Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 109 Gray Knight

They are humanity's last shield, and he is humanity's last sword.

When this voice sounded, all demons were destroyed. He was the Emperor's last gift to mankind, and the God-Emperor's last protection to mankind.

They are kind, good, loyal, but also cruel, ruthless, and rational.

It was an indestructible shield against the incoming darkness.

It is also a sharp blade forged in despair of fate.

They are the Emperor's legacy from his conquest of the galaxy, and his gift to the Humanity he failed to protect.

The last gift.

The silver armor sparkles brightly, and the power sword in his hand kills demons and monsters, slays heretics, and breaks evil spirits.

The blade suddenly rose and the bomb roared.

The demon was like a ridiculous chick, easily killed by the silver-plated power sword, and the smell of blood and decay was wiped out by its psychic power.

The Emperor's Angel, the Guardian, the Hope of Mankind.

But Taylor didn't look happy or joyful.

Because in the Empire, witnessing a demon is a sin, a grave sin.

When mortals see this, their souls need to be purified through death. Even if they are still alive, they need to be brainwashed and suggested, and their reproductive ability needs to be chemically castrated.

Taylor believed he wasn't one of those who would be killed. Although he didn't consider himself a hero, he was still a warrior of some renown. But would he castrate himself...

He was quite uneasy. After all, those guys were Grey Knights. How could he deal with Space Marines who had been corrupted for hundreds of years, had forgotten how to fight, and whose bodies were highly mutated and rotten?

But can they still deal with the elite psychic terminators who have been fighting against demons and heretics for hundreds of years and have experienced countless battles?

This is not just a question mark, it can even be said that if Taylor really injures a Grey Knight and escapes, then he will have to consider joining the circle of his "old friends".

Betray the Empire...

This thought flashed through his mind. He had never thought about it before. After all, he just wanted to live a life with his wife and children and a warm bed.

He never realized that he might be forced to take up arms one day.

He looked at those giant space marines in fear, fearing that those supermen wearing Terminator armor would conduct a religious trial on him.

But when one of the soldiers saw the body under Ferenstein's tracks, he raised his head and glanced at Taylor, whose pupils were constricted.

His rapid movements were a bit too fast for mortals, and in previous encounters with Space Marines, both the Ultramarines Sergeant and the wolf cub would slow down their bodies when interacting with him.

Now it seemed that the Space Marine's movements were like pressing the video acceleration button, but his first words left Taylor confused.

"Come to help, the Inquisition."

Taylor subconsciously touched the rose knot inside his clothes on his chest. Is this because of this?
Did he perhaps consider himself a member of the Inquisition? No, since he had been awarded the Rosette, he could be considered an agent.

Sister Letlina was also called over. "Come with us, Sister."

He sighed. At least he wasn't afraid of being attacked by the Grey Knights at the end of the battle. But now he could only let Franstan follow the Grey Knights forward.

Taylor was quite pessimistic about this. He realized that he would have to face endless demons, but compared to the usual lonely battles, today he had the protection of the legendary Grey Knights.

It's like finding a big brother during a fight.

Then he saw a fight that was like a meat grinder.

Those warriors moved quickly, even extremely quickly, whether they were the Terminator Armor or the Grey Knight himself. In comparison, those stupid and slow demons looked like ridiculous clowns.

The huge and heavy appearance of the Terminator Armor did not hinder their movements at all.

The silver-white blade twisted and turned, and the stance of destruction hissed as it cut into the demon's flesh.

They were as easy and fast as the legendary Eldar, with enhanced power swords and flashing psychic energy, destroying the enemy's formation like a whirlwind.

Taylor would occasionally raise his weapon to finish off the remaining demons, using tracks or guns.

At the same time, most of the demons who tried to approach Franstan could not escape the attacks of the Battle Sisters.

This made Taylor's work very comfortable for a while. He only needed to drink tea and read newspapers inside Ferenstein to solve most problems.

He still didn't understand where the Grey Knights needed support until a muffled engine roared and a disgusting quadrupedal machine charged in. It was supported by four severely decayed mechanical legs, with a humanoid figure embedded on top, only the upper body, and the severely ulcerated skin exuding disgusting filth. Its face, like a giant's, was barely discernible.

Taylor immediately picked up Roland's Melta and fired at the thing, while Ferenstein's ramming horn successfully cut half of its body.

A large amount of strange mucus flowed out of the metal that seemed to be still burning, and the thing began to twitch weakly.

It was a demon engine, an engine powered by demons. Beneath the metal were living individuals, powered by the endless power of the warp.

Damn it!
You can really see everything during this period!
First the Sisters, then the Grey Knights, and now it seems there are Daemon Engines and Daemon Armies.

As the battle intensified, Taylor was now less than two hundred meters away from the Great Unclean One. The huge mountain of flesh gave Taylor an even greater sense of oppression than the Titan.

Of course, this does not mean that he is more powerful than the Titan. On the contrary, it is because he is too "small" that he has a stronger "sense of reality" than the Titan, which is twice his size.

After all, the Titan looks like two huge iron legs when you look at it up close, but this guy is a real giant monster!

The thing was waving a huge fork and vomiting a lot of mucus from its abdomen. The stuff flew everywhere and splashed on Frenstein, and he could hear the armor making a crackling sound under the heavy burden.

A Battle Sister would be killed by such an attack, and even a Grey Knight would die if hit head-on.

In contrast, the huge thing just moved forward happily, with countless plague flies hovering above its head, and its feet were filled with Nurgle beasts and disgusting plague walkers, little unclean ones.

Green sky and rotten ground, just the passing of this team is enough to make the place barren for hundreds of years.

The stench and disgusting smell were so heavy for the first time, making Taylor hesitate for a long time.

But the Grey Knight said, "What are you daydreaming about, mortal commander!"

"Order the artillery to fire at the enemy!"

In a moment of panic, Taylor climbed out of the car and fired a smoke launcher from a makeshift beacon gun at the monsters.

Powered by the gunpowder base, a flare flew over several hundred meters, and the sharp tip of the front end penetrated into the arm of the Great Unclean One.

Soon, a red smoke rose from his arm. He wanted to pry those things off, but soon, countless artillery shells fell like rain.

Each explosion represented the Emperor's wrath, the roar of death and mighty power, and in every high-explosive shell and every armor-piercing round, the massive amount of artillery fire was enough to turn anything into a hornet's nest.

Because of the impact, Taylor maintained the posture of shooting at the demon for a long time, allowing some of the imperial mortal troops who followed from behind to witness the wonderful scene.

People saw the hero inflict heavy damage on the demon and shouted at the same time.

"Oh my god! He actually got so close to the demon just to guide the artillery fire!"

But how could the unclean fall because of this?

The smell of sulfur made the stench even stronger, and the angry giant walked quickly towards Frenstein with the pace of war.

Even though he was riddled with wounds, the power of his loving father still allowed his rotten flesh to heal.

Taylor's face was grim, and he screamed like a scream, "Run!"

The Frenstein engine started up, and this scene seemed to be played out on countless battlefields, but the Grey Knight spoke calmly.

"As planned, the Sister will join us in clearing out the demons and repairing the Warp rifts, while the Baron who survived will delay the Great Unclean One!"

Letlina asked worriedly. "But he's only mortal."

The Grey Knight raised his weapon and advanced towards his enemy, replying, "To be so favored by all the powers that be, he is no ordinary man."

“And we just have to do our part.”

He said seriously, "Letrina, are you ready?"

"To seal the warp, sacrifice your loyal blood, and die in exchange for the survival of this place?"

Letlina's pretty face was stained with a lot of dirt and embers, the smell of blood or death. Looking at the endless demon army emerging from the cracks, she raised her chainsaw sword and pointed it at her heart.

"Any time, my lord."

"I will use my own methods to protect this world, my hometown."

"If I could use my delicate soul to save billions of people."

(End of this chapter)