Cav: DIO (Reaper4) vs Typhus the Traveler (KreigAstartis)

The citizens of the Imperium know full well that their lives will one day end and that many of their number will live with disease or other torments in the meantime, yet they drive this knowledge deep into the corners of their minds and bury it with dreams and ceaseless activity. Nurgle is the embodiment of that knowledge and the unconscious response to it. He is the hidden fear of disease and decay, the gnawing truth of morality and the power of defiance that it generates." - Codex: Chaos Daemons (6th ed.), pg 14

Realm of Chaos: The Lost and the Damned, page 185:

As you can imagine this is a casual feat which has I calced in a different debate. However I used a low ball estimate based on the number of space marines mass and without the actual drop pod itself. As you know Space Marines are launched out at extremely fast speeds. Which should be comparable to the speed of the Orion Capsule as an estimate for speed value(which is 25000 mph or 11176) . Next is weight. Space Marines weigh between 500 and 1000 kgs. So a mid ball would be around 750 kgs. 12 Space Marines can fit inside a drop pod as per technical manual. Drop pods are 14 tonnes. So with the numbers accounted for 11176 ^(2)*23000/2 =1436384224000 joules or 1.436384224 terajoules. Which is 343.3 tons of tnt. Or multi city block level.

The monster was huge, clad in what had once been Terminator armour, but was now a buzzing, festering exoskeleton. Flies swarmed from the funnels above his shoulders and the lesions in the corrupted ceramite. His single-horned helmet transformed the being’s final human traces into the purely daemonic. His grip on his giant scythe was relaxed.

-Warhammer 40k: Treacheries of the Space Marines: The Carrion Anthem

Typhus was swelled with arcane power, larger even than the company of Terminators that served him, dwarfing Azrael. His armour was covered with a sheen of pale green mucus that glistened on plates scabbed like torn flesh, ceramite vambraces and pauldrons scaled like flaking eczema. In places ragged weaves of adamantium mail covered breaches in the plate, which sported a profusion of reinforced bonding studs. Bony growths grew through cracks in the plate. His once-knightly armour was adorned with a single forehead horn, his cheek guards inset with two half-censer breathing gills that leaked olive-coloured vapour.

-Warhammer 40k: The Unforgiving

He outlasted all other candidates in the toxin-trials and marathon endurance contests Legion aspirants were subjected to.

-Warhammer 40k: Death Guard Codex 9th Edition

Swelling in size, his skin and armour bonded. Great pestilential funnels grew from his body, spewing forth a miasma of destruction. Typhus had become the Host of the Destroyer Hive.

-Warhammer 40k: Death Guard Codex 8th Edition

When the Death Guard were trapped in the warp on the route to Terra, and all were subjected to the horrors of the Destroyer Plague, Typhus absorbed the full power of the disease. He is now a walking incubation chamber for one of Nurgle's most deadly viruses, and some believe his body has long since been consumed by it, his armour animated by some combination of Typhus' intractable will and the pestilence itself. Whatever the truth, the act of taking the disease within himself swelled Typhus' body enormously in size.

-Warhammer 40k: Death Guard Codex 9th Edition

Like Ignatius Grulgor before him becoming the Eater of Life, Calas Typhon would now forever be the undying Typhus, the Herald of the Destroyer Plague. Suspended by dark sorcery in the place between the decay of disease and new bloom of life, he was the embodiment of the Death Guard ideal: indestructible and ever-enduring. But what a grave price he had paid to achieve that status.

-Warhammer 40k: The Buried Dagger

Since that day, Typhus has visited a hundred thousand diseases upon the Imperium. The Destroyer Plague is without doubt the most virulent of all, though its vector of daemonic insects means that it is of limited use when infecting entire systems.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

Over ten thousand years Typhus has brought Nurgle's Rot and the Destroyer Hive to countless worlds. Seven times seven times seven Tallymen have dedicated their lives to counting all the billions slain in his wars. Even with so many dedicated to the purpose, there are still three thousand years of Typhus' conquests that are yet to be catalogued, with more needing to be tallied with each passing year.

-Warhammer 40k: Death Guard Codex 9th Edition

The most feared of all the Plague Fleet commanders is Typhus. From his ancient warship the Terminus Est, Typhus had led countless attacks against the Imperium, spreading contagion and misery on scores of worlds.

-Warhammer 40k: Chaos Space Marines Codex 3rd Edition

When the crimson legions of Khorne invaded the garden and cut down every living thing they could find, it was Typhus who coordinated the Garden’s defence, leading the final charge of buzzing Plague Drones and slug-like Beasts at Bubbling Gully. At the climax of the battle, Typhus overcame the gigantic Daemon Prince that led the Khornate Legions, slowly but surely crippling the dog-headed monstrosity with ever more virulent plagues until he was able to best him in single combat and take his guts as a gift for Nurgle’s cauldron.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

Typhus tapped the haft of his great scythe once on the floor, and the strands of smoke and coalesced. A second tap and the chamber was empty. The Herald of Nurgle was elsewhere.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

Typhus stood in a well built communications trench and to either side, Cadian soldiers gaped at him in surprise.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

The plague stirred within him and poured out, as a black cloud of Nurgle-marked flies swarmed around the doomed Cadians.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

Some of them were dying of blight even before Typhus's bellow of rage sounded and boiled their flesh into puddles of diseased matter.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

In his wake, the dead and the wounded swelled with pustules before bursting to unleash more plague flies. This battlefield was now a place of death in more ways than one. The diseases that had taken root would spread, and what was once a defensive strong point was now a festering wound.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

‘Read it,’ Corvus said, and braced himself.

‘Greetings, Imperials. This is the Terminus Est.’

Typhus entered the strategium as the ship emerged into the real space of the Ligetan system.Typhus moved his bulk towards the main oculus. They were already close enough to see the swarm of Imperial cruisers and defence satellites. ‘How many are on attack trajectories?’ Typhus asked. He knew the answer, but he wanted the satisfaction of hearing it. The officer looked twice at his hololithic display, as if he doubted the reports he was receiving. ‘None,’ he said after a moment. ‘And how many are targeting us?’ Another brief silence. ‘None.’.....The strategium was bathed in the music of disease. Across multiple channels came the same noise, a unified chaos of millions upon millions of throats singing in a single choir. The melody was a simple, sustained, multi-note chord of doom. It became the accompaniment to the view outside the Terminus Est, and now the movement of the fleet was the slow ballet of entropy and defeat. Typhus watched two cruisers follow their unalterable routes until they collided. One exploded, its fireball the expanding bloom of a poisonous flower. The other plunged towards Ligeta’s atmosphere, bringing with it the terrible gift of its weapons payload and shattered reactor......He had put up no resistance to being infected with the new plague. Typhus was particularly proud of it. The parasitic warp worm laid its eggs in the bloodstream and attacked the brain. It spread itself from mind to mind by the transmission of its idea, and the idea travelled on a sound – a special sound, a song that was an incantation that thinned the walls between reality and the immaterium, and taught itself to all who had ears to hear.

-Warhammer 40k: Treacheries of the Space Marines: The Carrion Anthem

Less than a day after his arrival, Typhus witnessed the apotheosis of his art. The entire planet was one voice. The anthem, the pestilence; the anthem that was pestilence, had become the sum total of existence on Ligeta. Its population lived for a single purpose. The purity was electrifying.

-Warhammer 40k: Treacheries of the Space Marines: The Carrion Anthem

Death lurked in the toxic miasma surrounding Typhus and his men. With a thought he drew in the vapours, weaving them into questing arms, and sent them spearing towards the Space Marines. They arrowed towards the weak points of their armour, attacking their breathing masks and the softer insides of their elbow and knee joints. The warriors carried on firing for a second, until their seals dissolved and the disease-laden air infiltrated their war suits. They collapsed, clawing at their throats, blood fountaining out of breathing grilles.

-Warhammer 40k: Dark Imperium: Plague War

The Land Raiders' engines growled, and they rolled backwards, putting distance between themselves and the attack, continually firing on the Death Guard as they formed a second line deeper down the main transit way. Typhus walked into their fire fearlessly. Lascannon blasts caromed off his energy shielding. He held up his hand again. Air rippled about his fist. Energy crackled around his fingers and he swung his arm violently aside. A Land Raider slammed into the wall, tracks squealing. Typhus squeezed closed his fist and the tank crumpled, shattered plates of armour banging off the walls and knocking loyal men down.

-Warhammer 40k: Dark Imperium: Plague War

‘So have you.’ Typhon showed yellowed teeth in a feral smile. ‘I know you have been courting the knowledge that your father forbade.’ He waved a hand. ‘The whispers in the dusk, they talk to one another, did you not know? You are walking the same path as I, only I am far ahead of you.’ The warrior chuckled. ‘But in fairness, I was set on that road from the day I took my first breath. Born to it, you might say.’

-Warhammer 40k: The Buried Dagger

The primarch scowled at the suggestion behind those words. The witchery he so detested ran strong in Typhon’s blood, a legacy that his First Captain had refused to completely eschew, much to Mortarion’s displeasure. ‘Why return to us now? You broke away from the Legion, took your own fleet to seek… What? Answers?’

-Warhammer 40k: The Buried Dagger

Typhon dived at the daemon’s throat and tore it open with his bare hands, ripping it away as if he were skinning an animal kill. Through the gash he made came a detonation of black, screaming motes – a hurricane swarm of shining flies that blasted outward and engulfed the First Captain, hitting him with enough force to knock him off his feet.....Acting on instinct, Mortarion slammed Silence into the deck and used it to hook himself there as the howling gale of insects swept over and around him. He felt thousands of tiny razor-sharp mandibles biting into every inch of his exposed skin, and the burn of acidic venom in his blood. Turning his face away, the primarch glimpsed coiled clouds of the swarm breaking apart and diving upon the survivors of his Deathshroud and Typhon’s Grave Wardens, attacking both sides alike. The flies feasted on them, eating in through the soft tissues of their bodies and the jelly of their eyes. Even those sealed tight inside their battleplate could not escape, as the warp-tainted insects seemed to be able to pass through the tiniest of apertures in search of meat to chew upon.

-Warhammer 40k: The Buried Dagger

Typhon had some of their blood in his veins for he possessed of formidable latent psychic powers that made him especially valuable as a recruit.

-Warhammer 40k: Chaos Space Marines Codex 4th Edition

Though he nurtured his own psychic potential before joining the Death Guard, and aspired to become an Epistolary of the Legion, he suppressed his natural talents in line with Mortarion's wishes when the Primarch disbanded the Death Guard's Librarius early in the Legion's history.

-Warhammer 40k: Death Guard Codex 9th Edition

‘You have become the host of the Destroyer Hive, and that gives you considerable power,’ said Layak. ‘Your voice echoes far in the warp and there is one you must help me call.’

-Warhammer 40k: The First Wall

Now the Traveller is even more animated, stomping from side to side, gripping his scythe tightly, sending the clouds spilling and slewing around his every move. ‘

-Warhammer 40k: The Lords of Silence

Typhus strode through the miasma, his dread scythe swinging before him in an unstoppable figure eight that reaped men with terrifying ease.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

Their officers rushed at him. Their finely-crafted power swords raised, but each was dismembered in turn.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

Like a leviathan of legend. The Herald killed men by the dozens and then by the hundreds.

-Warhammer 40k: Warlords of the Dark Millennium: Typhus

Azrael wasted no time and leapt up the last few steps, swinging the Sword of Secrets at the head of the bloated Terminator. The haft of Typhus’s scythe – Manreaper – met the Heavenfall blade, turning aside the ancient weapon with a sickening thud like a hammer on bone. Azrael struck again, cutting low, then high, each attack met with haft or blade of the daemon-infused scythe. ‘I will not allow you to bring forth the evil of our past,’ Azrael spat as he stepped back, seeking a fresh approach. He lanced his sword point-first at Typhus’s gut but was again denied by the slashing blade of his foe. ‘There is no place for it here.’ Typhus counter-attacked, smashing the butt of Manreaper into Azrael’s chest. The blow took him by surprise, knocking him back several steps, almost pushing him from the dais. ‘I do not care for your past evils,’ Typhus replied, his humour gone. ‘It is you that must be stopped. The Plagueheart will be freed.’ Azrael did not understand, and threw up the Sword of Secrets as the scythe blade cut towards his throat, deflecting the blow over his head. He riposted, lunging hard, but the edge of his blade simply glanced from the thick plate of Typhus’s left pauldron. ‘You deny your plotting with the accursed renegades of our Legion?’ Azrael crashed the Sword of Secrets against Typhus’s armour, ichor spraying from the wound it opened up. ‘You bear the key to the Plagueheart’s prison, so I allowed them to bring you to me.’ Azrael leapt aside as Manreaper swung down, its blade carving a furrow through the stone where he had been stood an instant before. ‘I will take that which was promised to me so long ago.’ Azrael turned aside his foe’s next swipe and smashed his shoulder into Typhus’s midriff, creating enough separation to cut the Sword of Secrets across the Chaos lord’s chest. Armour split like stretched skin, spilling dark, thick fluid....‘I will not be denied again!’ he raged. Typhus lumbered into a run, barrelling towards Azrael. The Supreme Grand Master raised his sword to receive the charge. Teeth gritted, his eyes on the gleaming tip of Manreaper, he watched the scythe blade descend. The world disappeared. In the blink of an eye, Azrael knew that he was elsewhere.

-Warhammer 40k: The Unforgiving

He gave no obvious command, but without warning a dozen other hazy forms burst from the shadows of the chamber and set forth to attack the Deathshroud. They were members of the First Captain’s ‘specialist’ detail, the fighters he called his Grave Wardens, and not one of them moved to engage their primarch. That duel, it seemed, was only for Mortarion and his old friend.

-Warhammer 40k: The Buried Dagger

Typhus raised his arms. In his right hand appeared an enormous scythe, its crooked blade a long shard of iron that shone with dark power.

-Warhammer 40k: The Unforgiving

A manreaper blade – a sibling weapon to those held by his Deathshroud – cut the psyker in half with a diagonal downward stroke. Bloody segments tumbled to the floor, the brief enclosed storm dying as suddenly as its creator.

-Warhammer 40k: The Buried Dagger

Manreaper: This lethal instrument of death is shaped like a gigantic scythe. The Manreaper is both a Daemon Weapon and a Force weapon.

-Warhammer 40k: Chaos Space Marines Codex 3rd Edition

Swelling in size, his skin and armour bonded. Great pestilential funnels grew from his body, spewing forth a miasma of destruction. Typhus had become the Host of the Destroyer Hive.

-Warhammer 40k: Death Guard Codex 8th Edition

Death lurked in the toxic miasma surrounding Typhus and his men. With a thought he drew in the vapours, weaving them into questing arms, and sent them spearing towards the Space Marines. They arrowed towards the weak points of their armour, attacking their breathing masks and the softer insides of their elbow and knee joints. The warriors carried on firing for a second, until their seals dissolved and the disease-laden air infiltrated their war suits. They collapsed, clawing at their throats, blood fountaining out of breathing grilles.

-Warhammer 40k: Dark Imperium: Plague War