Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 181: The Divine Emperor's Army, Part 2
"Among the vast and boundless legends of the empire, the most mysterious is the legend of the Cursed Legion."

"For those determined explorers, there are many descriptions that prove the existence of these extraordinary warriors, but they always suddenly appear in times of despair and disappear inexplicably after the battle."

————Grand Inquisitor, Glaodilon.

In this day when the gods are laughing evilly and the stars are dimming, the Burning Spirit, armed with chainsaw bombs, will put courage into action.

They are the most loyal souls of all time, serving until their souls are completely consumed in the Emperor's fire.

At this moment, heavy raindrops fell from the sky of Cadia. The sour and corrosive liquid fell from the sky, and then was burned into steam by the burning souls and dissipated in the air.

The flaming chainsaw sword slashed, its owner remained silent, the blade pierced into the traitor's chest, turning continuously, fragments of armor and flesh scattered all over the ground, and these were his most passionate and loyal words.

Bombs appeared out of thin air from the guns, carrying the temperature of the Emperor's wrath, tearing the arrogant demons into pieces one by one. They were silent and fulfilled their duties, like steel, even more so than gold.

Hundreds of Space Marines jumped down from the heavy wall dozens of meters high as if they had no need to worry about gravity. Not a speck of dust was raised when they landed, and they were as light as feathers.

They moved in unison, in an orderly, silent and rapid manner. Bombs whistled as they fired, piercing through the demon's body, and chainsaw swords roared and cut through the remains of the traitor.

Their movements were in unison, their actions were precise and decisive, just like the army of the legendary god of war Ares, intelligent and brutal.

But on the black armor, there was only a burning skull, like a ghost returning from hell.

Taylor watched their fierce battle without moving his eyes away for a moment. The fierceness and precision of the fighting were more exaggerated than any Space Marine he had ever seen.

No, in fact, there are also those who are as powerful as or even stronger than them.

Like the Grey Knights.

Taylor was starting to daydream a little, so he gathered his thoughts and spoke to the other officers.

"They've opened a considerable gap in the battle lines, confining the demons and Chaos warriors to a single area. I'm even starting to wonder if the Imperial Guard is really needed."

"But I still roughly understand that they want to protect the obelisk."

"But this situation can't last long. To be honest, we don't know when the Great Demon will enter the fortress."

Taylor tightened his windbreaker nervously. The early morning raindrops caused the temperature to drop rapidly. Perhaps the continuous bombardment finally caused the rain clouds in the sky to solidify.

Anyway, this means that the war situation will be even more unfavorable to mortals.

But the appearance of the Legion of the Damned meant that the Emperor had not given up on them, but Taylor believed that the Emperor had saved the wrong people.

He did not have the ability to turn the tide, and those legionnaires who had resurrected from the dead should protect other soldiers on Cadia.

Now that he has more responsibilities, it proves that the emperor's vision is correct, but he knows his own limitations.

He held his stomach slightly, feeling a little uneasy, as if he had eaten too much ice.

Ms. Krieger asked. "Major Taylor, you don't look well."

Taylor said, "It's a bit stressful. After all, what we're facing is probably a standard apocalyptic-level war..."

His words were full of self-mockery, but he was also very clear about where his biggest problem lay.

He turned on the communicator and asked the greenskin leader who had entered the obelisk a few hours ago and handed over all his troops to Taylor.

Taylor's radio didn't go through, or rather, all he heard was the buzzing of a drill.

He was a little disappointed, and at the same time he noticed that a huge monster was approaching from the horizon.

It was a monster, a big demon.

The black dot towering into the clouds began to descend rapidly, allowing people to see its appearance clearly.

The blue wings were clung to his body like skin, and an ancient book was inlaid on the brass staff.

His beak-like mouth moved flexibly, his face revealed a human-like smile, and his complex mouth, like that of a lamprey, unfolded in the air, chanting an ancient and difficult spell. A powerful flash of light streaked across the ground like thunder. In an instant, Taylor's proud fortress was slashed by the powerful laser, leaving a long, dark line. The aura of death permeated the air.

It was like a terrible bombing, but fortunately the defenses built by Taylor had taken similar situations into account to a certain extent, which minimized the damage.

However, the Medical Sisters and Field Medics will have to work on this for several extra hours.

The power displayed by the great demon was even more disturbing.

The Imperials call him the Lord of Change, and he is a member of Tzeentch.

Taylor guessed that he must have waited for a long time and even used Erebus to complete the invasion today.

Furthermore, it may have predicted the emergence of the Cursed Legion and thus appeared only after they were restrained.

He let the Black Legion pave the way for him until the Empire had played all its cards.

He is definitely an egoist.

But the greenskins had disappeared completely, and the Imperial Guard was helpless against the enemy in the sky.

Taylor pessimistically requested that the almost paralyzed Skyfire system squeeze out the last bit of firepower, but amid the demon's treacherous laughter, there was only the whisper of the shapeshifter on the other end of his radio.

It seemed that their air defense forces were almost completely paralyzed, and the enemy was gathering his spells. Taylor faced the almost desperate situation in silence, but at this moment.

His radio chimed in.

"My invention is ready." The voice was mechanical and had a deep accent.

Taylor asked. "What?"

The next moment, the door of the obelisk opened, and a small orc Titan about ten meters tall staggered out of there.

It carries many strange things, such as the Necrons' multi-linked Gauss ray guns, the Empire's heavy missile launchers, and the Greenskins' favorite power clamps and big rattles.

It looked like a machine-cast demon, coming from an orc's simplest dream.

Taylor said in disbelief. "What the hell!"

At the same time, the huge monster made of steel and scrap took aim at the enemy.

Taylor looked at the almost impossible scene at the moment, smiled bitterly, and admitted that it seemed as if all the strange things were surrounding him.

Now that I think about it, that strange Technic has a different physiological condition from other greenskins.

That monster didn't care about the so-called waagh, nor did he want war. It seemed that there were very few things that could make him emotional in advance.

But according to the Undead Overlord Settra, the greenskin has regressed to a certain extent.

They were the first, most powerful and intelligent of the Orcs, and the Greenskins called them the Wise Ones.

But Setra was quite dissatisfied with this translation.

According to him, the name "Smart Boy" was what the ancient saints called the orc leaders when they were studying under them.

When those talented guys have learned their own set of things.

At that time, they will shed the cloak of love for learning and fulfill the only mission entrusted to them by the ancient sages.

At that time, all civilized races in the Milky Way will call them by their real names.

War boss...

waaaghboss.

(End of this chapter)