Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 178 Black Legion
The Space Marines descending from the sky broke the frozen atmosphere on the battlefield, the sky was covered with artillery fire and death, the towering walls and silence, the Imperial Guards and the Greenskins took turns resting and fighting.

In an almost impossible tacit understanding, humans and aliens are in a situation where they are forced to find the only answer under the threat of death and attack.

Even though the greenskins and imperial soldiers in the same trench would kill each other after a single order, their life-and-death friendship as comrades-in-arms quickly established an abnormal friendship between them.

The biggest beneficiary of this was actually Taylor. As a powerful war lord who defeated the invasion of Chaos Demons, he was recognized by both the Imperial Guard and the Orcs.

In the combat meeting room, the Krieg girl looked at the beasts in silence, and many of the Cadia officers were also dissatisfied.

Ms. Krieger said, "I should have stopped your crazy ideas. I don't know why the lieutenant colonel is also crazy with you."

Taylor ruffled the matted fur on his head. "But it works, doesn't it?"

"Those greenskins have killed countless demons during this period." After saying that, he gave a thumbs up to a fully armed greenskin boss.

The beast smiled and responded to him, as if they were close comrades.

Ms. Krieger emphasized. "This joke is not funny. Fighting the enemies of the Empire is our destiny."

Taylor didn't argue or argue any further, but simply replied, "Old Tychus couldn't control me, so how could he control you?"

"Why don't we have a good dinner, drink some coffee, and think about how we should survive tomorrow."

Taylor picked up the Reka coffee on the table and added sugar to it out of boredom. At the same time, an orc boss coughed and said, "What the hell? I think this is not as good as fungal beer!"

After saying that, he threw the ceramic cup specially approved by the Ministry of Military Affairs to the ground and once again challenged the nerves of the Krieg people.

This incident completely angered Ms. Krieger.

She took out the combat dagger stored at her waist and pressed the orc's neck at the same time, like a crazy wild cat hunting its prey, as if she could easily kill it.

If she could, she would cut the beast's neck open, like severing his artery with her tusks.

The gaze filled with murderous intent towards the aliens even made the arrogant greenskins break out in cold sweats of fear.

It was as if it had seen something more horrifying than death, but Ms. Krieger still tried her best to maintain her cruel obedience to the discipline.

Now it seems that feeling even takes priority over killing the aliens.

She lowered her weapon and said to the greenskin, "It's not time for me to kill you yet. Next time, you'll have your head and body cut off."

After saying that, he touched the long golden hair, making the green-skinned creature couldn't help but sigh.

"Boss Taylor, you didn't tell me there was such a waaaaagh guy here."

An Imperial Guard officer approached Taylor and said, "She is truly captivating, especially when she fulfills her duty to the Emperor."

Taylor rubbed the tip of his nose. "Indeed."

He couldn't deny that the lady's fighting skills now seemed quite reassuring.

Under what circumstances could he refuse such a beauty to be his comrade?
Taylor wasn't sure.

But they underestimated the hearing of the Kriegs. Those guys could hear what the commander said even in the midst of heavy artillery fire. Besides, the only sounds here besides the greenskins' snoring were their whispers.

She stood up and said seriously, "Put aside your arrogance and lasciviousness, Colonel Kyle Frank. You are tarnishing your honor as a Cadian."

The officer looked at her, caught off guard, and Taylor only saw a subtle blush on her cheeks.

She walked out quickly, leaving behind a moment of silence, and Taylor was certain that he had survived this disaster.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and had to think about how to deal with the remaining two demon armies.

And the ever-falling mixed forces of the Black Legion and the Word Bearers.

Obviously, the demons will not fall for it again, not to mention that the remaining two are the Nurgle demons who are famous for their emotional stability, and the Tzeentch birdmen who are famous for their cunning and treachery.

Therefore, this is a very difficult task. In terms of manpower, even if the greenskins join in and the Tomb Fleet is deployed, it will be difficult for them to achieve a phased victory.

A defensive battle was the only answer, but Taylor believed the Chaos Space Marines would not sit still and wait for death. On the contrary, they should have a good chance of victory. It could be a foul spell, or a changeling infiltration, or a crude and unstoppable quick jump, or some heavy weapon beyond Taylor's imagination.

Who knows?

At present, they still have time, but not much. He tried his best to apply for support from above, but Taylor knew that there was a shortage of people everywhere in Cadia.

The reliability of those supports is not high, even though the Obelisk is considered a strategic priority battlefield.

But what the top leaders of Cardia can decide is only how many people can be allowed to die in the current situation that is like squeezing toothpaste.

Taylor was quite pessimistic about this, and the greenskins and the Imperial Guards kept arguing about it. Some said that they could cut the greenskins into pieces and scatter them on the ground, and then they could harvest more manpower in ten days or half a month.

But a green-skinned boss cruelly said that it would take at least a year for a kid to go from being useless to being able to stand on his own.

That's fast, but not enough.

One of the greenskins was very smart. He suggested that we could get some machines that could think for themselves and let them fight with us, but this proposal was almost immediately rejected.

Because all creatures in this world know that if you create intelligence, you will never be their master.

Betrayal is a compulsory course for almost every creator, and thousands or tens of thousands of young souls are the best believers of the Chaos Gods.

It wouldn't even take much time to defile them, and by then Taylor and the others would be destroying themselves.

The discussion continued like this for a while. After rejecting countless answers and questions, Taylor walked out of the conference room helplessly.

Because their only answer is, and only is, three words.

Just wait and see.

Who knows whether the turning point will come first or the ammunition will run out first? Although the wall built by Taylor is strong, it is not invincible.

No one knows when the Chaos Demon civil war that was provoked with great difficulty will end. When one of the bosses of Slaanesh or Khorne becomes tired, that will probably be the end of them.

He could only breathe a breath of the relatively cool air to celebrate his survival for another day.

But Taylor soon saw that the situation was not good.

Those were the hordes of Black Legion warriors, Word Bearers, and Chaos Space Marines, who, relying on the terrifying Nurgle demons as cover, were rapidly approaching their precarious defense line.

With the Emperor as your guarantee, Taylor admitted that the situation was bad enough.

But now that the situation continues to evolve, how bad can it get?

Taylor thought to himself comfortingly.

Until he saw the leader of the warriors, sitting on a conspicuous religious throne.

On a death altar made of an eight-pointed star and skulls, a staff was waved, providing the demon with a constant supply of warp power.

He was the Word Bearer, wearing scarlet armor, his face covered in scripture, and he looked like a hypocrite, a preacher sitting on a corpse.

His and the Space Marines next to him had strange mutations such as pincers, wings, and horns on their bodies.

Taylor knew him, he was Erebus, the deceiver, the scum, and an ancient Space Marine.

He is also a bastard who has been wanted by the empire for ten thousand years and no one has caught him yet.

Now that he is willing to come to the front line, he must be 100% confident of success.

This made Taylor even more uneasy, but that was all he could say.

"Prepare to fire, focus on that showoff on the shrine!"

(End of this chapter)