Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 154: Immortal Blade, Lucius
The battle lasted for a while, and under the light of the saint, all the demons were eliminated, and those rotten bodies fell to the ground and could not get up.

Now, the Chaos Space Marines retreated to avoid any real losses.

Although they had a huge numerical advantage, they were still no match for the Empire loyalists who occupied the advantageous defensive areas.

Although it is not impossible, they don't want to suffer heavy losses.

Coward? That's not wrong, and this is due to problems within Chaos.

The weak will be devoured, both in manpower and weaponry.

For example, after Taylor's mess, mortal servants have become the most sought-after things.

Conflicts between Chaos warbands thus intensified, each vying for more mortals to toy with, sacrifice, bless, or simply to polish their armour and weapons.

The irony is that those Chaos Space Marines think they are superior to humans, but they live like giant babies.

Now, because he was wary of his allies, he evacuated in a hurry. Even Dragan's trust in his other brothers was not as great as that in Taylor, an imperial.

Perhaps Dragan understood that Taylor would not kill them all, but those guys would...

He stumbled and evacuated with his brothers, secretly cursing those damn guys who asked him to hold back, and hoped that the Empire would not see his fear.

He wished his damn allies were a solid block of steel, but they were all spitting, hissing snakes.

If he had a wound, those guys would come here by smelling the smell and inject his wound with a rotting toxin.

Dragan didn't want others to discover his cowardice until he smelled a strange smell. He raised his chainsaw sword and pressed it against the neck of a slender body.

She looked quite slim, with a tall and slender body close to the proportions of a Space Marine. She wore light armor, and her pointed ears told others her identity.

Eldar?

Dragan quickly saw the disgusting armor on her chest, which looked like it was made of countless human faces stitched together, with thousands of holes, thousands of mouths, and countless people on it.

Strange tentacles sprouted from it, and she also held a purple-red whip and had a sharp silver sword at her waist.

The sword's construction was unlike any human weapon, appearing to resemble the monomolecular blades of the Eldar.

Dragan pretended to be in top form and said, "Lucius? Where did you find this body?"

"Are you still interested in this?"

Having said that, Dragan began to feel a little reluctant, after all, this body looked so good.

Her shoulder-length black hair, fair skin and beautiful appearance are enough to make any man's heart beat.

When Dragan thought that such a beauty would turn into Lucius's face that looked like the surface of the moon in the next few months, he felt pity for her for the first time.

And when Dragan's pointed tongue hung out of her mouth, it looked even more like a snake, and coupled with her appearance, at first glance she looked like a legendary banshee.

Lucius replied in a husky, elegant voice. "There's a portal in the heart of Blackstone Fortress. I studied it for a long time, until one day, it activated."

He made a gesture of display. "Out came her and her sisters, a bunch of Eldar clowns..."

His smile was twisting, and his facial features were beginning to look strange. For Dragan, it really ruined his good face...

He said with disdain, "She killed you."

Lucius replied. "And she became me."

He stroked his armor, made of flesh and skin. "Soon, she will be a keepsake of mine, until something better takes her place."

This sentence made Dragan wary, and he walked away quickly, as if he was afraid that Lucius would discover something.

But watching the departing figure, the Slaanesh Champion seemed to have spotted his prey. He stuck out his long, foul tongue and gently stroked the face on the armor, as if speaking to the man who had defeated him.

It’s okay, no matter how outstanding and powerful they were in the past, they will eventually become him.

Undying Blade, Lucius...

On the other side, Taylor, who had just defeated the invasion of demons and chaos, was panting as he built his own sandbag fortress, mixed with concrete and roadblocks.

They could have left, but Taylor had accumulated a lot of supplies during this time.

Those things could become the most valuable supplies for other loyalists who break in here.

Therefore, they could not retreat. Firstly, Taylor was reluctant to give up his life of luxury, where he could eat three cans of food for one meal.

Secondly, other people in the Empire need their protection. Although it is very narcissistic to say this, Taylor may be doing better than some Chaos Space Marines on this broken ship.

Without them to hold the Space Marines back, this Blackstone Fortress might be at full firepower!

Thinking of this, he opened a can of fruit out of boredom, ate it all, and hung it in the corner as an early warning system. Although the Space Marines would never be affected, it was better than nothing.

After he flicked the thing and it made a tinkling sound, he returned to the camp. Now the Imperial Fists had turned it into a small fortress.

Corridors were filled with barricades and barbed wire, makeshift forts were erected, and quick-drying concrete became a perfect material, something that was originally only used for making sculptures.

Unintentional planting leads to a good harvest...

When he turned the corner he saw the leper-like monster again.

It walked towards where Taylor was unscrupulously, and soon charged towards Taylor, yelling as if it saw him.

When they were quite close, the monster suddenly ran away, which proved that although the light of the living saint was gone, its effect was still there.

He clicked his tongue slightly and shook his head. The light of the Living Saint Badge on his chest was getting dimmer and dimmer. They were losing the only power that could resist chaos. That feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

He walked into the camp and people saluted him, as if to say that they were still alive thanks to this man.

Taylor was filled with shame, and he used all of Roglo's bravery and foresight to his advantage.

Although the iron man said more than once that he didn't care about the admiration and love of mortals, Taylor still felt that he should find some time to wax and remove rust from him.

After all, I had cut his butt in a fit of rage before.

Although he didn't want to admit it, that Iron Man was also a brother of Class 15, and Taylor was quite protective of his own people.

This is also reflected in the fact that many soldiers voluntarily call him "Boss" instead of "Sir".

Thinking of this, he walked to his position, greeted Roland who was holding a heavy bomb, and then gently pinched the face of the girl Lightlin.

Then he sat in his command seat, looked at the endless huge corridor and sighed.

"When will this day end..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of cans clinking against each other was heard.

He scratched his ears, confirmed that the trap had even been triggered twice, and then shouted.

"Prepare for battle! The enemy is a bunch of idiots!"

“How could anyone not see the lines on the road?”

(End of this chapter)