Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 117 The Power of a Living Saint

It's really embarrassing.

Taylor watched the Space Marines gradually begin to retreat and thought about his current situation.

The fortress was bombed to pieces and the Space Marines broke into it. If he hadn't been lucky enough to defeat the Chaos Champion, the situation would probably not have been optimistic.

Even if the wings of a living saint were to rest on a mortal body, it would be difficult to break through the true limit.

Now he was being praised for his exploits, having slain a Chaos Space Marine Champion, something many great Loyalists had failed to achieve.

Taylor just looked at the demon portal in the distance with concern.

Golden angels were circling in the sky, demons were roaring, the battle between the two big demons, oh no, the angels and the big demons was enough to tear the mountains apart.

That was not something that mortals could interfere with. Letlina raised the flaming sword forged with psychic energy and slashed at the red Khorne Demon.

The monster's resistance to fire was of no use against the Emperor's great flames.

The blade cut his skin, leaving scars all over him, but even so, he still used his huge body to prevent the saint from closing the door.

This was also the first time Taylor felt helplessness and fear from a great demon...

So fierce?
Taylor wondered if he could become a living saint himself. But if he were asked to commit suicide for the empire, he probably wouldn't be able to do it in his lifetime.

At the same time, a large number of demons were blocked by the Grey Knights and nuns, especially the nuns. Under the tremendous power of their living saints, those crazy women have now completely turned into heretic meat grinders.

They are like a huge and cruel sickle, chopping, turning, crushing, and completely exiling the demons one by one.

The Grey Knights are more like knives, stabbing the hearts of elite Daemons, such as Khorne's Daemon Engines or other more terrifying things.

A part of the Imperial Guard also joined this crusade. Under the light of the saints, the crude weapons of mortals became deadly and terrifying to the demons.

The lasers roared, like the Emperor's punishment, destroying all the invading demons.

Lasers pierced the bodies of the red vampires, and Tyler ate the sandwich he had always dreamed of.

Seeing that the battle situation was gradually easing, he was ready to open the champagne at halftime.

However, the demons' long battle successfully allowed a huge body to crawl out of the demon gate.

Taylor naturally knew him...

Skarbrand, the Archdemon of Khorne!
He had challenged his master, and the Blood God had punished him sufficiently.

One of his goat horns was broken off, half of his face was turned to bones due to burns, and his already broken wings were so shattered that he had to use iron chains to stabilize his body.

His two battle axes were stained with demonic blood, and now they had completely transformed into ridiculous weapons wielded by the Blood God.

Despite this, the weapon still used a sneak attack and left a mark on Khorne's body.

Even if it was just a scratch on his armor.

Taylor couldn't help but sigh that this was the first time in his life that he had seen such a powerful being. Judging solely from his abilities, he might be comparable to a war titan.

Taylor put down the sandwich in his hand and asked the soldiers to fire at the thing, but the Archdemon Skarbrand of Khorne didn't care.

Mortal weapons are not enough to penetrate his defenses, and this is the source of his arrogance and anger.

He raised his battle axe high, pointed it at Letlina and cursed. "Filthy man, foolish man, your actions have angered the gods, my father, my master."

"mine!"

Before he could finish, Letlina swooped down from the sky without any moral integrity, and the golden sword fell like a lance.

In Taylor's words, it looked more powerful than any bombing method he had ever seen.

Even including the fleet's main gun bombardment!
That power was the power of the Emperor, and Taylor even felt that the Lord of Mankind was more powerful now than when he walked the mortal realm.

Taylor was still gloating and daydreaming, looking at the Archdemon Skarbrand of Khorne who was in pain from the explosion of the Saint Cannon, and did not notice that a Steel Bull, a small demon engine, was approaching.

His cover was messed up by the red metal animal, and it was Roland who finally put an end to it with his melta gun.

Unfortunately, he didn't see how the crazy woman dealt with Kabrand. He only saw Letlina pinch Kabrand's head and shove him into the portal. He consoled himself by saying that even if he saw it, he wouldn't be able to see it clearly. But he still felt a little sorry. After all, a living saint versus a chief demon—this wonderful spectacle was something you couldn't see even if you bought a ticket...

Deadly!
He asked the others in astonishment, "Did you see that? The sight of the Saint defeating Skarbrand, the Archdemon of Khorne."

The girl nodded and replied, "Boss, how do you know the name of that red giant?"

Taylor choked up. "Ah, I... I work for the Inquisition, so of course I've read some information on this."

At this moment, the Grey Knight Captain approached to protect the mortals and heard those words.

Taylor immediately perked up and looked at the Grey Knight with concern.

The Grey Knight said coldly, "You are putting yourself in danger. I recommend changing your words. I just accidentally turned off my communicator and recorder."

Taylor coughed and said, "What Brand? Oh, Castellan! Are those mechanical monsters safe?"

The Grey Knight sighed softly.

Then his shoulder was placed on by the living saint's white palm, which still had some of the demon's blood on it.

She said softly, "It's alright, Emperor's Hammer. I can vouch for Mr. Taylor's purity with my soul."

The Grey Knight looked at Taylor as if he would have him burned at the stake at any moment, but he answered nonetheless. "Yes, Lady Letlina."

He took his brother away, and at the same time, the demon gate in the distance had closed. Now it seemed that the light on Letlina's body had dimmed a lot, and the long battle was not without consumption.

She folded her wings, and the demon became weakened by the closed portal, making it easy for the Imperial Guards and the Sisters to deal with it.

Now it seems that this silver-haired nun is completely different from the one who defeated the demon just now, except that her skin is whiter and seems to have a soft glow.

Taylor rubbed his nose, not knowing how to face this big shot.

But Letlina said, "I don't know how to thank you. You have been owed a saint. You should be happy now."

This sentence is extremely valuable. An opportunity to get help from a saint is what countless soldiers struggling on the front lines of the empire desire.

This relationship alone is enough for them to benefit from for the rest of their lives.

Listening to the soldiers around him talking, Taylor just curled his lips. "I'm afraid my comrades will leave, that's all."

"Your resurrection wasted my emotions and made me eat a few extra sandwiches."

"Now, you're going to offset this with a ridiculous verbal promise?"

Letrina thought for a moment and said, "That's right."

She gently took off the necklace she always wore around her neck. It was a certificate of her anointing and also part of her countless battle accessories.

It is shaped like a beautiful iron cross, with countless sutra patterns and characters carved on it.

When the rune approached, Taylor felt that his body had endless power, as if he was blessed by a saint.

This is part of Letlina.

Taylor blushed a little. It looked like a token of love, and the power of this thing was indeed strong enough to make him comparable to a biochemical assassin.

And Letlina simply said, "This is the reward you deserve, the protection of a saint. It allows you and your comrades to receive my power even when I am not there."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and Taylor seemed to sense something and interrupted immediately.

If he hadn't been imagining things, those guys from the state religion would have broken his third leg!

He thanked her quickly, ran away, and said to Miss Lightlin with a bit of bitterness.

"I'm always like this, constantly on the edge of disaster."

"I still can't believe it. I killed Corsolax..."

Finally, he muttered to himself, his voice mumbling inaudibly. "Who knows what the next trouble will be... I hope it's not a Daemon Primarch or something."

(End of this chapter)