Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 177 God Bless Cardia, Part 4
The lieutenant colonel saw how the hero's arms were shaking and asked warily.

"Is Major Taylor in good health? From the moment he gave the order to approach the demon until now, he has been shaking like he has Parkinson's disease." He asked in a low voice, as if afraid that Taylor would know his evaluation.

"Every time the war gets intense, the boss becomes like this," the Lightling girl replied. "The fear is ingrained in him, or at least that's what he says."

"But this is the first time I've seen him so frightened. Normally, his fear is only one-third of what it is now. Even when we were facing the Zerg or Space Marines, he had never been this frightened."

The lieutenant colonel asked. "So, we are facing the most difficult situation?"

The Lightling girl nodded, and then the crew fell silent.

It was an uneasy silence, broken only by the roar of cars and the sound of soldiers cleaning their weapons.

It was as if they were doomed to die if they didn't give it their all, and that suffocating feeling was, in some ways, their daily life.

Taylor's voice came quickly. "Get ready, we're about to engage!"

He said pessimistically that to be honest, this was the first time in his life that he was so close to a great demon, a great demon of Khorne.

The bloodthirsty red demons were rapidly approaching the front line. Many green engines formed a defense, trying to delay the enemy's approach.

Interestingly, both camps love war and death, so their wrestling is almost the most violent scene in the world.

The greenskin's mecha tore open the head of a bloodthirsty demon, and the hot sword in the hand of the nearly three-meter-tall monster pierced into the greenskin's cockpit.

With a rumbling sound, the two monsters fell down at the same time, leaving the world in silence. However, this silence only lasted for a few tenths of a second before a new war broke out again on the corpses.

Whether it was the roar of the skull cannon or the roar of the bloodletting vampire, the apostles of the gods trampled on this land unscrupulously.

Taylor felt that he was really crazy. He wanted to take the initiative to step into this hell and find a way to survive.

It was almost impossible, absolutely impossible, but he had to try.

The Slaanesh demons behind him were biting tighter and tighter. He could feel that those angry creatures wanted to eat him up and skin him alive.

In front of him, the unique smell of sulfur and death from the Khorne demons hit him in the face, as well as blood and metal, gunpowder and magma.

He stepped forward boldly, and at the same time the Great Daemon of Slaanesh began to draw his bow and shoot arrows.

Taylor held his breath and watched through the telescope as the demon who was obsessed with him took aim. When the graceful and seductive bow bent to a strange angle, Taylor shouted.

"Maneuver dodge, right!"

Frenstein tilted the entire car to the right, completing a beautiful arc. The right wheel of the car was lifted up, and he tiptoed past the fatal arrow.

The purple psychic arrow directly hit the ferocious head of the demon in front of him.

The head of the Khorne demon was pierced directly, but such a wound was not fatal to the demon. He roared angrily, swung the bronze axe in his hand, and then locked onto the person who attacked him.

Or demon.

Then, the giant red demon threw the burning axe in an exaggerated parabola, hitting the Slaanesh demon who had always wanted to get Taylor.

After the axe blade cut through the chariot it was riding in, the Slaanesh Daemon let out a headache-inducing shrill scream mixed with ancient Gothic.

"Method!" he said the damned demon's name, and the Khorne Daemon replied. "You were the first to strike, Shashi!"

They stared at each other covetously, as if their feud had not arisen overnight, which was completely different from what Taylor had expected.

He quickly carried Frenstein away from the battle line until the poor ground was transformed into the embodiment of hell in the hands of the angry demon.

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief. He had contained those damn things, even if it was only for a few hours or days. But for now, he still had to deal with the invasion of other Chaos forces. Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and let Ferenstein and his brothers return to the front line.

And he knew that his greatest advantage was that he had a fortress.

Now that we have dealt with the most troublesome Slaanesh and Khorne, we should strengthen the defense system and try to survive until the day when the Black Obelisk is activated.

As Franstein crossed the death-filled battle line and returned to the fortress of Cadia.

Interestingly, the greenskins greeted him with cheers, even more enthusiastic than the Imperial Guards. They called Taylor the War Chief, while the Cadian warriors still called him the Baron.

Taylor walked into the fortress relaxedly and took the coffee arranged by the soldiers and the fungal beer handed to him by the greenskin.

The guys looked at each other again and the greenskin asked.

"Xia Mi, what rank are you, to be able to serve my boss?"

The Imperial Guard officer looked at it with disgust, as if insulting the alien, and spoke.

"The Baron is a hero to humanity."

Taylor wanted to interrupt the meaningless internal friction. After all, there were still the armies of Tzeentch and Nurgle waiting outside.

Before he could speak, a huge figure slowly approached.

He was wearing a red robe, his eyes were wise and powerful. The restless bodies of the greenskins fell silent, and they looked at the monstrous greenskin master obediently.

His body was three meters tall, but it was hooked like a giant metal snake ready to devour its prey. His rough green face revealed a terrifying smile.

"The leader of the Blood Axe Clan. I thought I would never see Blood Axe again among the stars."

Taylor retorted. "I'm not."

He replied, "The Blood Axe is a clan formed by the Greenskins after they realized the strength of the Humans. They were once extremely powerful, but now they are broken and desolate. The Greenskins you brought with you are definitely the Blood Axe of the new era."

"You can't refuse. This is the character of the greenskin race. The strong are respected."

His Gothic is very good, so good that it's disturbing. Apart from the rough sound, the pronunciation of every word is standard.

Taylor swallowed. "Who knows?" He couldn't argue. He had definitely enjoyed some of the benefits, both good and bad.

He asked. "Such a powerful greenskin master, what answers do you have, what secrets do you have to help our delicate souls survive this nightmare from the warp?"

The mechanical monster looked at the sky, and at this moment the Hell Claw airdrop pod began to descend like a meteor.

He answered slowly. "Who knows? I'm just pursuing my own desires."

Taylor said boredly. "Maybe, but Abaddon is coming."

"The Chaos Warmaster has had enough of us."

"The front is collapsing. This is our only chance, our only chance of victory."

Suddenly, the green-skinned leader grinned broadly. "But for me, this is the most interesting place in the entire universe, bar none."

Taylor suddenly raised his head and looked at the airdrop pod falling in the distance. It was the Black Legion's airdrop pod, and answered.

"Thank you for your curse-like advice, Alien..."

(End of this chapter)