Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 105 The Devil Attacks, Part 1
The undeserved fame still came, like something that could not be shaken off, gnawing at his back among the stars.

Perhaps it was because of their fame, or perhaps it was because the Skadi First Redemption Legion was indeed given high hopes, but just a few days later, a hasty and brief order was quickly issued, and they needed to move forward.

Transport planes were launched one after another from the huge Cadian base. They formed a transport cluster like twinkling stars, indicating that this event only happened within the scope of the star system.

It is hard to imagine that a small shuttle of about 30 meters can easily travel across the entire star system.

You have to know that in Taylor's time, people needed to expend national-level power to send people to satellites.

In contrast, the empire's nobles or merchants could spend a small amount of money to travel to nearby worlds like Mars as long as they wanted.

However, most dead worlds are not valuable unless they have rich resources or a special location, and every habitable world is priceless even within the empire.

As Taylor thought this, he saw the light blue gem in the distance. It was similar to Terra, and was beautiful and exquisite enough. Several brown continents were connected to each other, and the ocean formed the main color of this world.

Perhaps this is how the Earth looked to Armstrong, but today, in the 41st millennium of human civilization, it is nothing new.

But as an "old guy" and "inexperienced ancient man", Taylor was almost obsessed with it.

When the transport plane passed through the atmosphere and landed at the starport managed by the Empire, he almost immediately rushed out to taste the air he hadn't seen for several months.

At the top of the entire hive, he jumped off the transport plane, like a nimble rabbit, stretched out his hand, faced the stars, and took a deep breath.

Then a rotten, fermented smell rolled into his nostrils.

"Ahem, tut, tut, tut!"

The smell is like stinky feet mixed with muddy water, fermenting under leather boots and cloth socks, enough to make you wonder if you might get a fungal infection in your lungs.

Taylor opened his eyes, wanting to see what was going on, but he saw trenches everywhere on the vast plains in the distance, with a large number of Imperial Sky Eagle flags flying on the trenches, representing the Emperor.

The heavy Lemanus Crusher was moving forward, and a huge statue of the Emperor, about 60 meters tall, stood on one side of the vast plain, witnessing this long-lasting battle like a god.

The Imperium's enemies are the most vicious Chaos Space Marines.

The cannon fodder was spit out continuously, the tanks kept moving forward, the battle line was continuous, and the trenches covered hundreds of kilometers.

Poison and corruption spread wherever the Chaos Space Marines tread, and those creatures use the power given to them by the gods with unscrupulous will.

Taylor stared at the scenery in amazement. No wonder...

No wonder!
The continents of this world are brown!
It was the color of scorched earth and decay!

He suddenly covered his head with his hands, his thighs began to go weak, and he began to squat with his hands on his head until a friend caught him from behind as he was about to fall.

Her voice was familiar and kind as she said, "What's wrong, Mr. Taylor?"

Taylor looked up, a smile and beautiful silver hair flashing on the Emperor's daughter, the black carapace armor and the chainsword at her waist told him the fate of this person.

Battle Sister.

Letlina!

And he remembered that this person had fought alongside him in the forest world, as well as Catachan.

She now bowed her head and recited a passage from “His Great Bosom.”

"Our Lord is merciful, and from His throne in Heaven He looks down upon all the people, granting us a strong will and a healthy body."

Taylor stood still silently during the chanting, although he just didn't want to continue to behave so embarrassingly.

Letlina asked after she finished her praise. "You were taken away by the Inquisition, and you didn't even attend the celebration. I was worried about you, but it seems you are truly blessed with a long life."

Then she looked at the battlefield, her expression frozen as she said, "This is my home planet, and it's also an important place in the church world."

"This place produces the finest Emperor sculptures in the entire galaxy, and is also home to a Battle Sisterhood."

She cleared her throat and said apologetically, "The Inquisition is related to me. To be more precise, the Sisters of Battle are a state religious organization affiliated with the Inquisition."

"Especially a lady like me who was born into a small convent."

"So what happened to you is my fault..."

Her delicate face showed loss and blame, which made Taylor's good heart struggle and twist. How could he blame someone whose hometown was burning?
If it were him, and his home planet Cadia was being invaded by Chaos, what would he think?
Taylor swallowed, then said, "I bet the Inquisition will find me sooner or later. Such is my fate. No flies bite seamless eggs, ma'am."

The Battle Sister asked. "What are flies?" Taylor replied. "Then don't worry about it. It's hard to explain."

"Anyway, at the moment, it seems that the Inquisition is just the smallest trouble for me."

At this moment the nun laughed. "It seems the rumors are right. You always find trouble."

Taylor rubbed his nose in embarrassment until Tychus came over and called him to an impromptu meeting.

The empire always makes people speechless in this regard, and the meetings make people feel tired. Fortunately, this time there are nuns accompanying me.

When those state church masters in white robes talk condescendingly about so-called honor and responsibility.

Taylor was as distracted as ever. After all, they were all gossiping for the interests of their own camp, and those things could be left to Tychus.

By the end of the meeting, Taylor had only heard a few words.

But he still figured out the situation here.

At first, the Chaos Space Marines' attacks were fierce, but the constant pressure from the local defenders achieved a certain degree of balance in the difficult battle.

Secondly, the Sisters of Battle are tasked with the breakthrough mission, as a seer wielding the Emperor's Tarot predicts that the enemy is tearing open a rift in the Warp and summoning something.

Finally, the Sister stood up, ready to take the oath and judge the troops responsible for assisting her.

When the nun looked at Taylor without surprise, he felt that he was really destined to be involved in such things.

Even though this task was fraught with difficulty, defending the position was not necessarily easy, and Taylor was an expert in dealing with Space Marines.

He has the most experience and the best record, and he is the only one here who can assist the nuns. It can even be said that he is a little conceited.

The nun said seriously, "Let the Stormtroopers provide cover for the breakthrough. By the throne, I will fulfill my mission."

Taylor was stunned for a moment. This was the first time that bad luck had escaped him, but why couldn't he be happy?

No, he definitely didn't want to fight the Chaos Space Marines to death, but he didn't want those nuns to fight to the death either.

After a moment of inner conflict, Taylor suddenly stood up.

"I want to take on this mission and fight for the empire."

He said this with almost all his courage, which made most of the military officers and senior officials of the state religion present look at him with admiration.

They had already heard of the name of Taylor the Loyalist, and now they understood his greatness even more deeply.

But only old Tychus almost knocked the bench over and dropped it on the ground.

He had seen many strange things during this period, some of which were extremely bizarre, while others seemed reasonable, but this time it was the only one that took him completely by surprise.

But he also understood one thing, that is, the current battlefield has not reached the point where Taylor can go. If he goes, the war will directly turn into a big mess!

Tychus said immediately. "No!"

However, just as he finished speaking, a hurried cry for help came from the communicator.

"Haze! So huge, and moving forward! No!" The voice quickly changed from a healthy male voice to a distorted and corrupted sticky long sound.

Taylor looked out the window uneasily, and then, a terrifying giant as huge as the Emperor's Poison Blade was moving forward with overwhelming force, it was like a green hill.

The huge body looked extremely fat, with countless ugly rotten flesh hanging on its body, and there was a huge, gaping mouth in its abdomen.

It is like the embodiment of the god Nurgle, and also a terrifying demon.

Any mortal who witnesses his presence and whose will is unfaithful will feel a headache, wounds on the soles of their feet, and pus flowing from their heads.

Even here, in the meeting room where the Pope of the State Religion sat, many soldiers knelt on the ground and began to vomit, and many strange white worms crawled out of the vomit.

This means one thing, the devil...

The Great Unclean One!
The so-called prophet was still one step too late!
And Taylor only understood one other thing.

This thing might not be the worst. According to his experience, this might just be the beginning...

(End of this chapter)