At this moment, everyone had just escaped the chaos of the arena and were planning to head to the Imperial Fleet's landing zone. However, Commorragh had already become a hellish battlefield, with the Victor Faction, Malys Faction, Aeldari pirates, Chaos Forces, and Imperial Army engaged in brutal slaughter in the streets.
Obsidian-like high-rises collapsed in explosions, and blood-stained ruins blazed in flames, as the entire dark city seemed to be on the verge of destruction.
Just as Li Feng and the others were passing through a narrow alley, a strong stench of decay assailed them, accompanied by a low roar. Hulking Chaos Space Marines slowly emerged from the shadows of the alley, their power armour covered in putrid flesh and pus, emitting a pungent odor, and wielding a rusty yet incredibly dangerous giant scythe.
"Typhus," the Khan narrowed his eyes, recognizing the enemy whose figure was like the embodiment of disaster.
This First Captain of the Death Guard had long been blessed by Nurgle; his body had become as indestructible as steel, and his rotten exterior contained terrifying power.
Typhus slowly raised his scythe, his corrupted voice echoing like thunder through the streets: "Do you think you can escape from Commorragh? Foolish Imperial servants, Nurgle's blessings will consume all... especially you dogs of the Corpse Emperor!"
"Disgusting thing," Lelith snorted disdainfully, her dagger glinting with dangerous cold light. She looked at the Khan, raising an eyebrow and saying, "How about we two handle this guy?"
The Khan glanced at her, a helpless smile playing on his lips: "Don't regret it."
The crescent scimitar in his hand rang out clearly, silver light rippling like water, showcasing the Primarch's fighting spirit.
"Russ, take them and go first!" the Khan shouted back.
"Are you sure?" Russ asked, while holding his power axe to cut down several pursuing Chaos Warriors and carrying Magnus on his back, "Are you two going to fight or show affection? If it's the latter, I don't want to be a third wheel."
Magnus: "You dog, tell me, do we all have to intermarry with the Aeldari... Can I choose Lady Malys? She's quite knowledgeable."
"Get lost!" the Khan roared, simultaneously parrying a flying corruption projectile with his blade.
Russ and Magnus shrugged, shouting to Li Feng: "Let's go, we'll wait for good news from them."
Li Feng shrugged, waving to the others: "Keep up, don't waste time. Don't worry, the Khan is capable, they won't be left behind."
Everyone quickly retreated, while the Khan and Lelith met Typhus head-on. The air in the alley seemed to freeze for a moment, then ignited with violent impacts and sparks.
Mortarion, a Primarch, was adopted by xenos in his youth, and Typhus was the first normal human Mortarion met after growing up. It was Typhus who encouraged the young Primarch, making him determined to rebel against his xenos adoptive Father Nurgle / Nurgle, the Overlord Nekare, and the two forged a close brotherhood during the war against the Overlord.
In the early Great Crusade, Typhus was the Primarch's most trusted adjutant and served as the First Company Captain of the Legion. And because old Mortarion still opposed the use of psychic powers, Typhus would secretly contact Legion Warriors who showed psychic potential, helping them control and hide their abilities.
But paper cannot cover fire, and Typhus later made a new friend in the Seventeenth Legion—the Word Bearers... an honest man named Erebus, who told him the truth about psychic powers: "Brother, have you heard of the Warp?"
Typhus finally understood the essential connection between the Warp, Chaos, and psychic powers. He didn't need Erebus to say anything more; he actively sold his soul to Nurgle.
After joining Chaos, Typhus immediately operated behind the scenes to instigate Mortarion against the rebellion. After participating in the ambush of the Loyalists on Isstvan III, Typhus privately took a large chunk of the Death Guard Legion fleet and left home, wandering around the The Galaxy / Milky Way to spread Nurgle's blessings, completely disregarding old Mortarion.
It wasn't until before the Siege of Terra that Typhus, guided by Erebus, returned to the Death Guard Legion, planning to make Mortarion accept his fate.
Just as the entire Death Guard army warped into the Warp to head for Terra, Typhus first fabricated evidence to accuse all the fleet's navigators of being loyalist spies, then took it upon himself to quickly execute them all.
When an enraged Mortarion asked him where to go now, Typhus revealed that he could use his psychic powers to guide everyone to Terra, but he actually led the entire fleet into Nurgle's hands.
By the time Mortarion finally couldn't bear it and moved to kill him, Typhus had become the host of the Destroyer Hive. His armour no longer contained flesh and blood, but a nest of various flies and venomous insects; countless flying insects and maggots filled his body, making him difficult to kill.
Finally, after witnessing his sons suffer endless torment, Mortarion succumbed. He accepted Father Nurgle / Nurgle's blessing and turned the entire Legion into a pile of rot, collapsing at Nurgle's doorstep.
At this time, Typhus came to Commorragh because of Father Nurgle / Nurgle Nurgle's direct command: "Stop the 'outsider' from obtaining the panacea STC."
And Typhus, as the admiral of the Plague Fleet, knew that the Chagatai and Lelith before him were not just a Primarch and an arena queen; these two had done many things in Commorragh and the Webway over the past ten thousand years... Typhus looked at the "husband-and-wife mixed doubles" lineup opposite him, naturally knowing what they had done in the past ten thousand years, so he directly opened their box... "Could it be that you two are the 'Divine Eagle Couple,' known as the male and female heroes who have been striking down pirates and villains throughout the The Galaxy / Milky Way and the Webway for ten thousand years..."
Khan: "Yang Guo..."
Lelith: "Little Dragon Girl."
Typhus strode forward, swinging the giant scythe to unleash a rotten green light, carrying a thick Nurgle plague directly at the two.
Lelith's figure flickered, as if disappearing into thin air, her dagger glowing with blue psychic energy as it stabbed towards Typhus's joints.
Typhus roared, his giant scythe sweeping violently, forcing Lelith to retreat, but by then the Khan had already charged forward. His speed was like lightning, his blade cutting silver arcs in the air, precisely striking Typhus's shoulder plate.
The corrupted power armour was cut open, oozing a foul pus and countless maggots.
"You fatso are nothing special," the Khan sneered, his scimitar flipping in his hand, preparing for the next attack.
Typhus chuckled deeply, his voice like chewing rotten flesh: "Do you think I'm someone like Mortarion who would be provoked by your taunts?"
With that, he raised his scythe and swung it down violently, trying to cleave the Khan in two. The Khan immediately dodged, then replied:
"Hard to say."
Lelith, quick-witted, seized the opportunity to get behind Typhus, her dagger precisely piercing a gap in his power armour and twisting fiercely. Typhus roared in anger, elbowing Lelith behind him, forcing her back.
"Don't mess around!" the Khan scolded, as his blade struck towards Typhus's head like thunder.
"Mess around? You should thank me," Lelith wiped a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth, a playful smirk appearing, "I'm saving your life, Little Wild Horse."
Although Typhus's attacks were powerful, facing two perfectly coordinated opponents, his flaws gradually became apparent. The Khan and Lelith dodged while looking for opportunities, their weapons leaving wounds on Typhus's body again and again.
The corrupted power armour began to crack, and Nurgle's plague glow gradually dimmed.
Finally, in a perfect combination, Lelith's dagger pierced Typhus's knee joint, causing him to lose his balance. The Khan seized the opportunity, his scimitar chopping down from above, directly splitting Typhus's head and his rotten helmet in two.
Typhus's corpse crashed to the ground, the splattered pus corroding a charred mark on the ground.
The Khan stood with his blade sheathed, letting out a soft breath: "He'll come back to life. Let's go first, there's no need to waste time here."
The two quickly turned and rejoined the group. In the distant sky, the Imperial Fleet's landing craft were slowly approaching, and the entire Commorragh, under the baptism of blood and fire, was rapidly facing collapse.
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