Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 176 God Bless Cardia, Part 3
The situation is terrible.

Taylor could smell the stench coming from the demon's body. If that strange smell really existed, it was probably his ill-fated relationship with those monsters.

Or maybe it's the smell of death.

Taylor said to his brothers, "Look, they're all so energetic, as if our long defensive battle didn't cause any damage to them."

"The empire's money isn't infinite. I hope our artillery fire is valuable."

He picked up the telescope and glanced over the twisted and terrifying demon army.

But it was still hard for him to imagine that the four siblings could work together for Cardia, but that was the reality.

They might fight over an unequal distribution of spoils, such as how Taylor's soul should be divided, but it seems that Erebus has convinced his masters.

Before Taylor could figure out what was going on, he saw a large group of Slaanesh demons rushing towards them as if they had seen a delicious meal.

It was a disgusting chariot driven by strange black horse-shaped bodies, looking like a cross between ancient Roman culture and slender Eldar culture.

Humanoid horse-like creatures gathered in groups, their bulging muscles pulling the terrifying screaming chariot behind them, and their long decorative wings were filled with succubi ready to go.

A high-level Slaanesh demon stood on the car and commanded other demons. The smell of blood and an extremely shrill and evil laugh echoed in the sky.

It's really a nightmare.

Tyler saw the guy. He recognized the demon. It was the thing he had unleashed in the forest world, and now it had come to take Tyler's soul as per its oath.

It's really disturbing.

Taylor said immediately. "Run!"

Those things were moving very fast. Those black chariots were like the dead from ancient times, resurrected on the roadbed crushed by the traffic of history, and now turned into ghosts that wanted to devour them.

A crimson beam from the sky streaked across the ground, causing the brown earth of Cadia to surge upwards, as if it had been hit by a powerful volcanic cannon.

Several heavy Lemanus tanks were directly overturned to the ground, and the violent explosion showed a destructive power beyond the imagination of mortals.

At the same time, countless Hydra anti-aircraft guns vented countless anger into the sky.

Taylor looked up, following the trajectory of the projectiles.

Suddenly, in the gray sky, a soaring Demon Lord of Change and a damn blue birdman were waving the brass staff representing the ancient primordial knowledge in the sky.

The psychic shield ignored attacks powerful enough to destroy heavy armor, and Hydra's heavy shells turned into only ripples under the translucent witchcraft shield.

He grinned evilly, his crown swaying in the wind of war, and the next moment his staff unleashed a barrage of witchcraft, the blue light shining so brightly that it dimmed the stars.

They were all coming for Taylor, as if they were sure that killing this young man would end the tense situation on the obelisk.

Franstan had to leave the team and gallop away from the front line quickly so that his comrades could breathe a few more breaths of the turbid and hateful air of this world.

One after another, arcane explosions and the unforgettable screams of Slaanesh demons rang out, and Taylor was beaten at a loss. After all, he was just a mortal, how could he possibly deal with so many evil demons?

Let’s not even talk about whether there is enough holy oil to anoint the bullets.

Their sheer numbers alone made it difficult to defeat them. Countless nightmares materialized on this battlefield, erupting with indescribable terror.

For Tyler, it seemed like the guys were all looking at his butt, and that alone made things even more twisted and terrifying!

He asked Franstan to go faster, but it didn't work. Slaanesh and Tzeentch were both outstanding in mobility.

They had such a hard time dealing with a fat and bloated damn unclean being before, let alone two beings who were good at magic and speed?
After a flash in the sky, a large number of horror monsters were teleported to the front of Franstan by psychic power. This damn witchcraft!
Those small, ugly things looked quite terrifying, with protruding fangs, twisted features, and shouting sounds.

Psychic missiles flew around in the mutant's small hands, with a power comparable to that of Imperial firearms, leaving shallow holes in Frenstein.

At the same time, Ferenstein ran over those small things, which made the engine's already slow speed even more overwhelmed in an instant. Taylor couldn't help but curse.

"He's used all the cunning Tzeentch gave him to come up with such a trick. We're doomed!"

As Franstan slowed down, the Slaanesh demon approached quickly. The big demon stood on the chariot, raised his arm, and a magic bow outlined an illusory shadow in his bent arm.

Under psychic power, the thing gradually gathered into a solid.

It looked like the legendary arrow of Dionysus. The translucent bow outlined the coquettish look of a naked body, which looked lazy and seductive.

A sharp arrow was fixed on it, looking like it could tear through the armor that Frenstein was so proud of at any time. They were doomed.

But just as the demon was about to release the bowstring, a fierce beam of psychic energy swept across the Slaanesh demon's convoy, blasting dozens of succubi and two carriages into the sky, and at the same time deflecting the demon's attack, causing the arrow to grazed the car body.

A magical explosion exploded on the side of Ferenstein. Taylor was frightened, but he was still alert and wanted to figure out what was causing them to still breathe.

He leaned out vigilantly, and this time he could see the situation without a telescope. The Slaanesh demon raised his longbow and shot at the birdman circling in the sky again and again.

The Lord of Change used his magic to fight back, lifting the chariots on the ground and sending those twisted half-human things back into the warp.

The scene looked like the end of the world, but it also explained one thing.

That is, the demons are not of the same mind.

Now, Taylor is sensitive to this matter.

So, they are not without a glimmer of hope.

Now, the demons were vigilantly keeping a considerable distance from each other, which made their forces quite dispersed. It was obvious that there was no peace between the demons.

One provocation, one accident, will lead them to kill each other...

Yes, that's one way.

And Taylor is the best bait in this dilapidated place, a fresh and delicious soul.

Damn it! He cursed inwardly.

At the same time, try to think about the current situation of the demons.

Nurgle and Tzeentch are at odds, and Khorne loathes the Lord of Lust; they are water and fire, ice and heat.

They made the fatal mistake of placing in one place things that were mutually restraining.

But how to accomplish this feat?

Taylor sighed.

“I’m going to die…”

He said to the other brothers, "Let's play a crazy game, okay?"

The Lightling girl replied, "Always ready."

Roland nodded.

Ms. Katie stepped on the accelerator.

Lieutenant Colonel Cardia asked in confusion, "What for?"

Taylor replied. "I call this tactic..."

“Dog bites dog.”

The lieutenant colonel asked in confusion. "What?"

Then he saw Taylor shouting at the Slaanesh Daemon.

"Look at you, you're a worthless creature, you swore to take my soul, but you wasted almost seven or eight years. You're such a loser, you can't even handle a mortal."

The demon roared angrily, and the army of Slaanesh moved forward quickly, ignoring the birdmen in the sky.

Taylor took a deep breath.

"Go, charge towards those red demons."

The lieutenant colonel yelled. "You're not crazy!"

Taylor replied shakily. "I'm very calm!"

(End of this chapter)