Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 172 Chaos Strikes
Taylor held up the orc's head, bringing silence to the entire battlefield. He bought time for the Empire to provide support.

As other Imperial Guardsmen walked up the towering concrete walls, this place, which was supposed to be the strongest, became a harsh front line of the war.

Captain Roland, wearing power armor, took the lead and used his melta and power sword to tell the greenskins that this was not their territory yet.

The large number of Kashejin warriors and Iron Man Roglo brought with them announced in the harshest way what punishment should be given to those who trampled on other people's territory.

Lasers, bombs, and plasma flew around like they were free. Even the thickest Terminator armor could hardly withstand the dense and crazy firepower of the Imperial Guard.

The greenskins took refuge in nearby cover, trying to conceal their massive bodies with anything they could see.

However, their surprise attack failed when they failed to kill Taylor in the first place.

The towering concrete walls were enough to withstand the attacks of the greenskins, but their vaunted heavy mechas could not withstand the attacks from the Empire for long.

Even when a citizen of the empire thought about the astonishing power coming from the 11 taxes he paid, he couldn't help but raise his chest like a fighting cock with high morale.

But in this fight, an abnormal subspace fluctuation tore across the battlefield.

Now, one by one, bright red vampires, monsters with horns and flaming swords walked out of the warp.

On concrete walls, on battlefields, and in the most hidden places.

The red demon walks on the ground, and the burning sword represents the cruel will of its father, the will to fear and kill.

Strange flying spirits soar through the sky, their blue skin representing their treacherous and cunning nature.

Heavy green Daemon Mortars appeared from the side of the horizon, a perfect fusion of biological and metal, the product of the Skull Cannons being acquired by the Father Nurgle.

The dark green heavy artillery spewed out the world's most vicious curses and corruption from the pitch-black muzzle, flew hundreds of miles, and then smashed those things onto the unshakable fortress of Cadia.

The assassin-like Slaanesh succubus emerged from the mist.

On the battle front, many mortal officers were now facing the most beautiful woman they had ever seen in their lives for the first time, but she was just an enemy.

Furthermore, her skin was glowing purple, and her lower body was even larger than those officers themselves!

Now, there was one in front of Taylor, and their eyes met. Taylor couldn't tell whether the one in front of him was a man or a woman.

Then it looked cute and seductive by human standards, and used its long black whip to invite Taylor to dance a dance of death with it.

The weapon came straight at him, and Taylor chose to refuse without hesitation.

His chainsword sliced through the whip from the warp, though the succubus's weapon quickly began to heal, sprouting new whips from the cross section.

But Taylor still saw a hint of loss on its face.

But Taylor knew very well that he could not accept such a thing!
He immediately raised the plasma to continue to attack the thing that could not be distinguished between male and female. He dealt with those demons with fear and anxiety.

The greenskins and the Imperial Guards were also entangled by other demons, and the situation that was previously tense has now turned into a three-way melee.

The Warp rifts were still spewing out new demons as their countless living forces. For the first time, Taylor understood why the Empire regarded those things as a scourge.

His chainsaw sword grazed the succubus's cheek, and it immediately bent its body into an extremely twisted posture, like a seductive leopard on the bed.

But Taylor never knew how to be gentle with women. He kicked her pretty face and knocked her to the ground.

The Lieutenant Colonel Cardia next to him endured the pain of losing skin on his right hand and had to hold the gun, and shot a laser at the demon's head.

When the succubus's head exploded, Taylor looked at the lieutenant colonel and gave the young man a thumbs up in his heart.

If he wasn't from Cadia, Taylor would even want to recruit him into his team.

After all, such a tough fighting style is rare.

But the lieutenant colonel misinterpreted Taylor's gaze as interrupting the veteran's tactics, and the lieutenant colonel said with a hint of guilt, "I'm sorry, I stole your prey."

Taylor replied. "What? Whatever, follow me!"

He said something very handsome.

The lieutenant colonel then imagined how this powerful imperial warrior killed those aliens, heretics, and demons, and did not care about his own stupidity.

At the same time, he saw Taylor calling on the elite members of the former Cadia Class 15, Kashejin, and the beautiful orange iron man.

The lieutenant colonel had already imagined them crushing the enemy with ease, just as it was written in the book, and buying time and victory for the empire!
But soon, he saw the hero quickly leading the soldiers down the high wall.

Well, it must be about charging out of the bunker and offering loyalty to the empire.

Then, Taylor chose to shrink the front as if nothing had happened.

He led his brothers in a retreat, abandoning the towering walls of the frontier fortress, as their original goal was only to protect the obelisk.

This was completely different from what the lieutenant colonel had in mind, and he couldn't help but ask, "Sir, we..."

Taylor suddenly pressed his head, and an arcane missile fired by the demon grazed his skull, and then the flying terror that fired the cannon was shot down by the anti-aircraft gun.

The lieutenant colonel was silent.

Taylor said, "Our goal is to protect the Great Sage, not to annihilate those guys. Once the obelisk is activated, the demons will naturally retreat."

"If we charge forward relying solely on passion, surrounded by those demons, we will eventually become exhausted."

He changed the subject and cursed.

"How did you get into military school? As an Imperial officer, we must not be misled by patriotic education and loyal beliefs. True victory and the battles required of the Empire are not about sacrifice and death."

“It’s about winning.”

The lieutenant colonel nodded vigorously and shouted, "Artillery team, provide cover as best you can!"

He clenched his palms in anger, and blood oozed from his skinless muscles, dripping onto the bright red soil of Cadia, which seemed to be stained with the blood of the loyalists, and sank into it.

A medic came over to bandage his hand, but he seemed to have forgotten the pain and directed his artillery music in an orderly manner.

Under the repeated bombardment, the demon's pace slowed down a lot.

But as more and more vampires and disgusting succubi began to appear behind the bombardment line using the gradually torn apart warp space.

Taylor's soldiers also had to contend with enemies who were extremely resistant to physical attacks.

Taylor now wished he was a psychic. He swung his chainsaw sword to kill one grinning bloodletter, and there were three more waiting behind.

He couldn't help but become pessimistic, as Nurgle's heavy artillery gradually approached where Taylor was.

When the demonic artillery fire began, Taylor was already in despair, but a burst of hot shouting was heard, and a green light covered the distant horizon.

"WAAAAAAAAGH!"

"WAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!"

Countless heavy green mechas approached with a roar, and Taylor realized that it was time for those green monsters to counterattack.

However, it seems that he was saved by the greenskin again, how ironic...

(End of this chapter)