Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 124: The Siege of Felax, Part 3
This is nothing compared to a battlefield filled with demons.

Taylor thought so, and it could even be said that he was hypnotizing himself.

He watched the greenskins clamoring forward, through the ridiculously large metal caverns blasted out by the melta weapons.

Then they held large, crude iron shields and killed the enemies hiding in the dark with simple automatic weapons.

When a soldier wearing an Imperial Skyhawk hat fell to the ground, it was the first time that Taylor saw his enemy look so unlike an enemy, and he looked like an alien leader.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like he is the villain.

Those soldiers didn't even know why they were fighting back against the Imperials. To be precise, in their eyes, the Skadi First Redemption Legion might be a monster carrying freaks, heretics and aliens, using cannons and orcs to blow up their homes.

It’s just that this universe is not a drama, there are no clear villains and justice, otherwise what Taylor is doing now would definitely be considered an invader.

And Franstan passed by the dark and long metal cave, where the magma-like products evaporated from the hot melt made the ground bumpy.

The orcs marched forward in unison, singing the boss song that had embarrassed Taylor. Their voices were rough and inconsistent, with strong accents.

Some of the Imperials followed this army, and Taylor could feel the gazes of those people looking at him, as if saying.

Look, he is being roasted over the fire.

Being an orc mascot really sucks.

Taylor watched as the metal cavern finally came to an end. He had never realized ten meters could be that long.

The next thing that came into view was a huge city. From the outside, Taylor almost forgot that this was actually a huge building.

Whether it was the countless classical castles that stood on the continent Terra once called Europa (Europe), or the fortresses he had seen in the feudal world of Mossenlade, they were still incomparable to this place.
Towering spires and a seemingly boundless distant horizon, in a black metal world, countless artillery positions and sharp objects constantly spit out tongues of fire.

It's a view from hell.

On the open road, several enemy engines began to approach, most of them were rather crude things, many of them were converted food transport vehicles used by the locals, and many of them used Mechanicus technology.

However, those modified from military transport vehicles are considered elite, while most are simply civilian vehicles with iron sheets added.

This was due to the empire's restrictions on trade. Most weapons and equipment were on the list of those that were forcibly restricted. In addition, the local area only had light industrial equipment, so it was obviously impossible to produce real chariots.

In other words, if it took two or three years and the millions of artillery shells they had stored were used up, victory would still belong to the empire. This is why such a huge empire could survive with its half-dead body.

Taylor now told Ferenstein to move forward and follow the green engines.

However, it is true that the greenskins' cars are now running around recklessly as if there is no one in the land. They lack heavy firepower, so the greenskins' explosion this time basically has the final say.

Taylor watched as a heavy truck in front of him was crushed into pieces by a dirty green car, and he couldn't understand why the Imperial Guard and the Carcharodon Regiment were asked to join the war.

Those guys can solve this rebellion with just some noise.

Until an unsatisfactory noise appeared here, a kind of uncomfortable noise, but with a hint of beautiful music in the discomfort, echoed in the city.

Taylor looked at the empty street warily. This was a residential area with almost identical model houses, where the families of local soldiers or the soldiers themselves lived.

But now, apart from the remains of the chariot, there are only smoking ruins. Those ordinary people have probably evacuated long ago, which can be regarded as a bit of goodwill for this massacre.

After all, Taylor was a professional soldier, not a butcher.

Taylor now picked up the telescope and looked carefully at every blade of grass and tree here. He stuck his head out from Frenstein and asked the heavy orc vehicles following him to stop, including many Chimera armored vehicles or Man-eating Shark warriors of the Imperial Guard.

The Goff chief said seriously, "Boss? Why did you stop?" He stood on a huge war engine, looking at the place with joy.

Taylor was very suspicious whether the world he saw with his eyes was different from the world seen by the green eyes.

Taylor always felt that the devastated ruins in his eyes were like a fine amusement park, the smoking tanks were cotton candy stalls, and the soldiers who wanted to kill him were people holding water guns.

Taylor said warily. "There's something."

At this moment, the shark warrior who followed behind, the one who had been riding in the car before, raised his weapon. He had no vehicle and basically relied on his thighs.

Taylor was filled with admiration for him, even realizing for the first time that a Space Marine Chapter was even poorer than his own infantry regiment. However, no matter how infantry-like the Scatter Regiment was, it was still considered a special forces unit by the Inquisition, and it had always enjoyed many preferential treatments.

But the Space Marine now just spoke. "I can feel something approaching."

Taylor said. "Goff's, tell your guys to blow up the buildings here with bombs."

Taylor gave a direct order. This approach was a bit stupid, after all, it was a waste of resources, but it was also quite smart.

Since the Wandering Merchants paid for the bombs, they were basically free.

So Taylor was very straightforward. Since you have money, I will use money to exchange for human life.

After all, Taylor also said that he hated street wars the most. They were usually annoying and close to meat-mincing battles, and they were also the most disgusting wars of attrition.

Now a few fart spirits were moving forward with bombs in their hands in fear. The scene was quite funny and they were trembling.

He was speaking insults to his leader in the orc dialect, as if he realized that before the last moment of his life, he still had his mouth free.

But soon, Taylor suddenly realized that those little bastards were scolding him...

He could understand some of the Orcish language, and could even say that his Orcish was better than his High Gothic, which annoyed him quite a bit.

Taylor held back from saying anything that would kill those little brats who were spitting out dirty words, after all, they were about to be destroyed along with the time bomb in their arms.

Just before the farts exploded, an unsettling and uncomfortable sound was heard.

"For the Emperor~! Hehehe...~For the Emperor..."

This was the first time Taylor heard such a war cry. How could he describe it?

He racked his brains and then answered himself in his heart with what he thought was the most accurate description.

Like a blackboard scratched by fingernails.

The unpleasant sizzling sound seemed to point out a scratched black board and a curled and twisted fingernail.

Just like they say they are doing it for the Emperor, but there is no sense of any worship from them at all.

Purple armored figures appeared carrying bombs and meltas, or strange, heavy equipment that looked like mechanical trumpets.

Now that they raised their weapons, the heads of those fart monsters exploded in an instant.

Space Marine?

Those fart monsters died from magic?

Taylor saw the enemy clearly. The purple warriors' armor had the Imperial Sky Eagle painted on it, but also many filthy Chaos decorations.

For example, mutant heads, or strange protrusions, and blasphemous scriptures.

The weapons those guys hold are not only explosive bombs, but also terrifying heavy purple sonic devices. Some people call them noise warriors. As the name suggests, they kill enemies with sound.

Some people prefer to call them by their former names.

Imperial Purple Phoenix.

Son of Fulgrim.

The Emperor's Children Legion.

But more people have forgotten that history. As members of the empire, they only know and use only one word to call them.

Traitors!

(End of this chapter)