Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 180: The Divine Emperor's Army, Part 1
Continuous trenches meandered out of the fortress, forming several circles of impenetrable battle lines.

Countless Imperial soldiers huddled in the last of humanity's territory here, watching as Daemons and Chaos Space Marines trampled upon their honor.

They were convinced that they could survive and fulfill the Emperor's duty, and that this place was indestructible, at least most people thought so.

But Taylor knew very well that the last one that claimed to be indestructible was called the Maginot Line.

This is not a good word. The defender is always the passive party. War changes rapidly. If time is infinitely extended, the attacker will always be able to break through.

Taylor was quite pessimistic about this, but he had to admit that there were still a large number of sturdy and reliable Imperial engines parked here.

Whether it was the Hydra tanks, Lemanus, or Rogal Dorn equipped with twin laser cannons, they all provided Taylor with a tiny sense of security.

At least the demon won't move after being blown to pieces.

Right?

perhaps……

Taylor asked himself some questions in his heart, then picked up the telescope and looked at the monster squeezing in from the cracks in the concrete wall in the distance.

The Chaos Space Marines were held up by the Greenskins, which was a blessing in disguise, but after fighting all night, the Greenskin numbers were already in jeopardy.

The greenskins who survived now were all elite leaders, but their lack of numbers still made them unable to take on the core defense work.

At the same time, the Imperial Guard's mortal losses, while still acceptable, were reduced by almost one-third.

Although those who remained were the elite Skadi and members of the Cadia Blitzkrieg, the White Shields were almost wiped out.

However, there are still many heavy weapons that cannot be activated due to shortage of manpower. It is heartbreaking to see them just parked there.

Taylor planned to send a group of soldiers over. At the same time, he envied those guys in his heart because they could hide behind their comrades and fire artillery, instead of observing the situation with a telescope like him, risking being shot in the head by the enemy.

Of course, he still looked inconspicuous. Although he said he was taking a risk, in fact, he only poked half of his head out from Frenstein with caution and fear.

Such a guy can definitely live longer, at least Taylor's existence has proved it.

It seems that staying alive is more important than killing the enemy, because only by staying alive can you kill the enemy.

The soldiers here today are all well aware of this, and each of them has his own unique skills, such as opening the laser gun shell and manually overloading his weapons to increase attack power.

Or use a personal heater to make your own promethium incendiary bombs to deal with those sticky and swelling demons.

Some people even perform simple imperial rituals on the battlefield to consecrate their weapons and equipment.

Many Imperial experts believe that such battlefield rituals are extremely dangerous, and improper rituals may lead to the introduction of terrifying powers such as "Gods Who Must Not Be Named".

But the reality is that such situations continue to occur among lower-level officers and imperial soldiers.

The reason is also very simple.

If they don't, they could die, and if the weapons aren't working at 120 percent, they'll die.

So to a certain extent, they don't care who gives them the power.

Furthermore, the prayers of the devout always result in the Emperor's help, and such rituals represent their unwavering faith in their beliefs.

A few minutes passed and the demons began to approach.

The soldiers began to soak their bullets in holy oil and smear their bayonets with holy salt. Although they didn't know how effective it would be, it was better than going into battle naked.

They took a long breath and fired at the monsters, whether they were the crazed Tzeentch horrors or the unclean ones that charged like a tidal wave and oozed mucus.

Weird zombies were swaying among them, many of them wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Guard, and that body might have been chatting and laughing with the person who shot him just a few hours ago.

The suffocating stench also challenges the soldiers' physiological limits time and time again.

But the veterans still resolutely defeated the enemies again and again under the cover of artillery shells and firepower.

Taylor was overjoyed, and he felt a glimmer of anticipation at the hope shown.

Given his personality, it was difficult for this to happen, and it was clear that his comrades in the Imperial Guard had exceeded his expectations.

Until Ms. Krieg reported back. "The wall on the other side has begun to collapse. The cause is... the Dreadnought."

"Dreadnought?" Taylor remembered that it was a special kind of mecha, a combat coffin for old Space Marines and the dying.

For example, in chaos, it will become a demonic, devilish metal engine from chaos.

But even if it is that kind of thing, it is difficult to break through the fortress.

He picked up the telescope and looked out from the commander's seat. Soon he saw those dark brown, slightly reddish, terrifying things. At first glance, the Dreadnoughts looked a bit cute, each of them a square, bulky mecha, but they were actually quite fast.

There are six of them on the battlefield now, each one covered in horrific strange protrusions and mutated flesh.

At the same time, they had jets behind them, burning with strange purple psychic flames.

Their heavy power claws raised high, instantly defeating the remaining orc troops on the wall.

Their jetting ability gives those furious mechas quite exaggerated maneuverability. They can be jetted dozens of meters in almost an instant, as if teleporting.

The heavy-duty power claws can grab the cockpit of a green can mecha in an instant, grab the green boy inside, and then pull it out.

It looked like a perfect and quick chest surgery!

Taylor couldn't help swallowing as he watched the one-sided massacre.

He said. "We have no more troops to stop them, and the greenskins are almost exhausted."

Taylor thought of a Tomb King, a Necromancer. If his army were dispatched, they might still have a chance of winning.

But the Undead Dynasty cannot be exposed to the public, nor can it leave the obelisk.

Only Settra can protect Kawl and help him with his research; if he goes to war, the work of repairing the obelisk will be stalled.

But without the Necron troops commanded by the King of Pope, it is questionable whether they can defeat the powerful Space Marine Legion.

Taylor was quite pessimistic and uneasy because of this, and he kept muttering to himself.

"What else can we do..."

The Chaos Space Marines began to gradually walk down the wall and merge with the Chaos Dreadnoughts, now becoming an invincible force.

Taylor couldn't help but pray to the Emperor. He was an atheist before, but from the first day he came to this world, he understood one thing.

Emperor, good.

Four Gods, bad!

Despite this belief, his loyalty was rarely appreciated by the Emperor.

He once felt that the Silver Sun didn't like him.

But at this moment, a ray of light emanated from the saint necklace on his chest, connecting to the temporary ceremony built by countless loyal soldiers on the battlefield.

The silver light gradually materialized and turned into gold, the emperor's gold.

People subconsciously marveled, shouted a miracle, and performed the Sky Eagle salute that represented respect.

Even Taylor had never seen such a light before. It was bright and cold, like a scorching light without a trace of temperature.

Taylor realized, however, that this thing was cold to humans, but hot as fire to Chaos.

The twisted demons stopped moving forward, but Taylor felt that this was just a drop in the bucket, because the Chaos traitors were not afraid of this faint divine light.

Against Space Marines, this remains a heavy proposition.

Until someone on the towering concrete wall inexplicably started shooting at Chaos Space Marines and demons.

They looked like Space Marines, but their armour resembled that of a charred corpse, their chests were bare bones, and their weapons burned with an abnormal flame.

They have no Chapter markings, only a skull as their symbol.

They were silent, without any radio signals or announcements.

Ms. Krieg asked questioningly. "Which chapter is this?"

"Are those expeditionary power armors? They've been retired long ago, theoretically. Where did these one hundred Space Marines come from?"

The officers looked at each other, but Taylor said.

"I have heard a rumor that a loyal legion was destroyed in an accident, and the Emperor took their souls so that they could offer their loyalty when the Empire was about to collapse."

"They turned into flames and undead, fighting for the Emperor and humanity, and never complaining for eternity."

"Their names are."

"The Cursed Legion..."

(End of this chapter)