Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 126 The Emperor's Children Legion, Part 2
With the warp as evidence, for the first time in his life, Taylor enjoyed the feeling of the teleportation beacon tearing his body into atoms and then reassembling it.

He was now powerlessly held by the Terminators, and the discomfort in his body made it difficult for him to fight back, or perhaps it was impossible for him to fight back at all.

He realized he was inside a building, which was filled with a strange aroma.

Warriors of the Emperor's Children walked here, and monsters that looked like they would appear in Cthulhu stories followed them like servants.

The twitching or blurred bodies of those subspace entities will see Taylor first, and several eyes will look at him, emitting a strange and miserable light.

Then Taylor didn't feel fear or any emotion because his head was still dizzy.

When he regained consciousness, those things disappeared and could no longer be seen.

But that didn't mean things were getting better. He was now as bound as a turkey to be roasted before the Emperor's Ascension Day.

It was made of reinforced hemp rope and a complex knot, making it uncomfortably tight.

Now, he was placed in front of a long table, where several perfectly grilled steaks and various complex or delicious foods lay. The aroma hooked Taylor's nose and surrounded him, making his uncomfortable body begin to feel hungry and thirsty.

But this was the dinner of the Slaanesh believers after all, and Taylor didn't dare to touch it, nor could he touch it.

He breathed rapidly, and then his mind cleared a little before he saw the figure on the other side of the long table.

A woman wearing a tight black robe that outlines her curvy figure.

The faint orange scent told Taylor her identity, and the purple skin and abnormal horns on her body had receded. After losing her demonic power, her abilities were greatly reduced.

But now she has captivating purple pupils, which are proof of the close connection between her Warp soul and herself. It is obvious that her master, Slaanesh, is very satisfied with her work.

Although it was very subtle, Taylor could feel that her figure was better, her skin became more delicate, her pores were almost invisible, and she looked unnatural like a doll.

Obviously, she had been carefully crafted by her owner, which made Tyler a little disgusted. He didn't like being "played with".

But now he is a prisoner, and on the contrary, this cultist is in a high position, making the current situation as awkward as meeting an ex-girlfriend.

Taylor spoke a little inappropriately.

"Hi?"

This sentence seemed to trigger some button in her, and she smiled a clear and lovely smile, just like the first time they met in Mawson Ryde.

She lifted her spoon, scooped up a spoonful of cream stew, and said, "I made all this, how's it?"

Taylor took a skeptical bite. "The ingredients here are fresher than those at Mawson Ryde. Not bad."

She grumbled a little dissatisfiedly. "This isn't the evaluation I gave you when we first met."

Taylor replied. "This isn't the first time we met. The environment affects my mood, and my appetite isn't necessarily better."

She nodded. "True." Then she easily untied the rope from Taylor's body. Taylor immediately grasped the weapon and equipment at his waist.

The strange thing was that, whether it was the saber, the Catachan blade or the laser gun, he had everything except the plasma inside the Frenstein.

This surprised him, but the cult lady's answer made his hair stand on end.

"It doesn't matter, if you think those toys can hurt me~"

"Secondly, what I'm most addicted to is the sense of danger with you."

Taylor shook his head quickly. "You brought me here just to keep me under house arrest?"

The lady replied, "I have ten thousand ways to corrupt you, but I don't have the time now."

"I also know that it will be difficult for those guys to defeat us without you. We have to capture the leader first."

Taylor muttered. "You really think too highly of me..."

She smiled and kissed Taylor on the mouth, then slipped her tongue in before releasing him.

A thread of silver dripped down her towering peak.

Taylor was caught off guard. Although he didn't blush, he was a little embarrassed.

"Ahem...you...Okay, I understand what you're saying."

"But I still maintain my opinion that my brothers are reliable."

"They can do it without me!" Taylor answered firmly.

The lady didn't answer, but just looked at the door on the other side with dissatisfaction and muttered to it.

"How long do you want to watch?"

A giant walked out of the shadows. He looked quite old and his body was aged. To be precise, it was the first time that Taylor saw the concept of "old" in a Space Marine.

His silver hair had fallen out, leaving only a faint scalp visible. But even with only wrinkled skin left, his demeanor and appearance showed how handsome he once was.

His armor is different from that of the Emperor's Children. It has auxiliary power arms like the Apothecary's, but he has 5-6 of them!

Looks like a spider?
He smiled and said, "Of course it's fun to watch young people flirting. If you don't point it out, I can study it here for a while."

His voice was heavy, not swayed by any lustful allure like those of the Emperor's Children recruits.

If it weren't for the faded Imperial Sky Eagle and purple on his shoulders, Taylor would have thought he was some kind of vengeful guy.

The wizard lady said angrily, "This is my room, Fabius Bile!"

The man called Fabius replied. "This is my territory too, wizard."

Taylor's mind raced, and he thought of the name of Fabius, a warrior of the Emperor's Children Chapter ten thousand years ago, a powerful pharmacist.

He is... a notorious traitor to the Empire and the current leader of the Emperor's Children. Among many folk names, some heretics call him "Old Chinese Medicine Doctor".

He is proficient in genetics and biotechnology, enough to perform miracles of resurrecting the dead...

Taylor secretly grumbled about his bad luck, because he thought he might witness the legend of this world, but he never expected it to be Fabius!

The legendary Space Marine said, "I've come to take what I want."

The cultist lady picked up a red syringe from her waist.

Only now did Taylor notice the red, stopped-bleeding hole in his arm.

This woman...

He spoke to Fabius. "I don't think I have any research value. I'm just an ordinary person."

Fabius glanced at him and said, "Your words don't count. My judgment is the standard."

"By the way, wizard, something is coming. They are not coming out of the warp, but walking directly here, so we didn't notice it."

"I don't think Abaddon would be happy to see them, and their arrival is inextricably linked to your little boyfriend."

He smiled and turned away.

Taylor cursed the old man hundreds of times in his heart, and felt sick at the thought of having his blood drawn by such a guy.

Whether it's a virus targeting him or something even more disgusting and filthy, this can't be good news...

Taylor said resentfully. "You sold me to a lunatic?"

The lady replied. "Him? Oh, that's nothing, you'll just be my toy and slave from now on anyway."

Taylor asked. "What do you mean?"

She smiled and said, "I will transform your memories into something mine. You will be my lover, childhood sweetheart, or someone else close to me."

"We will serve Lady Lust together..." This sentence was inexplicably tempting, enough to drive most men crazy, but Taylor was controlled by intense fear and anxiety and even ignored this sentence.

She watched with a bit of disappointment yet a hint of curiosity as Taylor once again ignored her charms.

She showed a dissatisfied expression and raised her hands. Powerful spiritual energy began to gather. Her eyes emitted a purple light, and that feeling was enough to wipe out a person's soul.

The next moment, a ray of light hit Taylor's head, and his mind went blank, but even the wizard didn't notice that the necklace left by the living saint was emitting a faint light in the gap of Taylor's coat.

As she estimated how long it would take to complete the task, she began to undress to get a taste of what an unconscious Taylor would taste like.

But she was interrupted by a strange sound of artillery fire.

She muttered, "So soon?" and walked out of the room.

Taylor just rubbed his head.

"It hurts a little..."

"What's wrong with her?"

Taylor struggled to his feet, his thighs feeling weak for some reason.

He staggered to the door and found it locked, then he subconsciously looked to the window.

Then, a huge free plasma flew towards him, shining brightly.

Taylor shouted subconsciously, but soon, the tower he was in was blown down...

(End of this chapter)