Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 153 Wolf and Red Helmet

"This place is nice." The Fenris man said carelessly as he walked in their temporary base, fiddling with the abandoned artifacts that were beginning to grow cobwebs.

"It feels like we haven't seen each other for a few years. You haven't changed much, Taylor!" he said casually.

The red-helmeted Space Marine officer said in surprise. "I didn't expect to meet you here. Unexpected reinforcements and a perfect base."

"And of course, you, Iron Fist. My words about Mr. Taylor weren't false, were they?"

The old captain of the Imperial Fist snorted arrogantly, then clasped his fists and looked at him.

At the same time, the Wolves and Ultramarines now walked in with about 100 people. They acted as a boarding team to attack near the Cadia sector.

Now that they were deep in the enemy camp, they were already short of supplies and had run out of ammunition and food. Taylor's appearance was like a timely relief after a long drought.

But the large number of Space Marines made this place overcrowded. Fortunately, Roglo knew a safer place for them to rest.

But Taylor has to consider whether he has enough supplies.

He said with some discomfort. "What's going on now? The entire fortress is almost like an imperial toilet. Why are so many people running in?"

Wolf chirped. "At first, the Imperial Navy over Cadia fought a desperate battle with the enemy, but the enemy ships outnumbered them."

"The loyalists of Cadia sent astropathic messages to the surrounding areas for help. Although the heads of those astropaths exploded after the signal was sent, they still completed their work."

The Ultramarines officer added, "And so, we came, helping them achieve success step by step until this fortress appeared."

"To be precise, there were two of them. With their enormous firepower advantage, they instantly destroyed several Imperial warships, causing heavy losses to Macragge's expeditionary force."

"Until we discovered that the close-in weapon systems wouldn't fire at all, as if all the mortal gunners were dead."

"Now, I think I have found the answer." He glanced at Taylor, although he didn't know how he did it.

"But I'm still confused," he emphasized.

"Now, the entire Cadia has gathered the empire's most elite warriors and commanders. Countless elites are unable to break through this fortress."

"And you..." His eyes flicked to the empty cans and ammunition boxes on the ground.

"Not only did you get in, it seems you stayed here for more than a day or two, and killed half of the mortals. What kind of magic did you use?"

Taylor said with a wry smile. "It's not magic, it's just that I got here early."

He roughly told the brother about the situation, and then the wolf laughed and the sergeant frowned.

Soon, the two men sorted out the situation and simultaneously agreed that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

They can use this as a basis. There are a thousand elite commandos and 110 Space Marines here, and they can completely turn this place upside down.

But suddenly, the sound of footsteps brought the place to silence.

Everyone held their breath as the footsteps of Space Marines could be heard from outside the door.

Those guys might have discovered this place. After all, there were a lot of soldiers coming this time, and the noise was quite loud.

Perhaps, the long-standing peaceful life will no longer be possible.

The soldiers drew their weapons, and after a few minutes the noise quieted down, but a few seconds later, the sound of them preparing to break down the door could be heard from the door.

Roland immediately raised his weapon and pointed it at the gate, the heavy hot melt in his hand making a hissing sound.

Taylor yelled. "Close your eyes!"

There was also a strong flash when the hot melt evaporated the air. At that moment, most soldiers closed their eyes in trust, and those lights were useless to the Space Marines.

First, the Ultramarines sergeant rushed out, his tactical dagger easily piercing the throat of a Death Guard, and then the Fenris Wolf bit and cut his body with a chainsaw sword.

The Iron Fist Captain of the Imperial Fists hammered his prosthetic limbs at the enemy behind him, an Iron Warrior, beating him as if with a personal vendetta, until he forgot his own Primarch's name.

After a burst of bloody smell, most people quickly evacuated this narrow and inconvenient place to defend, blocking both sides of the corridor and defending with their backs to each other.

Taylor cursed. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

The wolf replied, "I always hunt carefully!"

This puzzled Taylor, as he had indeed worked with this warrior more than once and knew he was not a reckless person. Although he looked noisy, his mind was more meticulous than anyone else. Until he saw a trembling figure behind the Chaos troops. It was a mortal traitor who had once traded with them.

As people often say, those who have betrayed can no longer be loyal, and he betrayed again.

The Lightling girl fired angrily, and the heat ray passed through the crowd and hit the guy's head, causing his head to explode completely.

And a familiar voice came. "Taylor, long time no see, and..."

"The Ultramarines, Space Wolves, and Imperial Fists?"

It was a dark green shadow with abnormal protrusions on its armor and slime oozing from its massive body, and Taylor recognized that voice.

"Dragan, long time no see, it really is like a fate that won't end..."

Taylor muttered to himself, as if this was the worst situation, because a large number of Death Guards were approaching, plus scattered traitor forces, the enemy had dispatched a full three hundred Space Marines to surround them.

It will be a tough fight, and they may not even have a way out, but Dragan just said that.

"I actually guessed it was you. You're the only one in this sector who can do those ridiculous things." He looked at the ritual sculptures and flyers.

"You've caused us a lot of trouble. Abaddon is also very angry. I have to admit it."

"As a mortal, you're interfering too much!"

He gritted his teeth and recited this. Although Dragan and Taylor were close friends from different camps, he knew full well that he had always been suppressed by this mortal.

This felt terrible, and he was forced to please Abaddon in order to try to gain a higher position.

Typhons, the master of the Plague Fleet, was quite dissatisfied with him, and now he could only take off this mortal's head in exchange for his master's pleasure.

To be honest, the four gods are now discussing who will take over Taylor's soul. The kind father wants the young man to be soaked in his crucible, and Khorne wants his timid arms to wield a bloody blade.

Tzeentch is still as mysterious as ever, but Slaanesh?
That guy's attitude could basically be seen from her messenger.

They wished Taylor could turn into a demon prince right away. God knew why this ordinary-looking young man was so loved by those guys.

Honestly, Dragan thought about how Lucius's old face had turned red with jealous rage, which was quite amusing.

However, he has already determined the destination of this head and the path of estrangement with this soul.

He raised his weapon and said to his brothers, "Go."

The next moment, the Chaos Space Marines moved forward, the Imperial Guard, the Ultramarines, and the Imperial Fists kept firing, but many twisted and disgusting Unclean Ones blocked their way and served as human shields.

Chaos Space Marines just need to vent their firepower.

Frankly speaking, they were doomed. Taylor looked at the monsters uneasily and pulled the trigger again and again.

But the weapons have little effect on those demons!
As the twisted and disgusting worm monster approached, the Imperial Guard was in danger.

But when the demon approached to a certain range, suddenly a golden light came out from Taylor's chest, and that light enveloped the entire team, Dragan said with disgust.

"Emperor's Light?! Huh?"

The weapons in the soldiers' hands shone with dazzling brilliance, crushing the demons with ease. The Ultramarines officer exclaimed in amazement, "This is the radiance of a living saint!"

Taylor subconsciously took out the necklace on his chest, and the Imperial Cross emblem was flashing.

Said the Ultramarines' Master Chief.

"This means that the Living Saint anticipated this and set a precondition to unleash some of the power within it."

Taylor scratched his head and sighed.

I am indeed a good person who gets rewarded...

But now the whole situation seems to be due to his fault for destroying most of the artillery systems?

Taylor belatedly thought about what extraordinary things he had done during this period of time...

(End of this chapter)