Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 183: Skadi's First Redemption Group vs. the Great Unclean

"Come on, come on, transport vehicle to the left side of the trench, quick! For the Emperor's sake! There's a novice driver there!"

"The engineering troops on the right, dig faster! Make sure the depth is sufficient!"

"Emperor!"

"The throne is on top!"

"Here here!"

The trenches today are still bustling with activity. If people didn't know the situation, they would probably think it was a construction site.

But the situation is different. The difference is that the construction site is to cast something, to build something, but the only purpose here is to destroy something.

A large number of transport trucks were carrying heavy explosives, and the engineering team dug out a large pit. It was obvious what they wanted to do.

It was actually a loyal orc hunter who taught Taylor this tactic.

Perhaps the person who invented this technology never thought that his method would be magnified dozens of times and used on a huge demon that was 13 meters tall.

But this was just the final solution. Taylor was watching the intense battle on the front line while thinking about how to get the big thing into the trap.

One-third of the Empire's military forces were trying their best to delay the Great Unclean One, but Taylor still didn't have enough time.

After much thought, he decided to brainstorm and asked in the meeting room.

"My loyalists, you should be aware of our current difficult war situation. If we want to deal with that thing, we must let the big demon get close to our trap."

"But this means we need a bait that's tempting enough to keep the demon under our control. At the same time, this bait needs to be able to survive the demon's attacks..."

"So, what do you think?"

After saying that, the officers all turned their eyes to Taylor.

As if to say.

Are you talking about yourself?

Taylor realized something was wrong at this moment. He lowered his head and pretended to be in deep thought, hoping to avoid the pit he had dug for himself.

At this point, the Krieger woman stood up and said, "The enemy's interest in our supply lines suggests they've realized the value of contaminating our food."

"I suggest we put storage rooms and a lot of food there. The enemy will try to attack that, no doubt."

An officer asked. "Ma'am, what will happen to the soldiers' rations if the food is contaminated?"

Miss Krieg replied. "No, if it is for victory and the Emperor, we can endure hunger, can't we?"

She stood up at this moment, walked deliberately to Taylor's side, and chanted like a demon.

"If we eat starch blocks for breakfast and canned peas for lunch, we can save a lot, but according to the calculation, we will have to go hungry for dinner."

"Isn't it?"

Taylor stood up now. "I'll go! I'll go!" he said through gritted teeth.

"Is that the book?"

Ms. Krieger didn't answer, but kissed his forehead and said.

"I wish you good luck in martial arts."

Taylor sighed.

Hours later, he lay on the Frenstein, listening to the clattering footsteps of the Unclean behind him.

He was bored and flipping through the infantry manual, with the cold wind from the air conditioner in the car blowing on his face, and listening to the sound of the demon hitting the body of the Flenstein car.

Then came the sound of Captain Roland firing at the enemy, and the sound of Roglo tearing the demon's flesh with his metal arms.

He appeared calm and silent, then asked, "Roland, has our car been modified? It feels like it's getting stronger and stronger. Even the demons can't punch a hole in it."

Roland wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, "Who knows, Boss? This place has always been haunted."

"This car is amazing," Taylor said.

Roland pondered the word in confusion. "Spirituality?"

This word is rarely used in Gothic, but Roland felt that it was just the right word to describe the situation of this vehicle.

However, their interaction was soon interrupted by a heavy attack. A thick and filthy hook suddenly pierced through the roof of Frenstein's car, a sharp head pierced through it, and then slid backwards.

A gash was torn in Frenstein's body, and countless pieces of rotten flesh from the running Great Unclean One began to fall into the car.

The smell of rotting meat was unpleasant, like fresh meat that had been forgotten in the refrigerator overnight in the summer. Suddenly, the sound of retching continued, and Taylor cursed. "This is simply a mental attack!"

He opened the car door, kicked out the rotten meat and a zombie crawling at the door at the same time, and confirmed that they were getting closer and closer to their destination.

Frenstein began to accelerate, crossing the pit in front of him and taking off from a springboard that the Imperial Guard had prepared early.

As the car fell, Taylor held on to the car body to avoid flying away. At the same time, a large number of demons and the big unclean one fell right into the pothole.

Rumble, a violent explosion occurred the moment the demon stepped on the anti-tank mine. A large amount of violent gunpowder was ignited, and at the same time, the arrogant demon turned into a rain of rotten flesh.

Taylor cursed. "Damn it!"

Before the mushroom cloud dissipated, a piece of rotten flesh from the devil fell to the ground like raindrops.

The stench was overwhelming.

It felt like blowing up the decaying corpse of a giant.

Taylor suddenly remembered a story he had read about a huge whale that was stranded on the beach of a coastal town and died and rotted.

For the ocean, its death was originally a return of nutrients, but now for humans, it has become a huge piece of rotten meat.

Finally, the men solved it with a bomb.

As a result, the entire town was filled with rotten fat and meat within half a month and became smelly.

As it turns out, this is probably true.

And Taylor is recreating this cesspool war in the 41st millennium of human civilization.

The stench and rotting flesh were so widespread that the soldiers could hardly fight. Some used promethium-fueled flamethrowers to clean up, but it only made the "fragrance" more layered.

Frankly speaking, the damage caused by this explosion may be greater than what the Great Demon should have caused. Fortunately, the brothers are still alive.

Taylor can now say with confidence that he defeated four great demons and the entire black legion.

He won.

But before he could cheer, he realized something was wrong.

The Cursed Legion is still there...

This is not good news, it means that the Emperor feels that the war here is not over yet.

But two of the Great Demons are gone, all the Greenskins have been wiped out, only one in ten of the Black Legion remains, and only half of the Imperial Guard's soldiers can now serve as combat forces.

This is clearly a victory for the Emperor, but why haven't those warriors left yet?

Taylor put on his gas mask and prepared to approach the silent soldiers for the first time to ask them what they thought.

He approached the guys whose bodies were burning with flames cautiously. They just stood straight at the moment and only glanced at him the moment Taylor approached.

There were many signs of damage on the bodies of those warriors, just like the Imperial Guard camp, which now had three large holes in the wall and two large pits on the ground.

The whole place looked like it had been bombed hundreds of times, with nothing left except the messy trenches and the corpses of heretics, aliens and demons all over the ground.

Now, Taylor led his brothers to perform the Sky Eagle Salute to those heroic spirits, and then he asked boldly.

"Emperor's Spirits, why have you not departed yet? The Daemons are dead, the dreams of the Gods are broken, the traitors are driven out, the xenos are gone."

“This is a victory.”

But the soldiers remained silent.

After a moment, they raised their weapons and cast their gazes across the horizon.

Taylor picked up the telescope with trepidation and saw a breathtaking purple.

It was a powerful Daemon of Slaanesh.

The demon lay on the chair of the chariot, stroking his wine glass lazily.

That thing was a hollowed-out head, the head of a Khorne Great Daemon, with wine flowing inside his skull, like the greatest blasphemy to his master, the Lord Khorne.

Obviously, he lost the fight.

Meanwhile the Slaanesh Daemon is coming to fulfill his promise.

For example, taking Taylor's soul as a toy...

(End of this chapter)