Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 160 The Shadow Remains, Part 2
When Taylor woke up, he saw something as tangled as blood vessels hanging from the ceiling, like brown flesh and blood, or something rotten.

Was he dreaming? How could the ceiling be rotten?
When a drop of strong-smelling mucus fell and hit his waterproof sleeping bag, a stench like rotten seafood completely woke him up.

What a perfect morning!
He was woken up feeling sick, having just experienced a great battle yesterday, and he knew without hesitation that this incident was related to the damn Death Guard.

He stood up and looked at the metal around him, which looked like it was infected with a disease.

They grew strange flesh and limbs and squirmed as if alive.

The soldiers reported that the valves were starting to malfunction and they were trying to burn the things with flames, barely stopping the collapse.

And Miss Lightlin has led people to make a usable, pollution-proof bag using sealed bags and holy oil, and then stored the food in it, praying that they will not starve to death.

Taylor washed away his dissatisfaction with the hard-earned clean water, and looking at the nearby buildings covered with rotting flesh, his inner uneasiness intensified.

The leper-like monsters are becoming fewer and fewer, and are now almost invisible, but Roglo said that this place is becoming more and more like the real warp.

Damn it...

Taylor found Dragan to ask what was going on, but the guy seemed to have left overnight, and the wolf guarding him was drunk by several bottles of specially made Amset.

He deliberately shut down the Space Marine's powerful metabolism just to get drunk, and when Taylor used a bucket to tell him his stupidity, the wolf grimaced.

The wolf washed his head with the water that had been sprinkled on him, and then cursed, "We were deceived. I should have killed him yesterday!"

Because of the battle with Honso, he began to look at Dragan with admiration and even took the initiative to ask for a drink together. It can only be said that this Fenrisian is too young.

On the contrary, Taylor maintained an attitude of cooperation and exploitation from beginning to end.

He said calmly, "The food inside the ship is now contaminated. The enemy is clearly trying to kill us with this environmental change."

Taylor gave a wry smile. "Have the Death Guard gone mad? This place is Abaddon's heart, and they're using such sorcery here."

He looked at the metal wall with strange tentacles sprouting from it and said uneasily, "Take what's still usable and retreat to the outskirts of the fortress and prepare to leave."

The wolf asked doubtfully, "Where?"

Taylor said pessimistically. "Who knows, maybe another hell, like Cadia?"

He was not very optimistic about the current situation and could only pray that they could find a usable transport ship.

Taylor soon found other loyalists, who also decided that the fortress should be abandoned. The damage they had done to the Chaos had almost paralyzed the fortress.

A large number of mortals died, and the Chaos Space Marines were also torn apart. The enemy might want to use demonic power to maintain the fortress, but restarting the fortress would not be done in a day or two.

After some consideration, Taylor decided to pack up and escape, but the Death Guards were not going to let the Imperials go easily.

Obviously, the culprits for the current state of the place are Taylor and his men.

It began when the eyes that grew out of the tangled strange flesh and blood reversed the view they saw to Typhon.

Their actions have long been exposed.

Taylor was now sitting on Frenstein, watching the signs of decay around him gradually fade away on the road to the edge of the fortress, and his inner joy grew stronger.

He remembered that he had successfully destroyed the Black Stone Fortress and accomplished things that many people dared not do, so he would definitely be able to make a lot of money after retirement?
Right……

Now it seems that that day is becoming more and more anticipated.

He lay comfortably in the co-pilot seat, thinking about whether to grow wheat or potatoes in the future, but when Ferenstein stopped in front of the hangar door, he asked the girl Leitlin anxiously.

"Tell me it's just a drop in the anchor or something insignificant."

The Lightling girl spoke bluntly. "Boss, there are about a hundred Chaos Space Marines ahead, the green ones, and dozens of Daemons."

Taylor's mouth cracked with tension and worry as the Imperial Fists and Ultramarines' armored vehicles began charging the enemy lines. The wolf, who had been crouching above Ferenstein, cried out in anger. "Dragan!"

He saw the guy and shouted angrily and resentfully.

The name made Taylor dazed. He said a little angrily, "Fire, whatever, fire!"

Frenstein's flamethrower spit out flames, while Roland picked up the melta to clear the way.

This tank is like a giant beast that can crush everything in its path, and it has become a terrifying thing in the minds of countless greenskins and the most practical construction.

Flame is surprisingly effective against demons, while melta can restrain Space Marines, and the ramming horns that are enough to cut through the armor of Zerg beasts appear sharper.

Most of the Space Marines and Imperial Guards shouted as they followed Ferenstein's lead.

Then, there was a full-throttle collision. Looking at the bullets bouncing on the bulletproof glass, Taylor closed his eyes and chanted the Emperor's great name again and again.

Fortunately, a strong enough steel engine successfully allowed them to break through the encirclement.

This made Typhons so angry that he gritted his teeth. Those imperial people came and left like they were going to the toilet.

Dragan was somewhat relieved that he did not hold back, but he also did not want those people to die so easily. His thoughts were complicated, but he was also clear.

The day to settle things with Taylor hasn't come yet.

When the convoy entered the hangar, most of the aircraft were of Space Marine specifications, so the pilots were basically all Space Marines.

Although it required special training to use them in combat, and those black gunboats with the symbol of Chaos were obviously not very auspicious, they had no choice.

Taylor looked at the huge machine and let Ferenstein gradually dock inside the body, and he soon became troubled about the choice of driver.

Until the wolf walked onto the pilot's seat of the transport plane when no one was paying attention, and shouted, "All-Father (Emperor) above!"

"This thing is comparable to the Thunder Wolf of Fenris!"

Then the engine started, and the transport plane that Taylor was on flew out first. Before Taylor could figure out the situation, he became the leader.

Several transport planes followed them away. Taylor immediately wanted to report to the nearby Imperial Guards, but he found that here, that is, the outskirts of Blackstone Fortress, the endless void was filled with Imperial cruisers.

Those behemoths that were several kilometers long were just small toys compared to the fortress, but they were monsters to Taylor.

Soon, several Imperial Death-class fighters caught up with them and opened fire without asking any questions.

Countless lasers were fired from both sides of the fighter plane, brushing past the flanks of the Thunderhawk gunship Taylor was carrying.

The good news is that the wolf has good driving skills and has avoided dog fights one after another.

The bad news is that Taylor found himself getting airsick...

He did his best to send a signal to nearby ships by radio.

There is only one sentence in it.

My name is Taylor, I'm a good person, please stop hitting me!

At the same time, because of his impatience, he activated the Inquisition Rose Knot in his arms and sent out an encrypted Inquisitor signal.

Almost instantly, the opponent stopped attacking and responded.

But a female voice came.

"I am the Grand Inquisitor of the Ultramarine Star Region, and I need to talk to you!"

(End of this chapter)