Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 108 The Emperor's Daughter
Taylor never thought that the Emperor's miracle would appear before him. The dimmed light was still faintly visible around the nuns, but those great beliefs could not dispel his innate bad luck.

Secondly, he is not clean, at least according to the standards of the empire. He is still far from being truly pure and loyal. No, he is far from it!
He had a brief alliance with the heretic xenos and used their weapons. The Emperor's faith could not possibly fall on him.

And he must spend his whole life searching for ways to survive in this cruel world.

Therefore, he was certain and deeply understood that he could not rely on the nuns for the rest of his life, but now it seemed that there was no one here who could deal with the demons better than them.

Watching crazy women with flamethrowers or explosive chainsaws dealing with those things like cutting melons and vegetables.

The weapons that were originally ineffective suddenly became effective, causing the demons to fall like straw.

This greatly boosted the morale of the Imperial Guards, and the loyalists wearing brown uniforms issued by the local religious world recited battlefield oaths frantically.

In a strong religious atmosphere, the roar of ray shooting and tank main guns began to push back the front line that was defiled by the devil.

The rotten, dead, and dilapidated things were all crushed by the powerful force of the empire. Even Taylor had to let Ferenstein start.

He sat in his beloved car and watched the counterattack begin. The nuns in power armor advanced tirelessly, and the pretty girls slaughtered those things with chainswords and bombs.

When their silver-white hair was stained with dirt and filth, a different kind of beauty burst out from the bodies of those nuns, but no one would have any evil thoughts about them.

After all, a roaring chainsword can cut through Nurgle demons like butter, and it can also cut off yours.

However, it may be a psychological effect. After those nuns joined the front line, the suffocating stench on the entire battlefield was alleviated a lot.

Taylor thought so, and then Ferenstein followed the nuns forward. After all, it seemed that they were the safest people now.

He felt sad for his cowardice, but when several bright flash bombs fell from the sky, Taylor immediately shouted, "Don't look outside!"

Now even the nun was hit, but Taylor actually dodged it. To be precise, the combat effectiveness of Class 15 is still maintained.

The flash emitted an unpleasant sonic boom and roar, enough to make people dizzy and nauseous, and at the moment of the explosion, it made the fully armed and strong-willed nuns hesitate.

It comes from the Space Marines, to be more precise the Traitor Space Marines, the Chaos Space Marines, those sons of the Emperor who left ten thousand years ago, the Death Guard.

Taylor knew all about the dark green guys as they came down in their flight packs.

He estimated that those guys had no idea that the mortals here could still move. The Plague Fleet obviously underestimated him, otherwise they would never have fallen behind.

Perhaps because he was too familiar with those damned heretics, Taylor's fear was not as strong as usual.

Ferenstein's engine never stopped. The moment the first Space Marine fell, the huge armored vehicle hit him and instantly crushed his waist.

First, the violent collision and sharp corners destroyed the ceramic steel that was comparable to armor, and then the tracks crushed the parts that lacked armor protection.

With a clear "click" sound, a Death Guard leaking mucus was easily dealt with.

This sudden change made the Space Marines in the sky afraid to descend, and also bought time for the nuns to cheer up.

They raised their weapons vigilantly and began to fight back, forcing the Space Marines to start looking for new opportunities to attack.

Letlina said gratefully. "Your vigilance and sensitivity saved us once again, just like in that forest world." Taylor climbed out of the armored vehicle in terror and replied. "No, it was their carelessness and arrogance towards mortals that got them killed."

"But I still didn't expect..." He glanced at the shattered corpse under the tracks. Space Marine?
Under the cracked helmet of the thing, a spider-like head was revealed, with strange mouthparts and twisted limbs, and its body was covered with abnormal fur.

If this thing can be called a Space Marine, then the demons look kind and benevolent.

The Sister said, "The mutation has completely changed them. Their gene-seed is like a ticking time bomb. It's hard to imagine them remaining loyal to Chaos under such circumstances."

Taylor emphasized. "I don't want to be like this."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and saw the scene he least wanted to see.

A huge mountain was moving forward, a dark green, swollen, giant creature almost 30 meters high. To be precise, it was not a creature at all.

The Great Unclean One walked forward with his slow, twisted steps. He held a huge fork made of rotten metal in his hand, and a disgusting mouth was split open on his abdomen. His ridiculous movements looked even a little silly.

But beneath his feet were tens of thousands of demons, zombies, and those space marines, or a few sufficiently filthy demon engines.

Ugly and disgusting, the stench of decay covered the sky, and thick green clouds seemed like they would drop sticky poisonous rain at any time.

Taylor looked at the behemoth in despair, because the thunder that the empire was proud of, those huge earth-shaking cannons were like ridiculous raindrops.

He simply waved his arms to disperse the attacks from the heavy bombs, and his huge body acted like a protective umbrella, hiding some of the elite soldiers underneath.

The thick and sticky fat or mucus mixture is amazingly defensive against bombs and heavy material warheads. High-explosive bombs and armor-piercing bullets can only cause small penetration into the tough meat paste.

Under the terrifying power of the warp, he easily ejected the warhead and continued to move forward in a ridiculous and funny manner. Neither the tank main gun nor the heavy artillery could stop him.

Taylor watched in despair as the thing approached.

But Letlina said, "The Emperor has never given up on us!"

"And I can sense that powerful and loyal people are approaching."

Taylor cursed. "But how is this possible! From what I know and believe, who else but the legendary Demon-Slaying Angel could slay such a terrifying Unholy King of Nurgle?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an abnormal yellow light flashed, and on the rotten and scorched ground and soil, four figures in silver-white power armor stabilized in the heat and light emitted by the teleportation beacon.

They were armed with heavy thunder hammers, power swords and the most elite storm bombs, and their huge terminator armor gleamed on the gloomy battlefield infested with demons.

Taylor was speechless for a moment, and at the same time began to wonder if he still had the talent of a crow's mouth?

For those four giants were the Emperor's angels, the apostles of the great Malcador, who walked the heavens in the name of Ash...

Gray Knight.

　No readers have picked any mistakes recently, and I suddenly feel so lonely (not really)
　　
　
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