Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 114 Living Saint, Part 3
Taylor returned to the pyramid area, watched the demon invasion become a thing of the past, and began to conceive of defense projects.

He asked. "How's the battle going between those Space Marines and the remnants of the Sisters?"

The soldier holding the communicator replied, "Not good. They're losing ground."

"Although they have the advantage on some local fronts, they are facing a large number of Chaos traitors. In addition, they have lost a lot of physical strength after fighting with demons for a long time. Now they can only retreat quickly."

Taylor rubbed his temple. "We don't have many tanks left, but we still have a lot of armor-piercing missiles, bunkers, and other things."

"Remember, behind you are the bodies of the loyal sisters who died. They gave their all for this world. Chaos cannot be allowed to taint them."

Taylor was surprised at himself for saying such loyal words, and secretly wondered if he was crazy.

If he were to abandon his weapons now, he would definitely survive. Perhaps over a long period of time, he had been infected with some of the stupid traits of the Imperials.

Of course, this does not mean that he wants to sacrifice or can accept sacrifice. His luck also comes from the complex heretical temple. If they can control this building, then they may get a fortress.

Adapting to local conditions is his fighting style, which also makes him keep fighting on the run.

But today it seems there is no turning back...

Perhaps the situation now is even more serious than when we encountered the Titans before.

Taylor took a sip of coffee to suppress his tiredness. The continuous fighting was challenging the soldiers' limits. Most of them fell asleep immediately, but their time still did not increase.

After a large number of missiles and weapons were successfully armed with the huge pyramid, those solid and peculiar white plaster buildings did become good shelters.

Taylor suspected it was made of the same material as the Eldar's wraithbone. In other words, could this pyramid be the gateway to the Webway? Had the heretics destroyed it, turning it into a Warp rift?
This actually explains why the warp was still cracked even without large-scale sacrifices and rituals.

After all, the wall between reality and illusion is very strong. Apart from the two major races of ancient star gods and legendary ancient saints, there are actually very few beings who can break the wall of reality at will and without paying a price.

Now it seems that Taylor's bad luck is so extraordinary that he may have encountered few places in the entire galaxy.

But soon, a commotion disrupted his thoughts. The remnants of the Grey Knights and nuns began to retreat. Taylor saw that there seemed to be many cracks in the armor of those knights, and at the same time, one person was missing.

Will they also sacrifice themselves? For the Empire, the death of knights may be more valuable than the total losses of all the battles so far...

Taylor raised his weapon and fired at the enemy following them from behind. "Fire!"

Countless shells and missiles, plasma and lasers, solid projectiles or throwing objects, even bows and arrows and stones can be seen, shooting out from the solid pyramid.

The Chaos Champion Corsolax first felt a sense of familiarity, and then he immediately asked his brothers to take shelter. Soon, the scenery that once appeared on Armageddon was reproduced.

He immediately called the wizard forward. "Aminor Kra, my wizard!"

A scarlet warrior stepped forward, a degraded butcher's nails still on his head, while in the World Eaters' army, a wizard was a product of genetic mutation.

He held a blood-red battle axe in his hand, filled with the atmosphere of Khorne.

Yet he looked more like a Thousand Son than a World Eater, his body adorned with runes representing tranquility, an ancient and obscure script.

Let me put it this way, it's like a foreigner hanging a lot of Chinese characters such as "tranquility" or "Zen" on his waist with bamboo plaques.

He may think it's cool personally, but to those who truly understand this culture, it's simply ridiculous.

However, this does not prevent his violent spiritual power from far exceeding that of ordinary people.

A strange shield appeared, and several Chaos Space Marines in flight packs grabbed his left and right hands.

This tactic is quite green, especially green.

But Corsolax realized that his failure on Armageddon was due to his over-reliance on so-called power.

Success comes from taking people by surprise, and now it seems that his idea is indeed smart.

He is a man of action, a strategist, and, ironically, a conspirator.

Instead of being a World Eater, he should have tried being a Thousand Sons or a Night Lord. Perhaps he was destined for greater heights?

At this moment, his plan has begun to move forward. A bright flame shuttles through the sky, and the Empire's shooting is blocked by psychic energy. Taylor saw that thing and he was thinking.

What? A bird? A fighter jet?
No, it's Astartes!
When he saw a think tank gliding in the sky, his head almost burned up. He could even feel that the Grey Knights on the battlefield were also shocked by such an overly "I think" scene.

No, it's contagious, right?

It seems that Kothorax has indeed fought too many greenskins.

Taylor said quickly. "Shoot down that flying... that... that thing."

"A mass!"

After saying that, he fired at those things, and the Grey Knight also raised his staff, and his psychic energy flashed and shocked the shield.

To be precise, the entire psyker is almost shaky. After all, as a wizard, his ability is indeed not as good as that of the Grey Knights.

But this matter is actually not that simple.

When a burst of crimson psychic energy inexplicably appeared and reinforced his shield, the Grey Knights captain angrily said to Taylor, "It's over."

"A trick of the gods!"

Khorne gave him the blessing he deserved, and the wizard reached the place that the Sisters had tried their best to seal.

He raised his battle axe, the blade imbued with psychic energy, and trampled on the achievements of those nuns with their lives.

Under the stimulation of strong psychic energy, the gap between reality and the subspace began to open again.

Countless demons crawled out like ghosts. This time, it was not only the filthy Nurgle, but also the angry Khorne demons.

The brass drums that shook the universe continued to beat, and bloodletters, brass cannons, steel bulls and the huge red-winged, horned Lord Khorne with a goat-like lower body descended.

His huge body was almost ten meters tall, sticking out of the warp crack, holding a burning yellow sword, as if he wanted to kill everything in this world.

Kotholacus laughed wildly on the battle line, shouting that the power of the Lord had arrived. The sky turned gray and red, like the end of the world.

Abnormal storms and thunder flashed in the clouds, completely blocking the light of the stars.

Taylor was devastated.

But the Grey Knight said, "No, this is it? This is impossible, yet possible."

Taylor asked. "Are you crazy too?"

The Grey Knight Captain replied. "Be serious, mortal. You are witnessing a miracle."

Taylor wondered if he had fallen, but the next moment, a golden light fell from the sky and landed on the place where Letlina was buried.

After the dazzling golden light faded, the sarcophagus storing the corpse cracked, and a golden saint was resurrected into the world.

Long feathers, holy sword, wings and that overly gentle smile.

His silver hair frightened the gods.

Taylor only felt that his exhausted body began to recover rapidly, as if he had endless strength.

The soldiers stood in the Eagle Salute to the being, and Letlina, or the Living Saint, simply flapped her wings and slowly descended, her golden wings hitting the ground and the feathers dissipating.

She looked at those mortals with kindness.

He raised his sword again and shouted, "Now is the time to strike back!"

She looks just like the legendary Joan of Arc!

(End of this chapter)