Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 115 Living Saint, Part 4
Taylor looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar girl uncertainly, and asked the question again.

"who are you?"

She smiled. "I am still the same Letelina you knew. I remain unchanged, though I have walked through mountains of blood and now, by the Emperor's grace, I am resurrected."

"My body remained intact, and the Emperor told me where to go. We didn't speak, but I knew he was guiding me."

At the same time, she smiled and said, "Thank you for everything you've done. I have to admit that I underestimated you too much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the time to go through those trials."

Taylor wasn't really concerned about that. He asked hurriedly, "No, no, it's not about what the Emperor thinks of me. It's just... he..."

Taylor was a little incoherent. After all, the person in front of him was a living saint, a person who was face to face with the Emperor, a powerful E-demon himself. So he would definitely want to dig deep and ask this powerful person to calculate his future.

His mentality now is a bit like the old turtle in Journey to the West who asked Tang Monk and his disciples to ask the Buddha when he would become enlightened.

Only Letlina answered. "I don't know. I have simply returned, relying on my unwavering will and the Emperor's help. What he needs from me remains a mystery."

Taylor murmured. "Okay..."

But Letlina still said, "I can sense that you are not someone who will die easily, so your wish will definitely come true."

Taylor just felt that the encouragement from such an immortal being with unlimited resurrection was not convincing in this regard.

He sighed, at least now he was feeling comfortable, and compared to usual he had endless energy, just basking in the light of a living saint.

His weapons were gleaming, and even the smallest laser gun could inflict a fatal wound on the demon.

The same is true for others, they become very powerful and better than at any moment in their lives. This is the luster of a living saint.

Even the Grey Knights regained their strength, and the Grey Knight Captain said, "Mortal, rather than worrying about this, we must deal with the demon problem here."

"I can close the Warp Gate and drive out the Archdaemons, but I'll need the Grey Knights and the Sisters in the meantime," said Letlina.

"I need those Space Marines to stay out of here."

Now, Taylor said, "I know the danger isn't over."

He didn't want to fight, but now he had the greatest chance of winning, and he was a little nervous. After all, being blessed didn't mean immortality.

However, Taylor still arranged the prelude to the battle and now demanded a counterattack. He asked most of the soldiers to maintain fire cover and be ready for hand-to-hand combat.

Their goal was to hold this place and prevent the Chaos Space Marines from disturbing Saint Latelina from closing the Warp Rift.

Taylor hid behind a safe shelter and started smoking out of boredom. He didn't like this, but the situation was too exciting during this period.

First, I killed a big demon, and then I fought a fierce positional battle with the Space Marines. These days are getting more and more crazy. What will happen next?
Soon he could go from being a teetotaler to a jack of all trades.

However, his rest was not peaceful. Many people came to ask him what it felt like to be friends with the living saint. Although Taylor told them to go back because of the urgency of the war, it was obvious that the battlefield could not eliminate the remaining excessive excitement of those guys.

Now that the Space Marines want to break through the defenses, they must prevent the Living Saint from closing the Warp. The current portal is not enough to support the entry and exit of more powerful individuals.

They must find a way to buy time before a more powerful demon appears.

Kosolax had actually received the divine word, and his master had sent Kabrand here.

Blood Drinker, Reaper, he has many names. Although he was exiled to the outermost area of the universe for attacking his master, the Lord of Brass still found a way to enslave him.

He was once the most powerful of the Daemons of Khorne, some called him, and when the Three Gods attacked the Brass Fortress of Khorne, he single-handedly defeated the combined forces of the other Daemons, leaving those foolish enough to dare invade his lord in disarray.

Kotholacus was certain his arrival could turn the tide of the battle, so they pressed forward, facing even more frantic fire, until they could breach the pyramid fortress.

Countless brothers fell, countless tanks were scrapped. Those mortals now seemed to have endless strength, and their weapons would not overheat. In fact, Kotholacus even wondered if they had unlimited ammunition. If the demons hadn't delayed those powerful beings, he doubted he could have gotten close.

There was still a scar on his armor left by the Grey Knight. Although it did not touch his vital parts, it made the armor shaky.

He used his toughest shoulder armor to resist the shots while moving forward.

It can be said that even the Space Marines had to admit that those Imperial soldiers caused them considerable trouble.

He never thought a mortal could do this, but Taylor succeeded.

He remembered that at the meeting with Abaddon, a Death Guard captain kept emphasizing the mortal named Taylor.

Most Space Marines scoffed at this, but Kothorax was one of the few who agreed.

But when Abaddon heard that they thought mortals were dangerous, the look he gave them was truly ironic.

Now, Corsolax only wants Abaddon to see the good things this "mortal" has done...

He witnessed the death of the great demon and the great achievements of the mortal army in hindering the demon line.

If this is what they call "not worth mentioning" then why are you, Abaddon, being beaten by the White Shield Guards of Cadia every day?
Thinking of this, an inexplicable anger carried him forward. He charged to the edge of the fortress. Along the way, three tanks were destroyed and more than ten brothers died.

But he survived.

He ordered his soldiers to use molten iron to blast open the remains of the Eldar. After a fierce light, he quickly stepped into the fortress and killed the mortals who had been shooting with bombs.

It was dark here, having been abandoned for so long, and Kosolax could see the Imperial symbol inside the ruins, for the locals had used it for ceremonies before the Emperor.

It's ironic that this place has now become the devil's gate.

He stepped over the flesh and blood of the imperial warriors and hurried forward, ready to end the battle.

But he suddenly stopped because he saw a familiar human standing in the distance.

His face was frozen, his body was straight, and he held a saber and weapons, like a legendary warrior or swordsman.

What a beautiful fighting posture, it made Kosolax alert.

He had suffered some hardships, especially from the man named Taylor, whose swordsmanship was very strange.

It always makes you feel like you want to fight but don't want to fight, and when you are careless, it will attack you in various strange postures.

The final blow was often delivered with a close-range shot that was often overlooked in melee combat, as if he had never received any combat training.

Kosolax moved forward cautiously, and his opinion was actually correct. As a combat master, he completely didn't understand Taylor's fighting style, which was wild and twisted, and full of fear and courage.

Rather, even the combat experts of the Zerg couldn't understand it.

Taylor himself couldn't understand it either.

Now Taylor just stood there timidly, his body tense.

And said it to the radio again and again.

"I have Space Marines here, come quickly..."

He regretted finding the so-called "safe position" he had found. Now it seemed that this place was neither safe nor a good position!
(End of this chapter)