Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 125 The Emperor's Children Legion, Part 1
How ridiculous, first the Death Guard, then the World Eaters?
Now he is the emperor's son?
It’s a big send-off for the rebel brothers!
Taylor grumbled inwardly, but was not surprised. This world was the throat of Cadia, so naturally troops needed to be sent to suppress it. If Abaddon was really preparing for the Black Crusade, then this place would become a battleground.

Taylor once again cursed his bad luck for always encountering such tasks, but the noisy green-skinned leader Goff was shouting next to him.

"Bad cans! Bad cans! I've fought three star systems and never seen one, but after following the boss for three days, there are a ton of them!"

Taylor's head felt a stinging pain from the salt on his wound, which might be a sequelae of the stimulants he had taken before. The stinging made him stand up, hold the orc leader's mouth, and then speak angrily.

"Don't make any noise!"

For a moment, Chief Goff looked like a fart ghost who had seen an orc approaching with a recipe book, and he lowered his head and replied, "I... I know..."

The Carcharodon warrior exclaimed in amazement. "I thought only death could quiet them."

Taylor rubbed his temples and looked at the Noise Marines, who were the Emperor's children to be precise, but now they no longer had any so-called honor and were no longer the Emperor's descendants.

He said, "Be careful, these guys are Space Marines, they are definitely not weak."

At the same time, he was actually already thinking about how to escape.
Of course, they couldn't let Taylor go. To be more precise...

Taylor felt that those guys had an inexplicable fondness when they looked at him?
He subconsciously wanted to cover his body, as if those Space Marines were watching him unscrupulously. That wet and salty look made Taylor frown.

Damn it, there are handsome men and beautiful women here, why are they staring at me?
If we get caught by those guys, God knows what will happen!
Many blasphemous and filthy thoughts flashed through Taylor's mind. If one only looked at the amount of knowledge he had stored, he was indeed a born Slaanesh believer.

But his wild thoughts didn't last long before they were interrupted by sonic guns and explosives. Taylor shrank towards Ferenstein and ordered the soldiers to shoot at them.

A large number of greenskins rushed forward with machetes like crazy, and some of them picked up weapons and shot on the spot. There were not many people in the Carcharodon Legion. To be precise, there were only five Space Marines following them.

In terms of military strength, the enemy had about 20 men. Thanks to the great achievements of Fabius Bile, the Emperor's Children had not become extinct, and to a certain extent, they had become the most fertile Chaos Warriors.

Mass production has indeed reduced their combat effectiveness, but compared to the improvement, the decline seems a bit negligible.

Taylor was terrified as he watched those guys hiding behind cover and using objects to transmit sound waves, easily blowing the heads of mortals and greenskins apart.

After all, what could be more terrifying than a so-called formless attack?
He even wondered if Ferenstein was hit, would his car suddenly turn into a giant clock that kept ringing?

Probably everyone in the car will be turned into meat paste!
Taylor now pressed his thumb against his palm, a gesture that made his fingers resemble the wings of an eagle.

In the Imperium, it expresses a desire to ward off disaster or to pray for good fortune, and is common on many worlds in the Damocles Gulf and adjacent sectors.

He silently prayed for the Emperor's blessing and didn't even notice that a noise warrior had already approached his car.

The thing laughed and shouted, pointing the black sonic gun in its hand at Taylor's Ferenstein.

Taylor realized later that at that moment, he saw the enemy outside the window and felt the blood in his body run cold.

He immediately raised his weapon and shot at the enemy. The Chaos Space Marine also pressed the trigger of the sonic gun, but Taylor's plasma just happened to penetrate the muzzle of the sonic weapon, melting the entire gun in an instant.

Then the violent explosion turned the Chaos Space Marine into meat paste in an instant.

Taylor's thighs trembled, and then he took a deep breath.

He looked at the corpse that looked like a pile of flesh, fearing that he would become the one to look like that.

At the same time, the appearance of this place attracted others.

All they saw was a beam of plasma fired from Frenstein, and then the Space Marines that would have taken 100 Orks to kill were killed in an instant.

This made those green-skinned or shark-like Space Marines have to admire Taylor's strength!

The Carcharodon warrior exclaimed. "Accurate and impeccable. Just how good is he against Space Marines?" "As a mortal, how can I gain experience against Astartes?"

Even he who looked lazy became alert, as if afraid that one day such a man would betray the empire. After all, the will of mortals was not reliable.

Boss Goff, unwilling to be outdone, charged towards a Chaos Space Marine and crushed the thing with his power claws.

He then pounded his chest like Tarzan, but the next moment he was hit by a bolter from the Emperor's Children next to him.

The battle situation suddenly became tense and difficult, and Taylor adjusted his mentality.

He muttered, "Emperor bless..."

Then he picked up the statue he had glued together earlier and silently recited a few battlefield prayers devoutly.

But Roland shouted, "Boss! Three Space Marines are coming towards us! The purple ones!"

"No, Boss!"

"They're not Space Marines, they're like mammoths!"

Taylor said confusedly. "What mammoth!?"

Then his doubts were answered. Suddenly, there was a heavy sound of footsteps above Frenstein, followed by the cutting sound of lightning claws. Soon, the armor layer that was enough to defend against most weapons was cut open.

The metal layer was torn apart, and the crackling sound was like Ferenstein's scream, which made Taylor feel heartbroken about what happened to this old friend.

When the iron sheet was lifted, the three purple Terminator armors raised their weapons and pointed them at them.

Those were three weapons called submachine guns, with a caliber large enough to destroy aircraft. If fired, the soldiers here would be turned into mud.

Taylor looked at the bizarre scene in panic. The Terminators' armor had strange fangs, and the purple paint job and the Imperial Skyhawk created an unsettling dissonance.

The Emperor's Children's Terminator Force?
Taylor raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

The Terminators were visibly stunned, and one of them said in that elegant, filthy, high-pitched, disgusting voice, "Tyler?"

Taylor nodded.

The Terminators also reached out and quickly grabbed Taylor with their auxiliary claws, which looked like they were grabbing a chicken.

The other members of Class 15 raised their weapons and cursed.

"Put down the boss!" said the girl Leitlin tremblingly.

Katie, holding a laser gun, shouted at them, "Heresy!" Although using a laser gun against a Terminator was as ridiculous as using a toothpick to kill someone.

Roland raised the Melta and remained silent, because if a fight really broke out, he would be the first to die because his weapon was the most threatening.

However, those guys didn't pay any attention to those mortals. They just activated the teleportation device and disappeared in a burst of golden light.

By the time the greenskin leader and the shark legion soldiers realized the situation here, all that was left was ruin and despair.

Finally, the Sharknado Marine picked up an exquisite wooden sculpture from the ground, a sculpture of the Emperor, and it was broken in two.

The warrior looked at the Emperor's statue and said worriedly, "This is not a good situation..."

(End of this chapter)