Typhus's attack was swift and lethal. He had become a vessel for Chaos's power in the material universe, and every strike carried terrifying corruptive psychic energy.
Even with the Tengu Mech's greater strength and speed, Qin Xin could only hold Typhus at a brief stalemate.
During a clash with the massive scythe in his opponent's hand, Qin Xin was horrified to discover that his lightning claws had developed subtle faults. Their delicate energy circuits had begun to break down. Though the weapons remained usable, the damage was steadily worsening.
Clearly, the weapons in his hands could not endure repeated Chaos contamination, while ranged firepower was worryingly ineffective against Nurgle's Daemon Prince.
Even if high-temperature plasma beams vaporized part of his flesh, Typhus could heal his wounds before the residual energy had faded.
His body was horrifyingly hollow, filled with countless Warp flies. They had fused directly into his flesh and repaired him from within.
Unless Qin Xin was willing to sacrifice his battle-brothers' lives at any cost, killing this damned Chaos daemon would be far too difficult.
Nurgle's Daemon Princes might not match the God of Blood's in combat power, but their resilience and endurance were unmatched. Once the battle turned into a war of attrition, killing one became little more than a fantasy.
Looks like I'll have to call in a Sisters of Silence squad and a Custodes squad for a decapitation strike, Qin Xin thought. Still, he was reluctant to let those unbearably arrogant golden corn kernels solve their problems.
The Custodes had always treated the Astartes with contempt and hostility. They believed that the remaining half of the loyal Space Marines would also follow the path of rebellion. Thus, they had always guarded against every loyalist, ready to kill at the first sign of anything suspicious.
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