Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 179: Both Shots Hit Erebus
The traitor with the scripture on his face advanced recklessly amid the artillery fire, and his gods gave him protection, so that the projectiles would be deflected and the shells would avoid him.

What a generous kindness this is.

At least that's what Erebus thought.

God does not love the world, but He thinks they treat Him differently.

To him, those twisted and grotesque things will show mercy, to him, those terrifying ancient souls will appear kind?

Taylor scoffed at this. One day, his usefulness would be gone. He would be the first toy abandoned by the gods. He could still act tyrannically today only because the human empire still stood tall among the galaxies.

Taylor's evaluation of Erebus was crisp and clear.

Traitor, sellout, liar.

He put his telescope away on the concrete wall, and at the same time, he felt regretful for having promised Kaul to protect this place.

He regretted his boast. Whoever wants to be protected here can be protected!

First it was the greenskins, then the demons, and now the Chaos Space Marines have gotten involved, and all he has are tens of thousands of loyal and hungry mouths to feed.

If it weren't for Ms. Krieger's ability to work day and night, the complex and arduous task of logistics alone would be enough to give him a headache.

Taylor sighed pessimistically, watching the sun rise on one side of the horizon, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

Countless demons were fighting on one side of the horizon, and even more were gathering in front of the fortress, intending to skin them alive and remove their tendons, then mount their heads on metal racks and use them to praise their gods.

Now, when the stars rise, the day wind brings with it the stench of the Chaos Gods.

The bloated, rotten monsters crawled forward, the treacherous blue birdmen circled with evil grins, the fat green unclean ones corrupted the earth, and the human traitors led by Erebus were accomplices.

But it's a disgusting and ironic picture.

It was almost hard for Taylor to imagine how he could survive the attack from those guys.

The Chaos Space Marines led by Erebus approached quickly, relying on the demons as shields for tactical maneuvers, and then one by one the huge flying demons.

For example, the demon of Tzeentch or the flying giant fly, grabbed the bodies of the Space Marines without hesitation.

They were lifted up by the monsters, their wings humming and roaring. Theoretically, it was impossible for the Space Marines' exaggerated weight to be lifted up like this, but the demons seemed not to care about the rules of the material world.

What the hell!

Some of them were quickly hit by Hydra tanks and fell brutally, with flesh and armor fragments scattering everywhere. It was obvious that using demons instead of jump packs was not efficient.

But a strange black liquid was leaking from the bodies of those dead demons.

They became a strange black mist that made the gunner curse.

"The view is blocked! The auspicious instrument cannot detect the fog!"

Lieutenant Colonel Cardia said warily, "Using demons as cover? That's a completely devious approach!"

Taylor was not surprised, after all, the commander of this operation was Erebus.

One of the most disgusting guys in the world.

Taylor gasped, then raised his gun and shot at the black haze.

He didn't have the confidence to hit the enemy, but he didn't think he should watch the other side climb up.

But to be honest, he was not an expert in combat, but just an unlucky mortal officer.

Who knows if he will be doomed today, so he can only try his best.

His plasma gun spewed out a ball of hot plasma flame, piercing through the black smoke.

The moment it sank into it, the rapid movement of the plasma pulled the black mist inward, and then it completely disappeared.

God knows what he hit, God knows what he did. The feeling of no response and no feedback makes people pessimistic and doesn't want to shoot again.

But Taylor is not an ordinary person. He has been shooting blindly all his life. Even though he is a good shooter, he still likes to hide behind cover with only the muzzle of his gun exposed.

He kept pulling the trigger, and soon someone noticed that the black smoke began to spread abnormally, obviously they had hit the enemy.

After a Chaos Space Marine fell from mid-air and broke his thigh.

The initial uneasiness and confusion soon dissipated, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard began to effectively organize large-scale shooting.

Over the next few minutes, more and more Space Marines fell from the strange mist. Although it didn't completely prevent the Space Marines from logging in, it did cause them some losses.

But after fighting for half an hour, Erebus and the Space Marines finally broke through the wall's defenses.

As the demon placed the Chaos Lord's heavy shrine on the concrete wall, he smiled and walked down from his seat, as if he had already seen the future of this place.

A future in ruins.

But he actually overlooked one thing
Erebus's smile didn't last long before a metal claw from an orc hit his thick skin.

However, as expected of a wall-level face, even the metal claws of an orc leader only caused it to bleed slightly.

Although he actually dodged it.

However, Erebus was still lifted up by the strong impact, flew out of the high wall, and fell heavily to the ground.

Even for a Space Marine, being hit like this would be hard enough, but the greenskin remembered Taylor's instructions to him.

The human boss said, "Kid, take a few dozen bosses with you and beat any bad guys with words on their faces to death."

The greenskin grinned. "Beat him to death. I think that wasn't enough just now."

He picked up a large gun, walked to the edge of the wall, and fired again at Erebus lying on the ground.

The drowsy Erebus still didn't understand why there were green skins on the human walls.

He looked up and saw bullets falling like raindrops. He immediately activated his psychic shield, which was the protection given to him by the gods. A translucent non-material shield immediately appeared around him.

Most of the bullets were stopped around his body by psychic power, but soon, he saw large objects falling one after another.

That seems to be?

Rockets?!

Erebus remembered that the last time he was in such a mess was when he was fighting against the last Luna Wolf, Loken.

He believed that he was still useful to the gods, and therefore he would never die.

But the psychic shield was still destroyed by the first explosion, and then the dusty Erebus was blown away by the heat caused by another rocket, and his life or death was unknown.

The green-skinned boss rubbed the sparse hair on his head and said, "I think it's almost done."

Then he raised the massive machete at his waist and charged at the other Space Marines with a grin on his face.

What a fun day today!

First the devil, then the bad can.

He thought he had found the right place. His hands were so weak from chopping, but the enemy still came at his command!

It's a war buffet!
"This is war hell!" On the other side, Taylor cursed at the current situation.

The Space Marines broke through the wall on the right, but it was a complex burg, a fortress consisting of two layers of heavy walls.

But several heavy Space Marine vehicles used their cannons to open the outer side, and some Space Marines successfully installed thermal bombs in the gap, opening a hole in their fortress.

At the same time, the inner walls of the city were more vulnerable, and the Imperial Guard was no longer able to defend the partitions that were deliberately designed to trap the enemy.

They missed their chance, as the demons came in waves, driving most of the soldiers away from the wall.

Those Space Marines were able to complete their mission as if there was no one around.

So this is Erebus's plan...

Taylor gritted his teeth and ordered the soldiers to resist the demons, but he knew that without psychics and living saints, the attack they could make with only incense and holy water would be minimal.

He muttered to himself.

"May the Emperor bless you, old man, for all your hard work, please open your eyes and look at Cardia!"

Then he said with a wry smile, "I hope we can survive."

He placed the checkmate in the gap of the fortress, indicating the fall of that area.

He said seriously, "Sister Krieger, we might really have to sacrifice ourselves this time..."

(End of this chapter)