My Desperate Journey in 40k

"Wang Ming is an immortal. We don't need to worry. He won't die..."

Guilliman grabbed Fulgrim and pulled him away. The surrounding time travelers also retreated while covering each other. Several security robots were also activated by Colonel Radulovich, and they were responsible for covering the time travelers.

After the traversers had completely evacuated, the area was completely blocked by Colonel Radulovich.

“It hurts so much…”

Wang Ming stood up from the ground with great effort. He had just been rescued by the security robots activated by Colonel Radulovich. He looked at the security robots fighting with the Death Guards not far away and wondered what to do. He couldn't really die once, right?

But this is also a solution. His immune system is now fighting a major rebellion against the Nurgle virus, and Wang Ming is in terrible pain.

"Oh, right, the panacea..."

Wang Ming suddenly remembered this Nurgle depression drug. When he was about to open the system mall to take a look, the sound of metal falling suddenly attracted Wang Ming's attention.

Wang Ming looked up and saw that the security robots that had just been exchanging fire with the plague warriors were now lying on the ground in a mess. Their metal bodies were full of signs of corruption and all their parts were corroded to the point of being unusable.

Typhons led the plague warriors through the wreckage of the security robots and came to Wang Ming. It looked at the dying Wang Ming with joy. It thought that its plan was successful. It had infected Wang Ming with the "divine poison" given to it by its kind father Nurgle. It was only a matter of time before Wang Ming fell into the arms of his kind father. He would never be able to endure that kind of pain. He would definitely pray to his kind father and let the gentle father hug him.

"Do you feel the pain? As long as you serve my Lord, my Lord can help you end these pains. My Lord will make you His prince and make you immortal..."

Typhons looked at the dying Wang Ming and said proudly, his heart was already blossoming with joy, he had done it, he had done what Mortarion had not done, he was the one who most deserved the blessing of the loving father, Mortarion was just a "weak" coward, he was the commander of the Death Guard, he was the prince of Nurgle, he wanted to use Wang Ming's corruption to surpass Mortarion.

"Hahaha…"

Just when Typhons was getting a little too proud of himself, Wang Ming's laughter suddenly reached his ears.

"what are you laughing at?"

Typhus looked at Wang Ming. Although Wang Ming was already dying, he still tried to smile. Black blood contaminated by the virus spurted out of his mouth and nose. He looked extremely miserable.

"I'm laughing. A person voluntarily turns into a pile of shit and wants others to become a pile of shit like him. It's so funny, hahahaha..."

Wang Ming smiled and looked at Typhoons, saying sarcastically that it was bad enough that he turned into a piece of shit, but he also turned others into a piece of shit. It was really disgusting.

"You... your dying struggle is useless. I will dedicate you to the great and loving Father."

Typhon listened to the sarcasm in Wang Ming's words, but he was not angry. He did not feel any anger at these words. Wang Ming just did not understand how great he was about to become.

254. Chapter 251 Arrival at Parmenio and the Cargo Drop Pod

254.

"The essence of the warp has been suppressed by the virus. It seems that after the incident with Mortarion, Nurgle designed a virus specifically for me. It really hurts!"

Wang Ming felt the pain in his body and looked at Typhoons in front of him. This guy was obviously well prepared, and as time passed, Wang Ming felt more and more pain.

"I have to think of a way. If this continues, I won't be able to move."

Wang Ming stared at Typhons, thinking about what to do. The essence of the Warp was fighting with the power of Nurgle in his body. Should he ask the Emperor for help?

"Wait, I have an idea."

Wang Ming suddenly remembered the explosive prototype gun in the mall. Although it was extremely unstable, this thing could definitely give Typhus a hard blow. If it exploded, it could also send himself to see the emperor, killing two birds with one stone.

"Come on, it hurts!"

Wang Ming did what he thought. He immediately took out the explosive prototype gun. However, when he held the explosive prototype gun with difficulty, he felt an extremely horrible pain in his hand. Under the effect of the "divine poison", any pain Wang Ming felt now would be magnified countless times. Only Wang Ming, who had died many times, could endure this kind of pain. If it were anyone else, they would have been tortured to death.

"Regional purification is on."

Just as Wang Ming took out the prototype explosive gun, a broadcast suddenly resounded in the area, and Colonel Radulovich began to carry out the task assigned by Wang Ming.

“It seems I don’t need to do it myself.”

Wang Ming listened to the broadcast and smiled at Taifons again. The purification program was activated and all the garbage that had sneaked onto the ship would be cleared away.

"what is this?"

Taifengs listened to the radio and asked Wang Ming in confusion.

"Nothing, just some insecticide."

Wang Ming said to Taifong Si with a smile, he said it easily.

Yes, it's just a little insecticide, insecticide against these Nurgle bastards.

A colorless and odorless gas was released and quickly filled the entire space. Typhus and the plague warriors had already sensed something was wrong. Wang Ming was too calm. The pain of the Father Virus did not have much effect on him. He was just weak. And there was also the purification procedure, which was definitely not a good thing.

"Take him away..."

Typhons said to the plague warriors that things were getting more and more wrong, so they should just take Wang Ming away. As long as they were in the plague fleet, they could hand Wang Ming over to the benevolent father in exchange for their own upgrade plan.

"Zizzizi!"

Just when Typhons gave the order, Wang Ming finally seized the opportunity. He quickly raised the incendiary prototype gun. Although Wang Ming's current speed was only the maximum speed of Astartes, and although every movement would make Wang Ming extremely painful, Wang Ming still pulled the trigger before the traitors in front of him could react.

The red explosion appeared in Wang Ming's hand holding the deflagration prototype gun. Obviously, Wang Ming's luck was not good, and the deflagration prototype gun exploded. But this was enough. The flames of the explosion ignited the combustible gases in the entire space, and the deflagration rays without equipment restraint also shot towards those twisted traitors.

At this moment, the entire space was instantly ignited, and the scorching heat engulfed everything in it, the Death Guards, Wang Ming, Typhus, everything was engulfed in flames.

The raging flames roared and swept across the entire space. When the horrible plasma was extinguished, the smell of burnt protein filled the entire space. Typhons and several plague warriors who were protected by it slowly stood up. The plague warriors around them were all burned to ashes by the violent high-temperature plasma. Among the ashes, there were some crystalline particles mixed in, which showed how high the temperature of the flames was.

"damn it…"

Typhons looked at the ashes around him. Most of the plague warriors on the "Sun Bastion" were lying on the ground.

Typhon ignored the plague warriors on the ground. He turned his gaze back to look in the direction of Wang Ming, only to see that where Wang Ming had originally been, there was nothing left but a huge burnt mark.

"He's dead? No, the Primarch can't die so easily! He's still here!"

When Typhons saw the scorch marks, he thought Wang Ming had also turned into ashes, but he immediately realized that the Primarch could never die so easily, and Wang Ming was still by their side.

After Typhus reacted, he was about to tell the surviving plague warriors around him to pay attention to Wang Ming, but when he turned around to look around, he was horrified to find that there was no one around him. Those plague warriors had mysteriously disappeared at some point.

"Shh!"

A huge force suddenly grabbed Typhons' neck. In fear, Typhons immediately released all the viruses in his body. He knew who had grabbed him. It was a Primarch, a demigod.

The viruses released by Typhus hit the defense formed by golden flames and were instantly burned by the golden flames. Only now did Typhus have the chance to see clearly the man who caught it.

The helmet had left the man's head, and the demigod's eyes were looking into it. Those were a pair of golden eyes, as if there were endless golden flames dancing in them, and in the depths of the gold there was a pitch-black darkness like a black hole, as if to devour the souls of all living things.

"No…, no! This can't be possible! He can't be you! You can't be here!"

Typhon looked at the pair of golden eyes and seemed to remember something. He roared hysterically, as if only this could dispel the extreme fear in his heart. He had seen these eyes, but not on Wang Ming. He had not seen these eyes for thousands of years. The owner of the eyes had already sat on the torture instrument called the throne. He could not be here.

"Why not, Typhon?"

"Wang Ming" spoke, and he said to Typhons. His voice definitely did not belong to Wang Ming. That voice was very gentle, like that of a father, or an old man. He asked Typhons in this voice.

"No! No! You can't be Him! He can no longer leave the throne. He is already dead!!"

Typhon got a positive answer. It listened to the voice and confirmed its identity, but it was unwilling to accept this fact and could not accept it anyway.

"I have never died. As you can see, I am here."

"Wang Ming" slowly tightened his hand around Typhoons' neck, and Typhoons' neck slowly twisted under the effect of his power. His rotten muscles were crushed and his bones turned into powder. Typhoons very much wanted to use his psychic power to stay away from "Wang Ming", but he was horrified to find that his psychic power had no reaction at all and he could not use the power of the Supreme Heaven.

It wanted to beg its kind father for salvation, but there was no response. It was as if the kind father had abandoned it and left it to this terrible man. Typhons was desperate, but soon it could not feel anything. Its body and soul were burned to ashes in the golden flames and slowly turned into ashes in the hands of "Wang Ming".

"Leave! Do you still want to continue?!"

After "Wang Ming" completely killed Typhons, he suddenly looked at the void around him. He roared in an extremely angry tone, and the golden flame spread rapidly around like waves on the water. It passed through the wall made of solid matter, passed through the void of the universe, and enveloped the entire fleet.

In the void of the universe, that extremely disgusting thing heard this angry rebuke and retracted his gaze. He could not go to war with that existence yet. He would definitely get one of its offspring in Parmenio, so he could not act rashly now.

"Wang Ming" in the "Sun Fortress" felt that the existence had retracted its gaze, and he also retracted his gaze. He looked at "his" own body and smiled.

"Kid, you did a great job..."

He did not take out the wine and enjoy the brief feeling of being human as before, but said something to himself, and then He left Wang Ming's body, as if He had never been there.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Lord Emperor... you've taken over my body again!"

Wang Ming's consciousness returned to his body, and the moment he regained consciousness he started to complain about the man. Originally he just wanted to rely on resurrection to get rid of the influence of the Nurgle virus, but when he arrived in front of the Emperor, the Emperor took away his body without saying a word.

"Pay attention to the cleaning process. The Emperor's Proverbs cannot be stopped. Collect all the ashes and carry out a secondary destruction!"

After everything was over, Wang Xiaofa led a company of time travelers to clean up the area, a carpet-style cleanup. After all, no one knew whether the ashes of those plague warriors would contain any strange subspace viruses, so it was better to be on the safe side.

The rest of the Plague Fleet also fled, having received the Father's revelation that Typhons was dead, and now the fleet was commanded by a Great Unclean One, heading off to find Mortarion.

"Typhons is dead..., completely dead..., hahahaha..."

Above Parmenio, in a valley full of all kinds of corrupt things, Mortarion suddenly laughed. The laughter sounded a little dull through its breathing tube, but it did not affect its joy at all. Typhons was finally dead.

After Typhus died, the loving father gave Mortarion some blessings for some unknown reason, which made Mortarion very happy. Typhus died, and he also received the grace of the loving father. He could definitely dedicate his brothers to the loving father.

Mortarion took a pleasant breath of the breathing tube that was filled with all kinds of strange viruses. Everything was going according to plan. Parmenio and his own brothers were all in his plan. The only thing that went beyond the plan was the death of Typhons. However, this was good news for Mortarion.

"Don't worry, Taifeng, I will avenge you... I will let all my brothers fall into the arms of their loving father, hahahaha..."

Mortarion's laughter echoed throughout the valley, and the surrounding Nurglings noticed his happy mood and began to dance around him.

"How long until Parmenio?"

Wang Ming was sitting in the command post on the bridge. He had now changed into a brand new set of power armor. Half of his previous power armor had been blown into scrap metal in the explosion of the deflagrate prototype gun, and it was also contaminated with Nurgle's virus, which has now been dealt with.

"Captain Wang Ming, there is still one hour left. The fleet is sailing very fast. We will reach Parmenio soon."

Colonel Radulovich replied to Wang Ming that the imperial fleets had already gone to support Parmenio's other worlds, and the remaining federal ships were sailing very fast and could reach Parmenio in just an hour.

"Get the airdrop pod ready. Once we reach Parmenio, drop the first and second regiments on the ground. The other regiments will be quickly deployed to the planet's surface using Thunderhawks and transport planes. We need to quickly take control of Parmenio."

Wang Ming nodded to Colonel Radulovich, and then issued a combat order. Guilliman and Fulgrim also issued combat orders to their own troops. Their troops had been concentrated on the "Sun Bastion" to facilitate combat deployment.

The fleet soon arrived above Parmenio. Colonel Radulovich and some mortal crew members operating the ship carefully controlled the sailing direction of the "Sun Bastion" to prevent it from getting too close to Parmenio, in order to prevent the mass of the "Sun Bastion" from affecting the world of Parmenio.

However, the other fleets did not have such concerns. They docked directly on the Parmenio world. A large number of space capsules fell from the fleet to the Parmenio world. These were the airdrop capsules of the traversers. They would be distributed in various areas of the Parmenio world to fight.

The space capsule of the "Solar Fortress" was also launched towards the world of Parmenio. Those airdrop capsules were larger than ordinary airdrop capsules. They were a kind of cargo airdrop capsule, which was specially used to deliver large amounts of military supplies to the surface of the planet. There were no Astartes airdrop capsules on the "Solar Fortress", so it could only use this kind of cargo airdrop capsule. Although its carrying capacity was very strong, it did not have a buffering reverse thrust device for personnel when entering the atmosphere, only a simple and crude reverse thruster.

If this kind of cargo airdrop pod were allowed to be used by mortals, it would definitely be a murder. The acceleration of more than ten Gs and the impact force of the reverse thrusters when landing would definitely turn the mortals who dared to carry it into a pile of mosaics. Only superhumans like Astartes can use it.

"Captain..."

In a cargo airdrop cabin, Ye Fan looked at Hu Jin who was sitting opposite him and wanted to say something to him.

"what?"

Hu Jin looked at Ye Fan in front of him and asked him using the built-in communicator in the helmet.

"You say, isn't this airdrop capsule a bit too big?"