eyes, a thing that he didn't know how to describe his existence was slowly moving forward under the guidance of chaotic evil power and the action of bacterial blankets.

It is bloated and has a close appearance, but it is actually just a poor imitation of the real circle. It was just a large group that turned the son of the dead emperor to be distorted by external forces into a ball.

One ball, a torture, sowing plague, melting flesh and blood by some germs, and black bones. Survival must not seek the collection of emperors who cannot die.

Fogrem recognizes every of them -how could he recognize his son -in -law? The operating table that has never been anesthetized to the training ground, from the awarding ceremony to the independent side.

Every major moment in their lives has his participation. In other words, they actually participate in every day of him.

In a sense, they are the continuation of his life, his interpretation of the word "hope", and one of his relying on the dark future.

Now, they are this way.

"Forty -nine, a gift dedicated to the great grandfather." Taifengs continued to breathe and continued to tell that he would torture this to the end. "Your son -in -law is very tenacious. Fortunately, we always have some grace to share."

He moved forward slowly, took a few steps, stopped in front of the blasting deceased, and patted one of the emperor's cheeks with his left hand.

He immediately trembled, and suddenly experienced a spasm, his arms stuck in his brothers opened their chests, shaking uncontrollably, bringing up the dark blood that has gradually transformed into viscous.

He was very painful for this. I do n’t know if it was blood or tears flowing out of the turbid eyes, but this could not be exempted from Taifengs ’gear gifts.

A few seconds later, he opened his mouth and began to vomit — fragmented meat, bones, blood, internal organs -he spit everything out, but still did not die.

He has become an empty skin, wrapped in the fractal pottery steel, and connects with his brothers to experience this may be eternal torture together.

Phoenix stood tremblingly, and some unspeakable sounds came behind the helmet. He could feel that those bacteria blankets, the cave, returned two of his children's pain, like the echo wall, reaching his ears, making him completely affected.

Stakabra Sabers watched this scene fascinated -it was not just the superb skills of the Taifengs sowing plague, but also the strong ascension and Fergorim at this time. mood.

It bumped horizontally in this cave and was wrapped, absorbed, and released by the ubiquitous blanket, and it could fully perceive the details. As a big person, as an outstanding plague, how can it not pay attention to these extremely important details?

Pain, remorse, anger, numbness, especially love the last one, this balance between life and death is extremely charming, balanced with each other, and transforming each other, everything is difficult to escape the laws.

Just like the loving grandfather taught it in person: You must not let those weak souls face decaying and withered, you must let them die first, and then make them born. The cycle recovers until they surpass the line of life and death, and they are immortal.

It came to the other end of the ball with a smile, and planned to take out a little bit of its own small collection, but it did not do it directly.

The reason is very simple, it respects Taifengs.

The latter has been deeply cultivated in the material world for many years, and has long proved his ability with the world and soul captured by dirt. Moreover, he is also a very good plague cultivator.

Skabra Sabers is different from its other similar. It will not have any dissatisfaction with those good futures, unless they are jealous and hostile to it first.

It has a tolerant heart, thinking that the loving father's love should let everyone bathe together -from this point of view, it may also explain why it stands in the garden and endlessly endless years.

Those who are unable to come and go, and Scarbarazak is eternal, its existence proves the persistence of grandfather's love and friendship

It looked at Taifengs, the latter nodded slightly, so it smiled slightly.

In the next second, one of the forty -nine were pulled out by it, with a loud and sullen crushing sound, and the emperor was held in his hand.

It carefully looked at the poor existence of the death in front of him, put down the big knife, and gently touched his exposed spine and rib plate with his right hand index. But it obviously did not expect that such a soft touch would make those bones shatter.

The big person was very embarrassed to glance at Taefengus again, then opened his mouth, exhaled a gloomy green, and shrouded him the emperor.

When the smoke spread, the emperor had become another appearance. His armor has shrunk, and he is embedded into a swollen body like a slate, and it is some weird black under it.

His eyeballs have become empty and potholes, and mold and parasites swim in it, but he still keeps his vision -in the hands of unruly people, he is extremely painful in the hands of this shrinking gesture side. Body.

He was unwilling to let the original body see his face, and did not want to let his father recognize who he was through that faced face.

Real tears rolled down from the tadar glands that are still intact, and those who were unruly looked at him sadly and suffered the same vitality for his tenacious vitality. Essence

It turned around and put the emperor back with the dexterity of the word that is completely opposite to the words of awkwardness. He also deliberately let his face facing inside, so as not to be violated by his will.

"As I said, your son -in -law is very tenacious." Taifengs's voice gradually became affirmative. "Each of them is an excellent plague to cultivate soil."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fergrem made a broken roar -or screaming -turns into a lightning, rushing straight towards Taifengs and Scarbaracks.

His caution disappeared, and he replaced it madly, which was exactly the same as Taifengs' expectations.

He knows what Foggrem and his legion have encountered in the Grand Expedition, so he knew early in the morning that no matter how powerful the Whemes were, it was never possible to continue to embrace rationality in this case.

He watched Fogrem on his own eyebrows on the bacterial blanket.

An expression that is difficult to call a smile is slowly blooming in the operation of the face muscles that are already sticking to the helmet, such as the flowers that are still open but still open.

In short, Phoenix embarked on the fungal blanket.

"Come on." Taifeng said softly.

Numerous dirt poured out from the fungus blanket, giggling with a contradictory expression of vicious and innocent coexistence.

They have been waiting for a long time in this thick jungle. Fergorim's caution is correct, but he has now completely left it, so these obese devils immediately caught him.

They jumped on his legs, hugged his ankles, hugged his arm, bit with his teeth, hit it with that funny fist, hit the armor with the tip of the forehead, and the pseudo -body was used to make the Phoenix take the Phoenix. It can't be moved in two seconds.

They shouted the names of Scarbara Sax in joy and smile.

The big person also responded with a happy smile, and the big knife had been held in his hand.

It rushed to the unbearable Phoenix, picked a chop to fly, and then added a heavy split to pour Foggrem into the depths of the fungus blanket from a more than ten meters of air.

This heavy dirt did not reduce the impact force. The Phoenix could not even move for a while. He was trapped into a deep pit created by the weird power of the large unsatisfactory person.

And the monster didn't just let him go.

It rushed over with a smile, praised the spirit of the dirt, and picked up Foggrem with one hand and threw it out, and then rushed again.

The big knife was held in the hands of obesity with a weird and funny attitude. The long -blunt knife tip really penetrated the Phoenix's chest after half a second, and nailed him to the rock wall.

The boiling blood split out of the connection between the wound and the helmet and the power armor, and the situation was instantly reversed.

Taisfei stepped forward, and his injuries would take some time to recover.

This injury was not just caused by Foggrem. He was summoned from the material world to the garden in the short term, and was sent from the garden to the material world from the garden. There is no time to resist the effect of the curtain.

However, it is worth it.

"How, Taefengs?" Scarbara Sax looked at him happily, and blown up her whistle. "I said, we will cooperate happily, right?"

"Of course, adult." Taifengs bowed towards it. "After that, I think your ranking will rise to the first place."

The big person laughed and waved his hand, throwing a piece of carrion that belonged to it very gentle, and fed the dirt to the group that had just tied to Fergorim for two seconds.

"Hi, that ranking is not important at all. Grandfather sets it just to let us find something to do for ourselves in a long life -otherwise it will shrink in the garden like some people. Speaking of which, what about the abominable gardener?

Taifengs looked at the deep part of the cave, blew the breeze, he nodded, and turned around and said, "Lord Slimsks quickly arrived, but I think we can start preparing."

"You go, Taefengs, this is what you deserve, your plan is completely effective."

Skabra Sazham answered this way, and then turned around immediately, and teased the group of dirt, and the laughter was high and low, and there was no interruption.

Taifengs bowed to it again, and then carried the sickle, slowly came to the phoenix near the rock wall. Just a gaze, he could see how miserable Fogrem's situation was at this moment.

In the previous battle, one of the important reasons that he could confront Skabratecs was that he had not been hindered, and he could give full play to his swordsmanship to avoid strengths. Falling on the blanket on the noodles.

However, after that war, he finally returned to the body. This means that as long as Fogrem is hit by a large person, its advantage will be disappeared instantly.

You know, at this moment, the power of the thumb is full of dirt, and the concentration in the underground cave is even more appalling. The current world is likely to be its most powerful one.

However, at this moment, Typhon found that Fogrem was still holding the giant sword.

A flesh -and -blood body in the area was hit twice by the front of such power, and there was even more power to stuck the sword in the broken hand bone?

It's a pity.

Outside of the attack scope of the giant sword, looking at the noble genetic original body, he slowly shook his head.

"Adults." Taifeng said without respect, deliberately used the name. "I think you have lost."

The person who was asked silently, the heavy breathing sound came from behind the helmet, but it was not smooth, as if he was stuck in blood.

"However, I believe you are not unfamiliar with the word failure." Taifengs made a laugh. "I'm right, adults? Do you remember your sons and daughters? I mean, those who once fighting each other for you and killing each other for you."

The Phoenix stared at him coldly, through the cracking goggles, his gaze was abnormal.

"Are you calling for revenge again?" Taifengs asked again. "Ah, I think you are doing this, but it's a pity that you will no longer have the opportunity to cover the world, and the deity is leading his army to attack the garden. He has no time to waste it. You. "

He laughed again, this laughter was loud, full of maliciousness.

He turned and came to the ball of flesh and blood composed of the emperors, and began to sow the plague one by one after another. The sound of flesh and blood was endless, and it couldn't scream from the other.

Soon, he planted a special plague in each of these forty -nine people.

It will corrode their flesh and souls, and then transform them to make the strongest emotions -that is, the overwhelming despair coming out, drawing all other things, and turning this despair to more pure.

Taifengs couldn't help but feel somewhat emotion. He knew that the loving father had great energy for this. After the kind old man summoned him to enter the garden, he understood many things before his hut

He needs a new messenger to broadcast an unprecedented great plague in Galaxy, which will make His power reach its peak. For nothing else, just because the reincarnation has arrived.

He waited patiently and layout for thousands of years, willing to let go, so that the great plague, which was once everywhere, declined like a tide, just for this moment -the moment of the human empire from decline to prosperity.

The master of the change was thrown off his vital authority in thousands of years ago. Since then, the empire has been slowly restoring his vitality. To this day, they are even re -developed by technology.

He is the god of despair, the master of stagnation and decay. He will reverse all of this and let the empire's hope and the illusion of the corpse emperor completely broken.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Tayengus deeply and deeply exhaled a sip of the stinky air, patted the son of the emperors who had already trapped in a coma, turned around, and finally glanced at Foggrem.

"You know how worked hard for your grandfather for your grandfather?" He whispered. "He is even willing to pay a huge price to make the situation of your legion stagnate."

"Strive, decaying, and unable to replenish the number of people. He wanted you to point you a relatively peaceful path for you, but you found the evil god -so you are looking for it. Graim, you deserve to sink, but it doesn't matter. "

He smiled again and raised his hand to the deepest road to the cave when he came to them. There, a strange snail riding a certain kind of many feet is slowly coming.

It is dark green, and the common decay of dirt and demons seems to have no effect on their faces. The skeletal shape and monotonous muscles under the eyes jointly create this extremely boring and serious face.

As soon as it, he waved his pruning and walked towards the fleshy ball beside Taifengs.

"Gow!" It shouted. "The flower of despair must be planted at the fastest speed, otherwise it will wither in advance!"

Taifengs opened the road for this old -fashioned gardener that had no humor, turned around and walked to Skabra Sax.

Those who were unable to look down at him, suddenly asked, "Do you also think this guy is strange?"

"Lord Slims, duty."

The devil snorted, not very satisfied with a dirt spirit that drilled into its neck, threw it into the stomach, rewarded its intestinal speed slip, and then fell into silence.

Obviously, even if it is such an old and favored person who has been favored for many years, he is unwilling to disturb it when he is working in the chief of dirty Ding Selimks.

In front of Fergorim, the gardener started its work. It first awakened the emperors who were forced to coma, and then cut off their limbs directly, accurate and fast.

The emperor screamed silently. He had no organs that could make a sound, but he had to scream. He had to have a way to release the pain at this moment.

And he is not unique, all the emperors who have been touched by Slims have the same symptoms, but only a few of them can be lucky to make sounds.

Seeing this scene, Tayethe was suddenly stunned, even for his bloated shape, this attitude was very obvious. The same is true of the unclear people standing on the side of him, and the ugly face was so humanely poured out a bit incredible.

"That's —?!" It lowered his voice and yelled in shock. "Father, did I read it wrong?!"

"I'm afraid you read it wrong," Taefeng answered whispered.

Stories about Slims and its branches are very popular in the garden. Each dirt knows how it trims those plants exclusive to the loving father. But its pruning does not have this ability, which makes people feel the purest and desperate ability.

Taifengs trembled and confirmed -it was a pruning and pruning that dirt he had used.

Once again, he has a new understanding of the emphasis on dirt on this sacrifice.

No wonder the loving Father is willing to pay the price herself to send these famous demon to Chemos one by one. No wonder He said he will direct the creators in the garden to deal with those invaders. There is no one mistake.

Taifeng lowered his head in awe and shocked, expressing his respect to the pruning pruning.

A few minutes later, the gardener ended its work. The fleshy ball has disappeared, and the ground is full of black black.

They used to be the limbs and trunk of the emperors, and now they have become like this. Their skulls were wielded by the gardener at an extraordinary speed and crushed the branches and cut one by one, and then crushed into a kind of gray -pale color ashes.

It held them in their hands, jumped off their mounts, and slowly walked towards Fogrem, who was still unable to move on the wall.

He seemed to be more sorrowful than his heart, and he was in a downright despair -and it was true.

There will be no fakes in this matter, whether it is the gardener himself, the big person, or Taifengs, they can perceive this through the echo of the cave and the feedback from the moss around

Therefore, the gardener has no alertness to the original body still holding a weapon. It just approaches him and stabs those ashes with its slender fingers into the wounds on Foggrem's chest armor.

The situation is indeed as expected, and there is no change in it. Fergorim has no resistance at all. Like a numb zombie, leaning his head on the rock wall, letting it complete the matter steadily.

The gardener nodded with satisfaction, and immediately began to prepare for the power of calling for dirt. It should make the despair flower bloom as soon as possible, the sooner the better, so that things can turn things into a foregone conclusion.

It bent down, sitting under Fergrem like an old farmer, cut the branches on the knee, closed his eyes, and began to recite a poem to chant the dirt in a language that could not be described.

Taefengs and Scarbara Saxi closed their eyes, joined the gardener, and began to recite.

Because of this, they missed something vital.

"boom--!"

The thunderous sound rose in the cave.

Taifeng opened his eyes incredible. What did he see?

Ordinary Phoenix, or the group of devils that come out of the nest appeared here?

No, not. He saw the thin body of Garden Ding Slims and the pruning pruning by a huge, dark sword from top to bottom, and simply divided into two scenes.

This sword was stuck in his hands by Fergorim with a completely broken hand bone, which was weak and harmless, but it is now using an unspeakable power to bloom unparalleled.

Or, to be furious.

"No!"

Skabra Sazhar made a sorrowful shout, it wasn't how uncomfortable it was to die of the gardener, but it was unable to accept this perfect plan at the most important juncture.

how so? How could this be like this? It screamed angrily, jumped in place, and the dirty spirit, who was very happy a few minutes ago, hid in its body in fear, lest it affected.

"Crossing-"

Like metal rubbing against metal, a hand grasped the rusty broadsword of Scarbellax and slowly pulled it out, more blood gushed out from the horrible wound that was almost a huge hole in the chest.

But the owner of this blood stood firm on his own.

He pulled off his helmet with one hand, and did not throw it, but gently hung it on his belt. The face exposed did not have a crazy smile, nor did it have the calmness caused by reaching the limit of rage.

It was an abyss, and any emotion was lost in it, leaving no trace.

Chemos's phoenix began to run, dragging the sword with one hand, as fast as a bloody purple shadow.

He was seriously injured, and he was still in despair. The cave transmitted all of this back to Typhons and Scarbellax in full and without omission, but it also covered it with another thing and transmitted it into their hearts.

Its name is fear.

The third second after landing, the phoenix arrived in front of the Great Unclean One. The blade buried deep in the fungus and stone was handed out by him, cutting into the fat flesh, like cutting into the undulating waves.

The Great Unclean One began to counterattack belatedly, and its counterattack began with a roar and a swing of its right fist, and ended with a blue sword light that was as bright as the limit.

The darkness in the cave disappeared completely, and Phoenix kept swinging the sword, swinging the sword, and swinging the sword until Skabelathax was completely turned into a pile of steaming rotten meat.

How fast was he? No one knew. How angry was he? Typhons beside him knew it clearly.

The cave still faithfully performed the role it was created for. It allowed Typhons to carefully experience every emotion that Phoenix had at the moment. Like peeling off a cocoon, he reached the depths of Fulgrim's heart at the junction of life and death.

He saw forty-nine children of the Emperor, or rather, saw their despair, regret, pain, and -

hope.

He heard a sentence from the forty-nine children of the Emperor who had been suffering all the time but had not uttered a word, and only screamed at the most extreme point.

"Please save everything, father."

This sentence had been buried deep in their hearts since they were fused into a ball of flesh and blood by the evil magic, and had never been uttered for a moment. Even if they fell into a coma due to excessive pain, this sentence had never been expressed or spoken before they found an opportunity.

They hid it so deeply and so well that Typhons and the others had no chance to notice it before.

Typhons felt extremely confused-how could this be? How could they do such a thing? They couldn't have the strength to resist in that situation.

"Oh, they did." Phoenix said hoarsely. "They are the Emperor's children."

A flash of light representing destruction flashed before Typhons' eyes. Before he could react, he felt a sense of emptiness in his waist.

The blessing of Nurgle began to leave quickly, and incomparable pain rushed into his corrupt body. He screamed more miserably than ever before. Looking down, he only saw his lower body lying on the ground.

The phoenix reached out and grabbed his horn, dragging him into the deepest part of the cave as if dragging garbage.

"There are two more." He took the time to say to Typhons, his voice still calm. "Stay alive for now, traitor, let me kill them for you to see."

Amid the blood, he slowly smiled.