Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 184: Battle with the Four Gods
Taylor sometimes thought of the cold winds on the fortress world of Skadi, a toxic mixture of snow and a chill from far away stars.

He once thought that was the cruelest environment in the world, but now, his mind has changed.

Cold may not be fatal, but chaos is.

Recalling his days as a planetary guard, he once enjoyed a rare vacation and read the entire set of Skadi fairy tales, "Sylvie" all night.

It is a story about how a little girl lives in an imaginary world without war.

Now that I think about it, even the Skadi people's ridiculous imagination can only describe the cold mountains and poor food.

Taylor was once foolishly amused by the description above that a meal of three starch blocks and a can of beans could be considered a feast.

He never thought that one day even that little bit of beauty would disappear.

He sighed deeply and talked to himself.

"Taylor, when did you become so destitute, unable to sleep, living day and night in the nightmare of this horrible world?"

"Is it those sticky Chaos or the damn aliens?"

He suddenly said with a hint of anger. "It's all those damned things, Emperor..."

He took a long breath and looked at the approaching demons. He asked the soldiers to burn the bodies of the big demons around them, so that those things would no longer hinder their battle.

Now, enduring the foul-smelling poisonous gas and rotten flesh filled with the plague, the soldiers who fell due to the infection and had wounds on their bodies were brought to the infirmary in an orderly manner.

Medical Sisters prayed and applied potions for them constantly, and field doctors used stimulants bestowed by the Emperor to save their lives.

The remaining soldiers had difficulty operating too much heavy firepower, and frankly, this was by far the hardest battle Taylor had ever fought.

What was more painful than the endless enemies was the fighting day and night, but he still managed to survive.

Looking back, this is the final battle, the one that will decide who will be the winner.

Taylor licked his dry mouth, and the earth-shaking cannons and basilisks gradually aimed at the advancing Slaanesh convoy.

The first artillery bombardment, under the command of Lieutenant Colonel, arrived as expected, but was not effective.

Those Slaanesh Daemons were too fast, dodging the attacks like a nightmare.

They adjusted quickly. By Imperial standards, they had to shoot five times a minute, otherwise they would not be considered elite, but the Cadians could do six.

Dozens of heavy artillery pieces roared down like raindrops, and the continuous attacks had an effect.

Even if many of them were blown up by the Tzeentch Demon.

Many of them were also killed by Space Marines.

Many demons were blown to pieces, and the shells tore apart the evil carriages that looked like works of art and the strange creatures on them.

Taylor suddenly remembered his instructor's favorite words.

Artillery is the Emperor's gift!
Today, he still remembers this sentence clearly.

What was that guy's name? Bayer or something...

It seems that his ancestor was quite rich and was a general.

Taylor smiled bitterly, then couldn't help muttering.

"How did I fall into the web of memories again?"

He said solemnly to the soldiers wearing gas masks in the other trenches, "Get ready! The demons are about to break through our defenses! Stand up and fire!"

"Pay attention to the skirmish line, do not inhale too much poison gas, and keep enough holy oil in the mask."

"Fill your bayonets with bullets and salt your bayonets. This could be our last fight!"

He took a long breath, smelling the foul, awful smell in the air.

The giant iron man beside him slowly raised his body and said, "This is not like you."

Rogello said frankly.

Taylor replied. "I didn't have a choice."

"This is the final battle of Cadia..."

Taylor picked up his chainsaw sword. The demon's wicked grin reached him. Those twisted, sinister shadows swirled, like the ultimate temptation from hell. The demons' purple skin swayed before his eyes. They had horns, goat's hooves, and wielded long whips or slender swords. They looked like legendary succubi or seducing demons, not traditional demons.

Taylor knew them all very well. He watched a Slaanesh demon cross into the trench and hugged him with a wicked grin.

But no matter how plump the thing's breasts are, or how big its lower body is, Taylor has a fixed and unique answer to this hot and twisted thing.

The blade cut through the air with a piercing sound, and before the demon could react, the chainsaw sword cut off his head.

Captain Roland shouted. "Boss, great swordsmanship!"

Then he used hot melt to melt a demon's head, and the hit was very accurate.

At the same time, a twisted succubus with wings and a charming look came from behind Roland. Fortunately, the moment he raised his weapon, a bullet made the weapon fall from his hand.

Roland turned around and cut off his body with his power sword, then gave a thumbs-up to the position of the Lightling girl, and then Ms. Katie drove the Ferenstein over several demons.

However, even if these brothers were enjoying the killing, there were still dozens of tenacious, tireless and indefatigable Thousand War Supermen attacking them all the time, and this was not fatal to the demon army.

Because the only things that can effectively kill demons are a few heavy firepower and the veterans of the Cadia and Skadi Legions near Taylor.

Most people have no ability to resist those beings.

If we use data to describe it, the devil is probably equivalent to five mortals stacked together, but at the same time he never gets tired and his spirits are always high.

In comparison, any ordinary mortal who can fight against him is considered elite, so how can we talk about being evenly matched?

At this moment, the Iron Man used his huge body to knock a lustful beast to death. It was a mutated strange hound with three heads and no hair. It was 3 meters long and had the ferocious appearance of a bulldog.

Roglo's body was now covered in blood, and he showed fatigue for the first time as he spoke.

"Retreat, humans! If we continue to persist, death is just around the corner."

Taylor replied. "You have no home, so where in the universe can you go?"

"We still have our empire. As long as this rotten country exists, we must fight for it."

"Of course, this is not what I hoped for, nor what I like."

"But as human beings, we only have two choices: madness or persistence."

Rogelio was silent.

Taylor said. "Come on, you can go anywhere Iron Man, right?"

He replied, "My home is in this Legion."

"Let me fight once, just like I did in those dark times."

But just as he finished his words, a sharp bone spear pierced through the giant's head, and Roglo's huge body fell to the ground.

Taylor hurried over. "What, brother?!"

"You faked your death again! Right?"

Rogello didn't answer; the attack hit him squarely in the core.

And an evil and disgusting voice came to Taylor's ears.

"I thought those irons were dead."

"See how merciful I am, letting him meet his people so he won't be lonely."

"And now, I will fulfill my promise and take your soul, mortal."

His voice sounded like the accent of an ancient European aristocrat. He had a charming appearance and a three-meter tall body, slender and tall, like the most beautiful model, even more like the legendary Mona Lisa.

He was different from the guys who were defeated by Taylor before. Now he was holding a spear made of the ribs of the Great Demon of Khorne, looking down at the mortal.

But Taylor said, "Frenchtan! Hit him!"

The next moment, a huge metal armored vehicle passed over the demon's body and knocked him away heavily. Although it was far from fatal, it gave Taylor time to adjust.

He had to think of a way...

Same as usual!
(End of this chapter)