Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 113 Living Saint, Part 2
The ritual was nearly successful. The Grey Knight recited the final words, and the weakened Letlina fell to the ground, unable to stand.

Her soul will be the final key, and now even the iron-clad Grey Knights have to admire her greatness.

Pure and strong, resilient and kind, such a woman should not have died here, but in order to prevent the spread of the demonic problem, she had to make a sacrifice.

If she refused, the Grey Knight Captain actually had a second plan ready, which was to kill her with a power sword, but she agreed with almost no hesitation.

When she sang praises to the Emperor in exchange for the power to destroy demons, the Grey Knights communicated with her psychically.

He asked her if she would accept a request, which was to save the world with her own life.

She didn't hesitate...

At first, the Grey Knight thought this was because this was her hometown, but after fighting alongside her, the Grey Knight realized that no matter where she was, she would still devote herself like this.

Now, with a final flash of psychic energy, something flew up from Letlina's body and headed towards the warp rift...

The ceremony is complete.

The Grey Knights captain closed the thick volume. After the blue psychic energy dissipated, the subspace rift at the top of the pyramid began to shrink continuously, and soon gradually approached zero.

However, the crack here is still very fragile. If a heretic wants to tear it open again, all it takes is a psychic to hit the wound.

The Grey Knights are now collecting the bodies of Letelina and the other consecrated sisters, preparing to report them as martyrs with the highest honors in the Empire. However, their cause of death can only be marked as sacrifice, and they cannot say anything more to the world.

This was not the first time he had done this, and it probably would not be the last. The Grey Knight had no hesitation or dissatisfaction. He only knew that if he did not do so, it would not only be the world that would be destroyed.

At the same time, he also understood that a vicious guest had arrived.

"Forward, prepare for battle, hinder the traitors! Slaughter the heretics!"

He said seriously.

On the other side, Taylor drove the Ferranstein and retreated continuously. The sudden Chaos support completely disrupted the rhythm of the war, and the Empire's forces were almost surrounded.

Hundreds of Chaos Space Marines and dozens of heavy engines, this scale is enough to take down any fully armed world, but Taylor's body has become weak and fragile due to over-excitement, potions, and wounds.

Ferenstein has become similar to him because of the long war, and the brothers in the 15th squad are also very tired. Taylor is eating the Western roujiamo he has always dreamed of, but now he complains about it.

“I never thought my last meal would be fast food.”

"Honestly speaking, my idea was to drag my old body to a big meal before dying, but I didn't expect that."

The girl from Lightling asked. "Boss, how did you know you were going to die that day? Did you want to commit suicide because you were full?"

Taylor cursed. "It's just a metaphor. How can I make my happy old age sound so terrible to you?"

He cursed with a grin, but he also remembered that his current situation might be better than being hugged to death by a disgusting and filthy demon.

At least those Khorne believers don't turn themselves into zombies, where their heads are stuck on something as decorations...

It doesn’t seem to be much better?
Don’t those guys know what it means that the dead are greater?

But now Taylor understands that he should thank the Emperor for being alive today.

He already owes enough.

Seeing his escape route shrinking, Taylor spoke solemnly into the communicator. "Get ready. Fight to the death."

"Operation codename: Fight to the bitter end!"

"Fire!"

Several Lemanus tanks stopped, and then the Chimera armored vehicles next to them turned around without hesitation. The soldiers in the trenches everywhere began to charge with bayonets in hand, with Frenstein taking the lead.

Such an attack is not something that ordinary Imperial Guards can do, not to mention how much courage it takes, just the fact that they dare to attack Space Marines.

Corsolax angrily scolded the Death Guard commander. "Your cowardice and weakness have emboldened those dogs. Once they taste our blood, they'll know we'll be bitten to death too."

He angrily grasped the Death Guard Captain's respirator and lifted him up with one hand. "I was defeated by the loyalists before, which is nothing, but I am still punished to help you cowards."

"I became Abaddon's dog. This is the price of failure. Do you understand?"

"If the Plague Fleet loses, it will be swallowed up by the other brothers. I remember that the Emperor's Children are still eyeing many of your things." "Fabius is not a good man!"

"Meanwhile, Macragge's support fleet is approaching Cadia. Who do you think will be tasked with the defense mission?"

The Death Guard trembled with fear upon hearing this. "Ultramarines? They're so numerous and have such a strong record... Is it led by Calgar or..."

Cortholax replied silently. "Second Captain."

The Death Guard officer immediately perked up and shouted, "Defeat those mortals, or we will face Sicarius!"

This sentence made most Chaos Space Marines excited, as if the name had some magic power.

Soon, bombs and lasers were intertwined, and chainsaws and bayonets were competing unfairly.

The war instantly entered a white-hot stage, and Kosolax locked onto Frenstein at the first moment.

He found the guy.

Although on the surface his failure was due to the Ultramarines, he knew very well that his disastrous defeat at Armageddon was due to this man.

He is here for revenge.

And Taylor also discovered him at this moment.

Like sticky candy stuck to your butt...

Taylor frowned and thought so.

Chaos Space Marines on sale... Could it be that the Black Crusade is approaching?
Blackstone Fortress... Abaddon... The Eye of Terror.

For a moment, his head began to ache more and more, but this matter was not important. He had to find a way to survive.

Taylor said tremblingly. "Thermogun, ready. This is our only way to defeat him."

"Find a way to get him one. Then I'll...I, I, I! I'll buy time!"

Although the words were courageous, it was not a good idea to express them in a stuttering manner. Taylor was not good at dealing with such situations and it was difficult for him to deal with them.

When he walked out of Ferenstein in fear, enduring the weakness in his thighs, he was actually sure that he would not survive the day.

When Kosolax charged, the drugs in his body began to take effect, but this time it became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He collapsed limply on the muddy and filthy ground, where Kosolax's blows missed.

After all, the Khorne Champion could sense the enemy's fighting spirit. He only felt that Taylor was full of murderous intent, so he naturally didn't think that he could dodge.

But the reality is that Taylor just can't stand...

Kotholacus said with a smile. "What a powerful psychological warfare! You are indeed the most powerful mortal I know. But that is all."

He raised the chainsaw axe and Taylor closed his eyes.

But the next moment, the sound of metal collision was heard, and a silver-gray power sword appeared in front of Taylor.

"Retreat, mortal."

A heavy and emotionless voice came, and Taylor looked at the silver-white giant in surprise.

Taylor asked cautiously. "How's Letlina..."

The giant replied, "Mission accomplished."

Taylor choked up, then announced, "Get in the car, withdraw from the battle area, and leave this place to the Sisters and Space Marines..."

Then he asked, "You don't have enough troops..."

The Grey Knight didn't answer, tacitly acknowledging that today might be the last battle.

Taylor sighed, realizing he might just be hanging on for a little longer.

(End of this chapter)