Those Space Marines in red armor.

Dracasi is a mortal military general born in the arena.

Their deaths were horrific, and their corpses were covered with all sorts of disgusting things like sarcomas and whiskers that looked like the Nurgle plague.

Upondrak grew angry, glaring at the Death Shrouds.

The Death Shrouds also raised their scythes and the Book of Calamity.

Upondrak realized that whatever the purpose of these plague lackeys in coming to the teleportation technology lab, they were not there to help Fabius.

The elite forces of Drakasi are pouring out of the portals in the deepest part of the lab, which will soon become an important centerpiece of Broome's reconquest.

The portal made by Fabius to Delacasi was at the end of the corridor.

That's where the Death Shrouds detected the Hallows.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

The alien named the Cyclone let out a furious cry, and its body, shrouded in a shell harder than chitin's carapace, crawled towards the Death Shrouds.

Before the Cyclops attacked, Ubonddrak had already carried his axe to kill the Death Shrouds.

The head of the death shroud was chopped into minced meat by an axe in the blink of an eye.

Realizing that he could not defeat a demon prince in any case, the champion with the Book of Calamity in his hand immediately casts a spell on the Book of Calamity to open the portal back to the plague planet.

But Ubondrak obviously didn't want to give the champion a chance to leave, and spread his scarlet wings to win the championship.

At the moment when the axe was about to hit the champion, the fighting brother behind the champion stepped forward and blocked it with a scythe, but he and his scythe were split in half by Ubondrak.

Eventually, when the Book of Calamity opened the portal and the champion had already entered with half of his body, Ubondraco's former compatriot, the hundred-eyed worm, stepped forward and tore off half of the champion's body with his mouth.

"Damn plague lackeys!"

"Sooner or later, one day I will go to the plague planet and slaughter these disgusting lackeys of the plague gods!"

Ubonddrak tried to chase into the portal, but the portal opened by the champion closed immediately, leaving it to slash at the corpses of the dead shrouds and vent its anger.

"What are these plague pigs doing on Bloom?" The mortal military commander who had followed Ubonddrak stepped forward and said, "They suddenly ran into this laboratory as if they were sick, and then they suddenly went on a killing spree at us...... He even used the Book of Calamity......"

Ubonddrak gradually calmed down, looked at the corpses of the dead shrouds on the ground that he had chopped up, and wondered: "Who knows how much vomit these plague pigs have in their heads, and what they think with this vomit!" But their purpose is certainly not simple. ”

The mortal commander was silent.

Ubonddrak didn't continue to dwell on it, anyway, it was just three death shrouds that he had chopped to death, and his purpose was to help Fabius recapture Bloom.

"Continue to build up troops in this lab."

"Continue scouting the main lab on Broome, and the enemies in it."

"Helping Fabius reclaim all the labs in Broome is our goal!"

Upbondrak remained determined to help Fabius.

It was not for nothing that he believed in Fabius so much.

At a time when the Momu Race had only a modicum of intelligence and was ravaged and enslaved by the humans on Dracacy, the Ascended Ubonddrak made a deal with Fabius.

The Mad Medic has optimized the brains of the Cyclomed race, giving them better intelligence.

There are benefits to trading with Fabius, which Ubendrak has always believed.

……

Inside the plague planet.

"Drakassi."

"The madman of the madman world."

In front of the lieutenants who had already assembled, Typhons slowly rose from the throne of the freak and walked towards the Book of Calamity that had just been teleported, and the half-corpse holding the Book of Calamity.

This Motarian champion is dead, but not completely.

In fact, he was in much better shape than Typhons, for he still had at least half of his body, which was being restored under the care of his loving father.

Countless flesh sprouts stretched out from the corpse, gradually forming an even more twisted and ugly half of the body.

There were dozens of sarcomas hanging from the half of the body, each with mouthparts and eyes, and they had apparently had the will to look at the approaching Typhons with different eyes.

Typhonse was a little jealous.

Jealous that this champion was only lucky to lose half of his body, instead of being reshaped after dying again and again.

Typhonse is well aware that every time he is completely reinvented, he becomes less than himself.

Even his vocal organs have become a negrolin on a sarcoma.

The name Tayphonse has become more of a title and a title.

The Loving Father needed to continue to command the Death Guard with a man who still had prestige among the Death Guards after Motarion's death, and Typhons was created again and again.

The philosophical question of whether he was or not himself did not dare to think about it, or he would have fallen into endless fear and nothingness.

"Your mission was a success."

"You can rest."

Typhonse muttered softly to the Death Shroud Champion who was gradually recovering intact, his swollen hand raised.

The psionic energy envelops the champion's body and crushes it into a puddle of mud.

"The fleet is ready." The Plague Warlock approached, "The Black Legion asked about the progress of our reconnaissance operation and if we had seen Abaddon. ”

"Is it the Black Legion asking us, or is it that damned usurper of Vashtor?" Nurgleline on Typhons' sarcoma turned around and asked.

The Plague Warlock was silent, and the answer was apparently Vashtor's inquiry.

"Tell them that we found the stolen artifact in the lab, and found the clone of Abaddon." Typhonse commanded, "It's all with the Drakassi, who really think that cloning Abaddon is Abaddon himself, and serve him." ”

Typhons was not worried that Vasztor would perceive his deception.

Vashtor didn't have a spell to go anywhere he wanted in an instant, and the book of calamity that recorded this spell could only be "heard".

"All aboard, we'll head to Broome at once to get the artifact back." Typhonse continued to command.

"Is this a little arbitrary, are we ......?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Not to mention the Hallows in Broome, even in the Demon Realm of the Dark Gods, we have to get it back at any cost. Do as I say. ”

(End of chapter)