Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 175 God Bless Cardia, Part 2
How can this be.

The thought flashed through the mind of the loyal Cadian officer.

If this was not some incomprehensible sorcery, then he was dreaming.

He hurried to Taylor's side and looked at the officer, the man who brought the miracle.

"My Lord, what kind of magic did you use?"

Taylor tilted his head. "What the hell?"

"Do I look like a psychic to you?"

He answered boredly, speaking to a giant green boss using the microphone on a can.

"Boy, take your brothers to guard the gate and remember not to let those damn demons in again."

The giant can said, "I know, you little bastard. I've heard you before. I thought that Blood Axe was joking."

"Ha, interesting. I thought only old One-Eye could be so remembered by the Armageddon orcs."

He left laughing, and a lot of garbage fell from the huge metal can, giving Taylor a headache.

It takes a while to clean up after welding. Can't they weld better?

Taylor turned around and said, "What's wrong, kid?"

He looked at the young Cadian officer and to be honest he had the will to look after him, he was a strong and loyal man after all.

The young man said, "I want to know what happened."

Taylor replied. "You shouldn't know, and I won't tell you the whole story. All you need to know is that the xenomorphs are evil, and they all deserve to die."

Taylor said it truthfully, he also thought so, if one day he could exterminate all the races in the world, then only humans would be left.

For the young man, he didn't quite understand, but he was deeply aware that the relationship between them was not so simple.

He nodded silently, and Taylor said at this moment, "Why don't we go to Ferenstein and take a look?"

Ferenstein...

The lieutenant colonel had seen the name in that book, and he had thought of riding on it and killing the enemies of the empire, but he had not expected the opportunity to come so soon.

But Taylor still had a question. "Haven't you read my story? There are some things that aren't so rosy. I think the book should have..."

The lieutenant colonel asked in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Taylor said. "For example, I'm in Mawson Ryde..."

The two of them compared notes for a moment, and then Taylor noticed something was wrong.

A lot of his story was cut out, such as his collaboration with Dragan on the Forge World or the battle in the infamous Armageddon, and any collaboration with the Greenskins or Heretics was cut out.

This is the Empire, and those things are replaced with other troops of the Empire.

For example, the greenskins fought alongside him and became the Iron Guard of Armageddon, showing their might, and Dragan directly became a fringe chapter of the Blood Angels.

Apparently, this is very imperial.

I don't know what those loyalists who were forced to "cooperate" with me think about this, but given the situation in the Inquisition, they probably know about it too.

When Taylor walked into Ferenstein, he saw the boy's clumsy appearance. For the first time, Miss Lightlin looked at the other person warily, and then said.

"Boss, I've seen that look before. It's what happens when a guy wants to steal something."

Taylor smiled. "I trust him. That's all. We don't have anything valuable here."

"But keep an eye on our pot. If that thing is gone, our life will be in vain."

That iron wok was a fine piece custom-made by Taylor. There wasn't another one like it in the entire sector. It was a standard frying pan. In the Empire, where roasting and stewing were the primary cooking methods, that kind of thing could only be purchased on Chogoris (the homeworld of the White Scars). The girl, Leitlin, understood the situation and left. Meanwhile, the situation on the front began to deteriorate.

The demons began to teleport frequently, although most of them were caught by the green-skinned mechas as soon as they saw people. They looked like children who caught insects and cut off their heads and tails with an innocent look.

It can be considered restricted content. After all, demons also have internal organs. Although they are only projected from the subspace, the "filling" under the skin is quite real.

However, such a terrible scene could not scare those creatures. They thought that the boredom and silence of the warp were much more terrifying than death.

A large number of demons continued to move forward tirelessly, while the Imperial Guards also finished boarding the vehicles.

"Let's go!" Taylor said.

Dozens of armored vehicles, Rogdorn heavy tanks, Lemanus main battle tanks, Salamander light tanks, and even Hercules transport vehicles for transportation started moving.

They rushed out of the camp as if promethium fuel was free today.

Because the Warp rift is not big enough, most of the demons coming now are light infantry.

The highly maneuverable Khorne and Slaanesh Daemons or the flying Plague Flies or Flying Horrors are clearly not suitable for the Empire to continue trench warfare.

If Taylor needs to destroy the enemy forces, he must use more urgent means.

To be honest, this was not his style, and it was not even the war he expected.

But Tychus and Krieg had already told him that if he only defended himself, death would follow.

He held his breath, suppressed his fear and anxiety, and led the convoy out of the fortress.

A large number of demons rushed over in an instant, but the greenskins' mechas spit out flames and explosive bombs, quickly killing those things.

Lemanus and Rogal Dorn tanks now formed a defensive position while the Chimeras transported the mortals to the rear.

Imperial Guardsmen dealt with the light infantry, and tanks responded to the enemy's artillery fire.

Soon, this damn fighting style made the demons who lacked super heavy firepower embarrassed.

The Imperial Guard soldiers would immediately get into the vehicles after the light demons were teleported, and the Chimera's shells would destroy the teleported demons.

Of course, the tactical premise here is the strong tactical qualities of the Imperial Guard and the courage of the Cadian soldiers.

Only Kashezin and the veterans can do it.

They used steel and artillery, flesh and blood, and mortal bodies to successfully defeat those legendary monsters, just like the heroes and knights in ancient stories, except that they were more dusty and looked more ridiculous.

Taylor took a deep breath, climbed out of Ferenstein, and watched the front line gradually being controlled by the Imperial Guard.

He should be able to sleep well for the next three days.

He assessed the battle situation.

But at this moment, abnormal lightning flashed in the sky.

In the clouds, a blue winged bird-man appeared in the sky.

On the ground, a huge rotten giant crawled over, with its abdomen cracked and its appearance distorted.

In the distance, the seductive Slaanesh demon, like a winged fallen angel, was approaching rapidly amid the worship of countless servants.

And an angry red demon, in the thunder, holding an axe, crossed the artillery fire and death, wanting to sing the name of its master with blood.

Taylor counted the situation here, 1, 2, 3, 4...

He said fearfully, "It's all here. Damn it."

"Is this Cadia? Hell is just like this!"

(End of this chapter)