Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 107 The Devil Attacks, Part 3
On the battlefield, the nauseating stench that drives people crazy rushes straight to the tip of their noses, from their nasal cavity to their heads, making even the brains of mortals tremble.

The nuns began to prepare prayer words in the rear. They needed to prepare more than three rounds of praise and hymns to borrow his great power from the Emperor.

Although Taylor was unsure whether the Emperor would respond, they had to trust the Sisters if they wanted to survive.

Taylor sighed, watching the enemy advance on the continuous front. Many of the technologies that the Empire should be proud of were ineffective against them.

Although cannons and bullets can "kill" them, or make them "disappear" temporarily, their effect is extremely poor.

Even a single zombie might cost 3-5 bullets, but what about those infantry troops wearing rotting, black, rusty armor, bloated green Unclean Ones, and rotten slug-like Nurgle Beasts?

Those things need a team to concentrate their firepower for ten seconds, almost instantly destroying all their flesh, otherwise those corrupted bodies will heal quickly.

It can be said that this is the most powerful enemy Taylor has encountered so far. It is different from the powerful Space Marines. To be precise, Space Marines are not designed to deal with large numbers of enemies, they are the spearhead.

In comparison, those demons are like rotten hammers flowing with sticky liquid, sweeping away countless enemies. They can be regarded as the nemesis of the imperial soldiers!

Whether it's the toxins or the mucus, the hard-to-kill body or the disgusting stench, the ugly appearance and the tainted posture, all of them quickly bring people to the critical point of their spirit.

Taylor put on a makeshift mask, smeared with holy oil blessed by the Pope, which can protect against some diseases, but it has become sticky and stuffy.

With the repeated ravages of the exhaled hot air and the added influence of the corrupt atmosphere here, this thing will soon become no better than the battlefield itself.

After he fired a few times with plasma, the cloths were useless. He took off the waste, insulted the state religion a few times, and put his strength here while continuing to fire.

Several Nurgle beasts were gradually annihilated in the plasma, and even powerful demons were exiled back to the warp after their bodies were over-consumed.

The way those things turned into ash-like things after death and then gradually dissipated was impressive, but there were more demons that kept coming.

Those tiny green Nurglings bounded forward, and Taylor had no doubt they could tear open mortal flesh.

Meanwhile, the Unclean, those humanoid monsters, were throwing the swollen flesh from their rotten stomachs at the Imperial Guard.

That thing is like a viral version of a shrapnel mine. Just being infected with it will cause a loyal person to rot quickly.

At first, the exposed skin began to fester, and then it quickly spread to half of the body. Basically, the only way to stop the disease from progressing was to quickly cut off the flesh.

Therefore, Taylor almost immediately dealt with the throwers out of fear, hoping that those disgusting things would never touch him in his lifetime.

It's just that those things have broken through the barricades and barbed wire used to defend vehicles, and physical means of defense and attack are quite boring and ridiculous to them.

Nurglings can pass through narrow gaps, the Unclean can ignore physical pain, and the huge Beasts of Nurgling will simply crush them.

Then most of the obstacles will disappear, as if they have been absorbed into its greedy body.

Taylor almost screamed out in despair. "Damn it!"

Then he raised his likard and slashed at an approaching Nurgling. He had no hope of killing the monster, but now the blade easily pierced its body.

Normally, the sharp limbs of lice can do this.

But what surprised Taylor was not this, but the fact that after his blade cut through the enemy, the thing quickly let out an abnormal scream, then turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

He looked at his weapon in disbelief, and at the same time, he used the same method to easily kill an unclean being, a thing with a bloated body that looked like a rotten corpse.

The soldiers noticed the miracle at Taylor's place, and they marveled and praised it, calling it the Emperor's Apparition.

But only Taylor understood that this was not the case.

The Zerg had dealt with demons before and were familiar with them. They had engraved the will of the Great Devourer into their bodies, allowing each individual to kill those things.

But demons don't have biomass, so they shouldn't be interested. It's just that those warp creatures also feed on mortal emotions and beliefs. In other words...

A Zerg swarm attacks a Chaos-controlled world, and then those madmen summon demons, and the demonic forces fight the Zerg swarm?

But looking at the result, the insects probably adapted to the new enemies once again, and their tentacles devoured the world completely.

The good news is that the demons are not invincible. The bad news is that those who defeat them are also enemies of the empire.

Taylor looked at the blade in his hand and smiled bitterly. Behemoth, Zerg, Demon, Chaos Space Marine, Greenskin, Eldar, and Undead.

He knows them like the back of his hand.

He took a deep breath of the rotten, fermented air and said pessimistically, "Everyone will die one day."

"Whether it's light or heavy, let me have a few more burial objects..."

He wields the blade with skills comparable to those of a master swordsman, but the core of his skills comes from the struggle between death and survival, as well as the fantasies of a large number of greenskins about his power.

After all, they think Taylor should be very waaagh.

In the rapid melee, the unclean ones fell quickly, but his honor was not only witnessed by the imperial warriors, but also by those huge filthy slugs.

A huge Nurgle beast charged forward. It was hard to imagine that it could move so fast in such a short burst of power. It was like a small fat armored vehicle with a green and filthy trail sliding out of its butt.

With a somewhat ridiculous grunting roar, the huge force even caused some of the Nurglings in front of it to be knocked all over the place, breaking apart in mid-air and turning into new poison gas bombs.

Taylor was amazed. Who said that Nurgle's demons couldn't do anything? This was comparable to the greenskins!

Then immediately try to dodge the impact while pointing your likart at the enemy.

In a flash, Taylor's arm brushed against the cold, disgusting, sticky flesh, and then he rubbed his elbow in disgust.

How come there is still juice in that thing!

But although the monster was cut open, it did not die. It turned its head in pain, forcing Taylor to face it.

However, Taylor had now hidden behind a cover and it was difficult for him to move around. Unless he could fly like a Space Marine, he would definitely not be able to dodge.

He closed his eyes bitterly, he didn't expect that he would be "huggled" to death by such a thing.

Suffocating in that sticky, disgusting liquid and fat?
He almost vomited, indescribable emotions crept into his heart, otherwise he might as well commit suicide by shooting himself!

The huge monster began to accelerate, and at the same time, a large amount of green mucus came out of its mouth, which contained white maggots and other messy things.

"F*ck!" Taylor rarely swears, but he really can't hold it back now.

He raised his laser weapon, hesitating whether to fire it at the enemy or aim it at his own head.

After thinking for a millionth of a second, his desire to survive finally took over.

He weakly shot at the thing, shot, and shot. Although it howled continuously, the huge body did not stop!

At the critical moment, Roland aimed his molten metal at the Nurgle beast. The flashing heat made the entire behemoth emit a foul smell and sizzling sound, like a wet steak being put into a hot oil pan.

But with only half a body, it still relies on inertia to move forward quickly!
Taylor closed his eyes, and the next moment, bright light appeared in front of him.

The battle sister, Ms. Letlina, fell from the sky holding a small flamethrower and a one-handed chainsword. There was a silver-white light flashing around her, and her eyes were kind and complex.

At that moment, Taylor seemed to see white wings behind her, and he could not understand how she appeared here!
In an instant, the burning flames and roaring chainsaws tore the half-headed monster apart. Hundreds of combat nuns ran forward from behind, chanting holy words and firing at the demon!
Taylor breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the huge corpse, and asked worriedly, "Are you still you?"

The light on the girl's body disappeared at this moment. She smiled, half lowered her body, helped Taylor, who had fallen down due to fear, and said.

"I just went to see my father, my friend."

"He told me there was no need to be afraid."

"The light has come, the night is going away."

　I can't even save any drafts these days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)