Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 147 Melting Steel
At that moment, the Cadian lady realized that this man might be her lifeline. Although the idea was ridiculous, she had seen Kashejin veterans fight against Space Marines and win.

In her eyes, it wasn't that demigods didn't bleed, it was just that the price they paid was high. But this mortal...

She apologized to the young man in her heart for her impulsiveness. Just a thought could cause him to be treated cruelly!

But Taylor only saw that resentful and suspicious look.

What...did I lure your boyfriend to the conscription office?

No, Taylor suddenly remembered, everyone in Cadia is a soldier.

Obviously, this guy's family and friends would not have a conflict of interest with Taylor, but why did she look at me like that?
The moment this thought flashed through his mind, the warsmith angrily rushed forward with a thunder hammer in his hand, which interrupted Taylor's thoughts and forced him to recall the fight with the Chaos Champion.

To be honest, he was much slower than the Word Bearers Champion, but for a mortal it was almost instantaneous, the difference was only a few tenths of a second.

Taylor realized that the thunder hammer would release a large amount of electricity, and he would be killed by the impact. If he wanted to survive...

His body instinctively tried to charge at the Chaos Blacksmith, then stepped forward as his weapon was raised, catching his elbow with his chainsword.

Even Space Marines must consider the issues of inertia and force. Blocking the enemy's wrist while holding weapons in both hands is a fairly basic fighting technique.

But what to do next…

Taylor was in a dilemma. After all, he was a Space Marine and he definitely couldn't cut him. Even if he injured his wrist, he couldn't restrain his thigh.

Seeing that the Superman was about to change from smashing to kicking, Taylor had to use all his strength to go around to the right.

Running away was the shortest option, and Taylor didn't even want to fight him!

When he kicked out, the heavy sound of breaking through the air frightened everyone, but Taylor actually dodged it.

Almost instantly, Taylor's body completed a series of actions that were the only way to keep him alive.

This was due to the fact that many greenskins pondered his power day and night, the gifts bestowed upon him by the living saint, his extraordinary reaction speed, and his experience of fighting Space Marines several times.

But this is still dancing on a tightrope. If the blacksmith ignores the risk of injury and smashes his arm directly, Taylor will definitely faint.

Or maybe he wasn't trying to kill with one blow, but instead struck with quick, swift strikes that Taylor couldn't dodge.

Luck and ability are both essential to survive against Superman.

He broke out in a cold sweat and muttered to himself that he had completed the tightrope walk again.

May the Emperor bless you!
Taylor breathed a sigh of relief, but the Warsmith was furious, and the Cadian woman saw a glimmer of hope, almost impossible.

To be precise, everyone on this front who hoped for the Empire's victory looked at Taylor, as if his victory was more important than their own safety.

The blacksmith angrily swung the superhuman weapon with his huge body. Taylor had almost no time to react this time. Fortunately, the blacksmith stopped.

Because a melta gun was pointed at him.

Sergeant Roland saw an opportunity to intervene in the frenzied battle, allowing Taylor to rest.

They had already delayed the Space Marines for a long time, but this action completely angered the Iron Warriors soldiers who were watching nearby.

Since when can mortals threaten them?
Those people raised their weapons and aimed their explosives at Roland and Taylor. In just a moment, they would be beaten into a pulp.

At this point, the story of mortals rebelling against God has come to an end.

Mortal weapons could not kill the Space Marines, and the Space Marines had most of the heavy weapons in their possession, and the only Melta who could shoot was being targeted.

This was a story of loyalty worthy of being written into a weekly article by the Empire, but now the Empire must erase their ending, the ending of being slaughtered by Chaos.

The Cardinal lady was completely desperate. She closed her eyes and the roar of the bombs was heard.

After a sharp war cry (scream) and the hissing sound of the bullet bursting, what was heard was the heart-wrenching scream of the war blacksmith.

She opened her eyes tremblingly, as curiosity tempted her to see the end of this situation.

At that moment, she first saw Taylor, the young officer. Was he not dead?
Am I not dead?
Taylor saw that his body was intact. He looked at the battlefield, trying to understand the situation. First, the dead were Chaos Space Marines, pierced by explosive shells. A huge mechanical giant stood up straight, maintaining a shooting posture towards them.

Obviously, his iron man friend has "lost control" again.

It was dangerous; revealing one's identity could lead to an investigation, but for Taylor, it took the risk...

Taylor was a little touched, but he couldn't deal with this brother now.

He turned to look at the war blacksmith. Roland melted half of his body with heat, and the metal power armor turned into liquid metal flowing on the ground.

The molten light made him look miserable and he almost died.

The powerful Space Marine's vitality sustained his last breath, and Taylor could only walk over and cut his neck with his one-handed chainsaw sword.

The humming roar of the engine was the only mercy Taylor gave him, even though this guy wanted to kill him just a few seconds ago.

Taylor raised the head of the dead Chaos Warrior, and the battlefield fell into a long silence, as if announcing that the invincible Iron Warriors faced a cruel defeat.

And the Imperial Guard cheered in victory.

The wine tonight must be even sweeter...

At the same time, Imperial Fists Space Marines began to scale the fortress walls, weapons drawn, and executed the remaining traitors.

The Captain of the Seventh Company of the Imperial Fists looked upon the chaos and the miraculous composition here, where a mortal held the head of a warsmith, buying them precious time to survive.

The meticulous man hesitated slightly and said, "By the grace of Don..." He rarely used this word, very rarely!

He walked over to Taylor and looked at the body on the ground. "Adra, you killed him... this notorious wanted criminal of the Empire."

"An Iron Warrior, a Chaos Lord, and a Pirate?"

His tone was stern and amusing, as if he was enduring something.

Taylor asked uncertainly. "Is this supposed to be a good thing?"

The captain replied. "For me, it probably is, because a damned traitor died, but for you it's not."

"The Iron Warriors' lust for revenge is not something mortals can bear, and you have clearly ignited that."

"Not all the warriors who landed here died. Some escaped. Some were mortal servants, and some were Space Marines."

"This will lead to even more crazy retaliation."

"We're in trouble."

Taylor said uncertainly. "You didn't scare me, did you?"

The old soldier replied, "I never joke about that."

Taylor climbed up the concrete wall with trembling thighs. Many people came over to him worriedly and asked if he was feeling unwell. After all, no one would let the hero who defeated the Space Marines die due to physical problems.

They were willing to give anything for the man's health.

but.

Taylor just trembled and said, "Um, the mecha soldier..."

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him get away."

An Imperial Fists soldier asked. "It doesn't have a floppy drive, how could it possibly move?" He turned to look, only to find that the robot's body did appear to have moved a few centimeters...

And now, the robot soldier has already cursed Taylor in his heart.

(End of this chapter)