Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

However, reality is cruel. Unlike Typhon's Plague Fleet, which spread dozens of light years away as soon as it left the scene, the Reaper Warband was much better, operating silently. Therefore, the latter also did a lot of work, such as collecting supplies and personnel for Typhon and his new Plague Planet.

"Let's go, I'll go to greet him myself." Looking at the Reaper fleet that had jumped out of the subspace, Typhons sighed and said, then adjusted his mood, and the Terminus Est brought a group of escort fleets to greet him personally.

"How did you get enough supplies for ten large transport ships? How did you transport these supplies away from the blockade of the Imperial Fleet?" Looking at the huge transport fleet outside, Typhons was stunned. To be honest, Typhons had not had such a large single harvest for a long time since the end of the rebellion!

"Hmm... can we talk in private?" The Reaper, clad in a Centurion Terminator suit, looked no smaller than Typhons. This Centurion Terminator suit was merely a company commander's version, but it was still invaluable among the Chaos rebels. A single suit could easily replace a squad of Plague Marines with a few Daemon Engines.

"Is it inconvenient?" Typhons felt the dissatisfaction of his subordinates. After all, as the current boss of the Death Guard, the leader of a war gang just pulled him aside and talked to him instead of himself. Typhons' subordinates were all dissatisfied.

"It's indeed a bit inconvenient." The Reaper spoke after a moment of silence.

"You are overstepping your bounds!" A Death Shroud Terminator stepped forward and pointed the scythe in his hand at the other party.

"Great Nurgle will not allow us to fight over such a trivial matter." The Reaper looked at the man with a mocking expression. Then he said, "Without Nurgle's blessing, do you think you can defeat me?" The Reaper pointed to the well-equipped guards behind him. There were also two Leviathan Dreadnoughts!

"Damn, there weren't many of these things back in the Legion era. Where did this guy get them?" Under the mask, Typhons' expression changed back and forth. After all, the equipment on the other side made him a little worried! The Death Shroud Terminator behind him was wearing patched power armor! "I hope your words are really valuable, otherwise I will make you regret it."

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"Go ahead, I hope you can bring me good news." Typhon said, hugging his shoulders.

"I have a way. The risk is not too great and the benefits are very high, but..." After a moment's silence, the Death Reaper handed a data tablet to Typhon.

"Shit! You stabbed the Word Bearers warband?" Typhons looked at the record on the data board and felt terrible. The Word Bearers Legion was shattered and Lorgar was gone, but there were still many Word Bearers who believed in Chaos.

Then, while strolling in the Gothic Sector, the Death Reaper encountered this Chaos warband. This warband had just tried to cause trouble on a certain planet, but failed and was then driven out. The Reaper saw the bounty on this warband in the Gothic Sector and then killed it.

Of course, he couldn't possibly trade these bodies for bounties, but that didn't matter. He had a middleman! Countless Rogue Traders were buying Chaos Marine heads from across the galaxy. Some of them were undoubtedly illicit, but that didn't matter; they were cheap! A hundred Chaos Marines could be traded for a planet by a Moff, but these illicit heads could only fetch a few shiploads of supplies from the Rogue Traders. Just do the math! How much profit could that be? Surely someone would dare to do it!

Then, the harvester found a middleman and exchanged some supplies.

"Well, those guys who are unwilling to convert to Nurgle have also made a contribution to our cause." After confirming that this Word Bearers war gang believed in Undivided Chaos, Typhons became more open-minded.

"Boss, there are also a few heads of the Skull Reaper Gang in this transaction." said the Reaper.

"What the hell! What are you doing?! Those are Angron's men! They're our allies, and you're..." Typhons was truly anxious. After all, after the Heresy, Nurgle and Khorne had formed an alliance, and Khorne was more powerful, and the legions under his command were even more powerful! Typhons himself was used to being a small fry...

"Sir, we'll split the profits 40% to 60%!" the reaper said quickly.

"40% to 60%?" Typhon frowned.

"You get six and I get four! There's nothing I can do. Those guys with a screw-up in their heads actually want to rob my ship. It just so happens that I'm a little short of the goods to be delivered. You have to be honest in doing things, sir. It's not easy to find a middleman who is willing to risk his life and has the means!" said the Reaper earnestly.

"Eighty and twenty! I'll take eight, you take twenty!" Typhon said viciously. "If your affairs are discovered, it will cost me a great deal to help you settle it, even if Khorne doesn't like these nail-driving guys!" That's right, Khorne no longer likes mindless recklessness. What He needs is soldiers!

"30/70, 70/70 you. You are the great Nurgle's messenger. We serve you, and you bear the responsibility." The Reaper said, and he said he would not back down again.

"Well, all right. That's it. I have a bunch of heads here, you can find a way to trade them, and we'll settle it the same way," Typhons said after a moment's thought. Typhons had considered a more roundabout approach; he also had some Tzeentchian Space Marines, but not many. After all, they were stronger than the Boss, Tzeentch was stronger than Nurgle, stronger than the Legion, and the Thousand Sons were stronger than the Death Guard, and stronger than the Commander. They also had a Dark Pony, so generally speaking, they would be at a disadvantage in a fight.

"No, that won't work. Split it 50-50!" said the Reaper.

"Those are the heads I collected!" Typhon picked up the sickle angrily.

"But you're using my channel. We'll split it in half once we meet. Or you could try building your own," the Reaper snorted. "I'm afraid you'll be discovered the moment you enter the empire. You smell too much."

"I am the messenger of Nurgle!" Typhon said gritting his teeth.

"How about we go and speak to the Father?" The Reaper refused to back down. After all, one of Nurgle's hallmarks is smoothing things over. Nurgle's personality is, "We're all my followers, let's be tolerant of each other." In the background, Mortarion and Typhus had no real solution. In this plane, Typhus couldn't do much about the Reaper either; after all, he couldn't really use force, right? While gangs fighting gangs is common in Chaos, internal Nurgle warfare is rare.

"Give me some face and split the profit 40% to 60%. After all, you will have to come here for supplies after the Plague Star is built, right?" Typhons was really about to lose his temper.

"Alright, give the great Nurgle some face," the Reaper said. "Remember, Typhon, I'm giving face to Nurgle, not to you. Plague and twisted life are not the true essence of Nurgle, but death!"

However, Typhons did not know that the so-called business was a trap, and the reaper was inadvertently helping the owner of the trap to approach Typhons himself step by step. A big net woven by fate and strategy was gradually falling.

Chapter 472 The Death of Typhons 2

Just as the dispute within the Death Guard Legion came to an end, in the real universe, Alpharius nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the pile of corpses of the Word Bearers and Skull Reapers warbands in front of him.

"Very good, this guy is very sensible." Alpharius looked at the mask next to him. "Did you give it to him?"

"It has been given. Our people tried to track it, but the result was not good. The target planet is a bit remote and seems to be protected by some higher power. We still have to send people there." The Emperor's attendant Mask said.

That's right, during Alpharius's journey of atonement, the Emperor's attendant Mask still followed him. It's not that Mask respected Alpharius that much, but he just thought that it was fun to work with this Primarch...

Alpharius loves to scheme, and coincidentally, Mask is also good at it. They both have one thing in common: they both like to play big! Ordinary rewards are no longer in their eyes; only rewards that are large enough will excite them! Well, Mask is working, and Alpharius is raising a family!

The Reaper Warband was the breakthrough point Alpharius had found, and the previous material transactions and channels were the nests he had built for his opponents. Now that both sides had established "trust", there would always be opportunities in the future.

It's not that his good brother Omegan doesn't want to help him, but Alpharius's stubbornness makes him want to be self-reliant, and Typhon is one of his targets.

After the Radiant Lord's return, this ancient AI, known for its vengeance, issued a bounty on Nurgle's minions. Topping the list was Typhons, the Plaguebringer and Lord of Flies! As the Radiant Lord's close allies, the Primarchs also contributed generously. Beyond anything else, the promise Perturabo made alone moved Alpharius deeply.

It's simple: I'll give you the equipment and supplies of two First Order Chapters and enough to sustain them for 100 years! In other words, if you can capture Typhons, I'll give you enough equipment and supplies to arm 1.5 Space Marines, bringing you up to the highest standard! And the Iron Warriors will provide him with 100 years of supplies, free of charge!

Warmaster Jonson also offered a reward. He explained that his legion's supplies were all provided by the Empire and couldn't be given away casually. However, the planets captured by the Dark Angels were negotiable. The great Lord of the Dark Angels felt that giving just one planet was a bit too much, so he offered a whole system! A system with at least two habitable planets and two solid planets!

As for the relevant appointments and procedures, Jonson said that the recipients don't need to worry about these. The Dark Angel will run down for you! Even if Guilliman disagrees, Jonson will personally go to discuss it with Guilliman.

As the saying goes, a great reward always brings a brave man. After all, with Jonson's promise, if a Chapter Master pulls off this kill, they'll achieve a true rank jump, gaining an additional star system and enough equipment and supplies to arm 1.5 men. And it's legal! That's the key. This opportunity is rare.

This deal was enough to draw the attention of the Primarchs. Of course, for Alpharius, the generous reward was one factor, but also the fact that after killing Nurgle's Chosen, he was completely cleared of all charges of treason. After all, Typhons was a significant figure.

"I will lead the next transaction myself," said Alpharius.

"Let's call some other people. I think Sharokin is a good choice." said the masked man.

"This is my business. Why bring Corax's offspring with me?" Alpharius snorted coldly. To be honest, he looked down on the Raven Lord. It was not because of anything else, but because he felt that he was stronger than Corax except in single combat!

"Oh, you, really." Masked sighed and poured Alpharius a glass of wine. "Do you really need that little thing? Others need it, but do you? Let me put it this way, if you go to Guilliman, won't he give you some? If you don't want to give in, I can help you go around and get a lot."

"What you lack now is a chance to reintegrate into the Imperial family. You need to repair your relationships with all parties involved," the Masked Man said earnestly. "Look, Sharokin has reached the right level, and he's honed himself to a certain degree. He only needs an opportunity to ascend. Becoming an Imperial Servant is essentially immortality. Can you say you won't have any dealings with him in the future? Making things convenient for others is also convenient for you. Corax will remember this favor."

There are many tough guys in the Legion, but there are not many who can complete the upgrade. The Black Knight is one, Sharokin is another, and there is Abaddon. Abaddon is busy helping Loken manage the Luna Wolves, so we will not mention him for now. But the Black Knight, because he has accepted the Emperor's destructive power, is not in a hurry to upgrade for the time being.

Sharokin currently holds the best chance of advancement within the Legion; he simply needs an opportunity. Well, the Traveler admits that the advancement of the Emperor's Servants is somewhat similar to that of Demons... Of course, the Traveler and the Emperor can force a promotion, but after all, it has to convince the public.

"I'll leave Typhons to you. Sharokin just wants the heads of a few hundred Death Guards as a stepping stone. Please be flexible." The masked man touched Alpharius' arm and said.

"Haha, a few hundred? That's easy to say." Alpharius snorted. "Alright then, you arrange it. I'm just giving Elferus a break." Within the Ferrus faction, Alpharius didn't get along well with Guilliman and Corax, but he was more than okay with Ferrus. After all, there wasn't much of a conflict.

"Also, we need to inform Zhuang Sen and Perturabo about this." Masked said after thinking for a while.

With a bang, Alpharius slammed the wine glass heavily on the table. He said to the masked man with anger on his face: "This is my war! I don't need other people to participate!"

"What if we run into Angron? Typhon is the last Nurgle who can come to the fore. If we attack him, what do you think Nurgle will do?" The masked man picked up the wine glass. Then, with a slight flick, the wine stains on the table and floor disappeared.

"It is difficult for the Chaos Gods to project their power into the physical universe right now. This is not a time of great rebellion," Alpharius said grimly.

"That's why Angron has returned. Now Khorne and Nurgle are effectively allied. If Typhons is in danger, Angron will definitely return. To be honest, Angron is quite formidable right now."

"And Jonson and Perturabo don't care about Typhons. If Angron doesn't come out, they won't intervene." The Masked Man said.

"I don't care about the World Eaters, but the battle against the Death Guard must be left to me. This is the bottom line!" Alpharius said after thinking for a moment.

"No problem, I'll take care of it." said the masked man.

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"These guys are totally defenseless. If Mortarion were still alive, he would definitely be ashamed of his offspring's poor reaction." The Lord of Hydra said disdainfully while hiding on a transport ship.

The plan was simple. When the Reaper and his warband were trading again, the Hydra Lord and his men would hide on one of the transport ships. This transport ship would head to the Plague Star of Typhon. Alpharius would have the beacon given to him by the Traveler. As long as he knew the location of the Plague Star, he could summon the fleet.

The brothers, including Jonson, were already on high alert, not because they looked down on Typhons, but to see if they could encounter Angron. As for how these fleets would move, that was the Traveler's problem and had nothing to do with him.

"It's not just their bodies and souls that are corrupt. Also, their spirit, discipline, faith, and all the beautiful aspects of civilization." Mask said after pondering for a moment.

Even though the Death Guard have retained their legion structure, their cohesion is actually far weaker than before. Not only because of Mortarion's death, but more importantly, their so-called belief in Nurgle is mostly just helplessness and submission to power. The previous friendship and beautiful aspects of the legion have become a bubble, leaving only decay.

Hidden within the depths of the freighter, protected by the Traveler against the might of Nurgle, the two masters of concealment and stealth easily evaded each other's detection, both through technical and psychic means. They engaged in casual conversation, then played a game of chess, subconsciously ignoring the third person nearby.

"Raven Son, you haven't spoken since you arrived. Let's chat." Alpharius put down his chess piece and spoke. The so-called Hydra Lord's team consisted of only three people: the Primarch, the Emperor's Chamberlain, and Sharokin, who was preparing to become the Emperor's Chamberlain! After all, it was just a matter of carrying a beacon, so not many people were needed. This operation was crucial, and Alpharius was worried about the potential problems. Of course, the three of them also carried something called a four-dimensional maze, which contained quite a lot of things, the kind that could pierce the clouds and bring down a host of enemies.

"Aren't we on a mission? We're biding our time. Why are you talking? Can't you stand the loneliness?" Sharokin asked curiously. He couldn't believe why Alpharius, also known for his covert operations, would be so bored as to chat and even play chess. Well, generally speaking, people are influenced by the outside world, and Masked is, well, a bit of a joke...

".......I'm just adjusting my mood so that I can better fight!" Alpharius said dissatisfiedly.

"And after losing three games in a row, he must be in an even worse mood. As a Primarch, can't he control his emotions?" Sharokin's eyes were full of curiosity.

"I..." These few words nearly broke Alpharius's defense! Sharokin's matter-of-fact, even innocent look—sincerity itself was always the most lethal!

"The fleet is about to leave the subspace, everyone should get ready quickly." The masked man grabbed Alpharius who was about to go berserk and said, no matter what, working is the most important thing.

"It's the altar of Nurgle. I smell the rotten smell. It was this altar and the associated magic circle that blocked our previous detection. I will destroy this altar later." Alpharius said after feeling the foul smell emanating from the warp.

"I'll try to find the Death Guard fleet and mark their ships." Masked said, looking at Sharokin beside him. "What are you doing?"

"I'll go find Typhon and hold him back," said Sharokin.

"That's my prey." Alpharius said very dissatisfiedly.

"So I just pestered him." Sharokin said with a slight bow.

"Let's get started!" Alpharius nodded and made a gesture to start.

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"New supplies have arrived, and our business is progressing smoothly." Looking at the transport fleet entering low-Earth orbit in the distance, Typhons said with great satisfaction.

"Tell the Reaper to continue working on it. Also tell Angron that I can sell the Thousand Sons heads he collected for a good price, but I'll take a 30% commission," Typhon said.

"As you command, my lord." A subordinate took his orders and left. Typhons returned to his throne, overlooking the world. This was his world, one of Nurgle's bases in the real universe. He believed that one day he would soar to the heavens. However, in reality, his life could be counted in minutes. Alpharius had already infiltrated the vicinity of Nurgle's altar and opened the four-dimensional maze he carried with him!

With the appearance of more than a dozen Extinction Machines, groups of Legion soldiers and various equipment, Alpharius launched an attack. With the activation of various anti-psychic equipment, the spatial barrier was strengthened, and the magic circle that originally extracted energy from the subspace stagnated. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Alpharius took the lead and rushed to the depths of the altar with more than 20 specially made giant mechas.

"Nurgle! How could there be followers of the Abomination here?" A Nurgle Daemon guarding the magic circle was stunned as the Alpha Legion appeared before him. He brandished a rusty longsword in one hand and a chain in the other, attempting to counterattack. However, he was met with a rain of volcanic spears and psychic ammunition. The shells instantly engulfed the target, and the psychic ammunition fell on the Nurgle Daemon like a hot knife through butter. The ammunition penetrated the opponent's skin and fat, igniting them. Amidst waves of wailing, the Daemon turned into a torch.

"Insecticide! Use insecticide!" Facing the swarms of Nurgle flies, Alpharius unleashed his specialized flamethrower. Golden flames descended upon the black canopy of flies. While clearing the swarms with his flamethrower, the Alpha Legion unleashed a biological bomb upon the Nurgle Legion. That's right, using bacteria against Nurgle! This weapon was actually a special variant of the psionic bacteriophage. Ultimately, Nurgle daemons were also creatures of the Warp, and various diseases were also creations of psionic energy. If only the psionic energy could be devoured, wouldn't everything be over? Fabius Bile had created this weapon based on this principle.

"The skills of that Emperor's pharmacist are quite good. He actually created a bacteriophage that can feed on subspace demons." Faced with Bayer's genetic technology, Alpharius also silently gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

Chapter 473 The Death of Typhons 3

The attack wasn't unstoppable, but it was still unexpected, catching the Nurgle demons off guard. As the magic circle was gradually destroyed, the psychic fog covering the planet began to falter. With the activation of the Traveler's Beacon, the Imperial fleet waiting on the periphery was finally about to strike.

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"Are you really not going? The other party is the messenger of Nurgle." The Lord of Radiance said to Perturabo who was standing aside.

"Just Typhons, not worth my while. I'm waiting for Angron. I want to know if he's made any progress in these past few centuries." The Lord of Steel snorted coldly before turning to the Lord of Radiance. "Do you think you can't solve this problem? Do you need my help?" It's hard to say how much Angron's strength has grown over the past few centuries, but Boss Pi's ability to talk nonsense has certainly improved!

"Then you can stay in the audience. I guess Angron won't come this time. After all, Angron has no trouble now." The Lord of Radiance said with a sneer.

"Angron is indeed much better now than the beast before. If he hadn't had that nail in his head, maybe we could have been good friends." Perturabo's words were full of regret.

"Alright, you can continue to lament here. I'm going to get things done." The Lord of Radiance snapped his fingers. "Order the fleet, prepare for warp! For humanity, for the Empire!" The Lord of Radiance issued the attack order! With the order, over 7 Space Marines from seven Legions and their accompanying fleets charged towards Typhon's fleet. Typhon had fewer than 15 Legionaries, and his fleet was less than one-twentieth the size of the Imperial fleet.

As for why so many Legions were concentrated, the simple answer is that Lion King and Boss Pi are generous, and on the other hand, it has been a long time since we have seen a battle with 6000 Chaos Cans in one go, so we should cherish it while we can.

In the higher dimension, the Traveler is ready to fight against Nurgle. With Nurgle unable to leave, the battle is no longer a foregone conclusion.

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"Alpha Legion, we are under attack by the Alpha Legion!" When the alarm reached Typhons' flagship, the Lord of the Flies' first reaction was surprise, and his second reaction was fear, because he knew that when a Chaos warband in the real universe was exposed to the eyes of the Empire, it had only two choices: escape or destruction.

"Damn it, establish a psychic blockade immediately and prohibit all information from being transmitted out! Also, let the Deathstroke and Rot companies quickly kill these annoying Hydras!" Typhon ordered.

Although he realized the gravity of the situation, looking at this world that had taken over a decade to build, Typhons felt a pang of reluctance. He still wanted to struggle a little longer. He still harbored a hope. After all, if this was just a small team and they couldn't send the message, then the planet wouldn't be lost.

However, it was this hesitation that made Typhon lose his last chance to escape, because soon, the imperial fleet had broken through the air, and Sharokin had also boarded his flagship!

"My lord, there are a lot of warp signals! It's the fleet, my lord, a lot of fleets, the signals of these warships have even become one!" Shortly after the two companies were dispatched, the Nurgle wizards in the legion exclaimed, the constantly flashing signals in the warp indicated the arrival of the Imperial fleet.

"Let's go! Let's evacuate this place immediately!" Typhons no longer hesitated, ready to flee. However, at this moment, Sharokin, who had been sneaking along, had already arrived near the Terminus Est. As the four-dimensional maze opened, several Extinction Machines and a team of Raven Guards appeared out of thin air.

"Destroy this reactor. I'll go find Typhon." Sharokin said nothing more. He turned and left. He also activated a traveler's relic, a key. After the key, shimmering with blue light, spun in the void, all non-Imperial teleportation within the battleship's range was prohibited. Even Nurgle couldn't stop it!

Sharokin then went to the passage leading to the Terminus Est. Based on the principle of intercepting him if he could, and letting Alpharius come over if he couldn't, he prepared to fight Typhons.

"Sir, our reactor area has been invaded and the battleship cannot move!" The Raven Guard's destruction was still very rapid, paralyzing the battleship's power system in a short period of time.

"Prepare to teleport to the reserve flagship, we will leave immediately!" Typhons looked out the window. The blessing of Nurgle allowed him to see the Imperial fleet that continued to pour out of Mandeville Point. At this time, hundreds of Imperial fleets had entered the galaxy, and there were more coming in from behind. Not to mention the ones coming in, even the warships coming in at this point were not something Typhons could deal with.

However, after the Nurgle wizard tried his best, all his efforts only produced a few sparks in the air. In the dark, Typhons felt that a blue ocean in the void had descended here. He was in the real universe, while Nurgle was separated on the other side!

"It's the Gods of Order, the Gods of Order have attacked me!" Despair rose from his heart, and Typhons was finally afraid. He was no longer a rookie, and he realized the seriousness behind this matter.

"My lord, what should we do?" the Nurgle wizards under his command said in panic.

"Go to the hangar. We'll take a shuttle to the other warships and notify the Rotten Skeleton to pick us up immediately!" Typhons said as he led his guards away. The communication signal was sent out, but the journey was not smooth. Someone who had already infiltrated the warship had set traps and booby traps on the road leading to the hangar, causing Typhons' guards to suffer heavy losses. The latter's sniper rifles and sharp blades were like ghosts, inadvertently harvesting lives one after another.

"This road is blocked. Traitor!" When Typhons, with his decimated guards, reached the final door before the hangar, the crumbling structure and the bloody words written on the nearby wall only deepened Typhons' despair. He no longer planned to flee; he wanted to know who had ambushed and plotted against him time and again.