"Click."
A weird crisp sound echoed in everyone's ears.
The twisted space was filled with tiny cracks like broken glass.
"Bang!"
In the sudden explosion of space, two figures collided and flew out.
Titan Sword, flashing with Emperor golden light, slashed hard at the huge, dirty figure in mid-air.
"Typhus! Today is the day you die!"
The putrid smell and dark green dirt continued to overflow from the figure, which was the plague power of Nurgle.
Typhus's huge body shook slightly and let out a deep laugh, like a rotten pipe groaning.
"Wonderful... but your light will eventually be overwhelmed by the eternal love of Grandfather!"
Although Typhus did not admit it with his mouth, his heart was full of caution towards the Kaldor and Diego in front of him, and his huge body showed a speed that was completely inconsistent with it.
The huge plague Scythe "Silent Whisper" came towards Titan Sword in the hands of Diego with a scream that tore the air and a disgusting green cloud of corruption visible to the naked eye!
"Dang!"
The recoil caused by the impact knocked the two of them out together, and then they fell to the ground.
And the moment the two landed, more smelly cans fell to the ground from the Spatial Rift they dropped.
The power of corruption spread instantly.
A dozen equally huge Death Guard Terminator that exuded the stench of decay staggered out of the plague cloud, pus seeping out from the gaps in their armor. They were the most loyal Plague Champion of Typhus, and Plaguebearer of Nurgle.
Diego did not pause at all. Although it was too late to observe the surrounding situation, Grand Master, who was deeply surrounded, was not afraid at all, waving Titan Sword and bursting out with frightening fighting power.
Pure Psychic Power burst out from his body, with shining blue arcs of light in his eyes, and turbulent Psychic Power Lightning burst out of him, not attacking Typhus, but accurately attacking the Death Guard Terminator around him.
The two closest Plague Marine were instantly swallowed up by the silver-white Lightning. Their rotten armor disintegrated under the impact of Diego's Psychic Power, which was full of faith power, and the filthy flesh and blood inside turned into fly ash.
"Ouch!"
Plague Marine, who shouldn't feel the pain, let out a miserable howl.
The steps of Grand Master revealed a strange rhythm, and the Longsword in his hand once again ignited golden flames, and its figure shuttled between those bulging cans of plague.
Any Death Guard who is scratched by the blade will be severely burned, and even Nurgle's power cannot allow them to recover quickly.
A Terminator tried to side-swipe Diego with the rotten Power Fist, but he used Longsword to lift it from bottom to top. The breastplate covered with bacteria and the rotten body inside were neatly cut open, and the smelly pus, blood and internal organs spurted out.
"Typhus, you coward, come up and face me!"
Grand Master roared.
However, Typhus is extremely afraid of Longsword, which is burning with the fire of Emperor in Diego's hand.
Typhus's voice was like a rotten pipe organ, low and full of viscous malice, coming out through the twisted breathing grille on his helmet.
"Your fear and despair will be good fertilizer, and Grandfather will like you."
As he spoke, Typhus stretched out his hand and suddenly summoned a Nurgling. The Scythe in his hand hit the ground hard.
Nurgle gave the power of corruption and expanded it to open a Chaos Portal.
A small group of Nurgle Daemon immediately emerged.
Diego looked at Typhus. The figure that appeared in his field of vision made him so surprised that he couldn't help but pause. Then he turned over to avoid an attack and began to concentrate on killing the plague guards.
"It's such a disgusting existence, it doesn't even have any honor or dignity."
A dull voice sounded with disgust behind Typhus.
Typhus was startled, turned around immediately, and then saw a sight he had never imagined in his life.
Dorn and Jaghatai stand behind Typhus, and White Tiger Sabre of Khan has raised its head high.
"Mortarion let him run away again last time, this time I have to collect some interest."
As the shining sword blade cuts through the air.
"This is not..."
Typhus didn't even respond.
The 'Lord of Death Guard', along with his Power Armour full of blessings from Nurgle and the blasphemous Scythe, were cut in two in an instant.
Nurgle's blessing took effect immediately, and before his broken body fell, his flesh and blood began to regenerate.
Dorn had no intention of taking action. In his opinion, Jaghatai had already robbed that Grey Armour soldier of his glory. It would be somewhat inappropriate for him to take action again.
However, even Typhus could never compete with a Primarch. Before he could even make any further moves, Jaghatai used White Tiger Sabre to cut him into rotten pieces of flesh at an extremely fast speed.
Chaos Portal that lost its power supply collapsed immediately.
"Dirty stuff."
Dorn glanced at those Nurgle Daemon, and then waved his iron fist.
With just his hands, he tore into pieces the dozens of Nurgle Daemon who rushed over, but the stench and decay still made Imperium's Keystone frown slightly.
The two Primarch who dealt with Daemon and Typhus stood aside and watched Diego chasing the panicked Death Guard Traitors.
White Scars warriors also joined the pursuit, while several Imperial Fists warriors carried the only few Promethium Flamer to clean up these disgusting residues.
The others carefully formed a formation and stood in front of the Spatial Rift.
No one knows how many more Traitors there are.
After cutting down the last Plague Marine, Diego returned with his sword, and then saluted Jaghatai and Dorn.
"Long time no see, sir."
Dorn's eyes swept over Diego and Jaghatai. It was obvious that they knew each other.
"The silver armor... the strange Runes... controls the power of Psychic Power. Tell me, the warrior wearing this strange armor. Whose order do you and the organization you represent fight where? And why do you recognize Jaghatai?"
"I am Kaldor·Diego, the Supreme Grand Master of Grey Knights Brotherhood. We were born under the sacred will of Emperor and are his most secret Warhammer and strong shield when fighting against the enemies of Warp! Follow the will of Malcador and fight against Milky Way to eliminate the threat of Chaos. As for Jaghatai Khan..."
Before Diego finished speaking, he was interrupted by Dorn's cold voice.
"Grey Knights? Specifically designed to fight against Chaos?"
Primarch's tall body took a step forward, and the invisible pressure made the surrounding air seem to solidify.
"We used to use these dangerous powers cautiously, but now, you are telling me that there is a Legiones Astartes composed entirely of Psyker? Claiming to be fighting against the enemy we vowed to completely eliminate?"
Dorn turned his eyes to Jaghatai and glanced at him. There was no surprise on the other party's expression. It was obvious that he had already known about it.
"Dorn! They are also part of Imperium's precious power, and they are Malcador's last gift to Imperium. You should not question their loyalty, they love Imperium as much as you do."
Jaghatai helped Diego with his own hands, and then patted his stained shoulder armor comfortingly.
"Diego, why are you here? Where does the space debris lead to?"