Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 116: I fight the Khorne champion?

To be precise, Taylor now has endless strength, and with the help of stimulants and the power of a living saint, his reaction speed may be comparable to that of the legendary Assassin's Court cyborgs.

But this doesn't mean that with a lot of blessings, Taylor can defeat a veteran who has fought hundreds of battles, or a warrior loved by Khorne...

Taylor's stomach began to ache slightly. Looking at the chainsaw axe hissing and steaming, he seemed to see what his own flesh and blood would look like hanging on it.

He began to retreat without hesitation, but Kotholacus spit out snake apricots like a poisonous snake.

Soon, he bit it out, and in an instant, the chainsaw axe came whistling. Taylor immediately raised the plasma gun and shot at the thing. The blade was reversed in an instant and hit Taylor's face less than 3 centimeters away.

He could even hear the roar of the engine and the noise of the plasma blades cutting through the air.

Taylor drew his saber and stabbed Corthorax in the chest, but the Khorne Champion laughed.

"Got you."

The saber penetrated three-quarters of his armor, but was blocked for the first time.

Theoretically, the Licat can tear open the Terminator's armor, so what kind of defense does it have?
Is the defensive strength comparable to Terminator armor?
No.

It was only because Taylor was a mortal after all, unable to unleash the true power of this weapon. If this blow came from a Licat, then Kosolax would definitely be bleeding now.

But Kosolax had already grasped Taylor's arm, holding the mortal tightly in his hand. The slightest twist would break his right hand.

He coiled around his prey like a python, and now he was about to open his bloody mouth and swallow the poor creature whole.

However, the size difference between them makes it look as ridiculous as a python eating a hamster, which is actually the case.

Taylor felt like his arm was being clamped tightly in an industrial clamp, and the mere grip deformed the carapace on his arm to a certain extent.

He raised his plasma gun and shouted.

"For the Emperor!"

He said this to cheer himself up, and although it had little effect, the loudness and momentum of his voice inspired the brothers around him.

Now, the soldiers of the 15th squad finally arrived, shouting strange slogans such as "Put down my boss!" and firing continuously.

However, the only weapons that could actually cause damage were the depleted uranium shells used by the Lightling girl and the grenade launcher or melta used by Roland.

The weapons of others left at most a strange mark on the solid ceramic steel.

Today, many people overlook that Khorne is not just the god of wrath and war, but also the god of forging and courage.

Khorne's champions, their armor forged by Him to be unrivaled.

It was a set of armor connected to flesh and blood, better than any power armor in this world. It integrated with the host while providing unparalleled defense.

Even weapons strengthened by the Living Saint could hardly penetrate his armor.

The biggest effect of their attacks was to get Cortholacus to attack them, so he grabbed Tyler's arm and swung him around, making Tyler feel like his hand was going to fall apart.

He yelled. "Damn it, did you do this on purpose?"

Then he angrily fired the plasma gun in his left hand at Kosolax. In the rapid plasma explosion at close range, Taylor overlooked one thing.

This thing was really hot, and it would fly everywhere. Those blue sparks almost disfigured him, but luckily he was lucky.

Meanwhile, Corthorax had to release his arm after the plasma left horrible marks on his armor.

However, neither plasma nor depleted uranium can penetrate completely.

Blades and chainsaws were not enough, and the only possible hot melt was difficult to approach, so he was on high alert.

Taylor wanted to flee again, after all, as long as there was life, there would be no shortage of firewood. But Kosolax would never let them go. This guy was almost crazy, and he just wanted to kill those guys and sacrifice them to his gods.

Taylor grinned. He hadn't put enough distance between him and Kosolax. If he retreated, the man would rush over and kill him together.

How can a private like me deserve such treatment?

He finally shouted "Charge!" and started the attack in a reckless manner.

Kosolax laughed, as if this was what he wanted.

He raised his weapon, ready to chop off the junk forged from insect legs with one blow, and he was confident about this.

But as soon as he raised his weapon, he saw the light of the melta gun, so he had to use his bolt pistol to shoot at Roland who was holding the melta gun.

He thought viciously in his heart that those mortals would never know the honor of dueling.

As a Space Marine, he could certainly do two things at once, and there was no doubt that the next moment he would cut Taylor in two and kill the mortal gunman at the same time.

He had already simulated the future scenery in his mind.

But he did overlook one Leitling.

Like her own race, the Laetlings were a small, even inconspicuous race, often overlooked throughout the Empire's long history.

Whether it's the furry, silent hands and feet, or the short body and its low-key gray-brown color.

When the Space Marine's bolt pistol was pierced by a depleted uranium bullet.

The weapon lost its combat effectiveness at this moment and exploded in an instant, even leaving Kosolax's palm covered in blood.

Only then did he realize that there was a sniper here.

Damn it! He cursed inwardly.

But the molten light was getting closer and closer, and Kosolax was still trying to dodge it.

But after Roland pressed the trigger, one third of his body was still evaporated.

Half of his body was almost gone, including his arms and the right side of his torso; only his thighs and head were intact.

Under the intense pain, his armor blessed by Khorne revealed his metal appearance growing on flesh and blood.

The red armor pulsed with his exposed veins and charred muscle tissue.

Taylor suddenly wanted to vomit out last night's meal.

But Cortholacus was by no means dead; in fact, he was still very much alive, his blade now embedded in his body, right at the wound left by the Grey Knight.

That attack activated the remaining psychic energy in the armor.

Under the helmet that was shattered by the heat, Kosolax's twisted and mutated face screamed for the first time.

His face was distorted, but there was no fear. He was not afraid of death, because Khorne would transform his soul into a demon and continue his work in endless war.

It's just that he was a little unwilling to die at the hands of this mortal.

Finally, he grasped Taylor's throat with his weak hands. This thing that he could break with just a little force was now so far away from him?
Taylor was scared to death by this action. The huge hand grasped his neck, and he could only stab the flesh again and again.

As the smell of blood filled the air, the giant's terrifying body slowly fell down.

At this moment, Taylor gasped, took off his helmet, and announced to the Chaos Space Marines who were charging continuously.

He won!
(End of this chapter)