Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 185 Activating the Obelisk

The bright figure was like Taylor's nightmare, and he climbed out of the trench without a care in the world.

He looked miserable now, with rotten flesh hanging from his purple skin, and his chest was sunken, as if many of his bones had been broken by Frenstein.

If a mortal was attacked like this, he would have died long ago, but the infinite power given to him by the gods obviously would not let him die so easily.

Taylor muttered. "I have to confront him..."

But just as he stood up, he saw a spear made of bones pierce his head, lift up the old helmet that had fought with him for many years, penetrate it, and carry him flying several meters away.

Taylor touched the burning pain on his head, as if killing Rogelio was no longer so infuriating.

Rather than revenge, Taylor knew that reason was the key to success.

It might sound a bit cold to say that, but he had to think of a solution first.

But the demon knew Taylor inside and out. He quickly passed over the soil that was hot from the war and attacked Taylor with his sharp sword.

His beautiful face, which was difficult to tell whether it was male or female, was now in front of Taylor, ready to tear off a piece of this mortal's flesh and blood at a speed that no mortal could react to, just to taste the saltiness.

Taylor gritted his teeth and put the chainsaw sword against his teeth. Only then did he see that under the demon's flawless face was a terrifying mouthpart like a serrated sucker.

"Damn it! My Emperor!" He couldn't help but curse, watching the sparks flying from the mouth of this thing and the chainsaw sword rubbing against each other. Fortunately, the quality of the products made by the Zerg was better.

After that breathtaking struggle, the one who gives up first is the devil.

But if Taylor had just been exhausted, his face would probably have been torn off by that terrible mouth.

The high-level demon named Shashi was licking his teeth that were broken by the chainsaw sword. A lot of red liquid flowed out of the white stuff, but it gave off a strange aroma, making it difficult to tell whether it was blood or wine.

He gently sucked his own fluids as if he was still enjoying it.

This made Taylor's scalp tingle, although by the standards of the Empire's loyalists, he was sometimes quite a slut.

But that's just a joke at best. Look at this thing?!
It's simply unreasonable!

Taylor asked with a wry smile, "Why are you so persistent in pursuing me?"

The demon grinned, his now toothless mouth resembling that of an old woman. "For your fate and mine are intertwined. When your soul is mine, Lady Slaanesh will restore my power."

"This is a curse. Obey the one who liberated you, or you will never regain your former power. That's what the lady told me."

Taylor cursed. "I was so careless that I ended up hurting myself. If I hadn't smashed that crystal, I would have been facing only a few demons."

"Now, I have become the prey of a great demon."

The monster laughed. "No, this is a reward, a recognition from Lady Lust, and also destiny. You will serve us and enjoy the bliss of family life."

His words were like a high tenor voice, like Shakespeare come alive, more like honey and saffron.

But Taylor wouldn't be fooled.

He ignored the sweet talk and shouted, "It's time! Roland! Fire!"

Taylor had been attracting that guy's attention, and now he finally gave his brother another chance to attack him.

The scorching molten heat flickered. It was the highest temperature ever forged by human civilization. It came from the flame that never went out day and night in the forged world, and it was also the angry and scorching love of the Human Emperor.

The light passed over the second arm on the lower right side of the demon, causing the long arm holding the bone spear to disappear, leaving only the bone spear forged from the demon's bones falling to the ground.

He showed an expression of supreme happiness at this moment, looking at Taylor with affection.

"The game has just started, don't be so impatient, we can play all day long."

His words sounded like they were not in a life-and-death fight, but rather enjoying a little foreplay, which made Taylor feel creepy.

He is very confident of winning, so is that why he does this?
No, he really enjoyed this kind of fight from the bottom of his heart, just like biting each other's flesh and blood bite by bite, until the two became one and both were left with only white bones.

Taylor almost vomited. He picked up his chainsword and tried to retreat, but how could a mortal be faster than a nimble and tall demon?

He took a step back and the nightmare reappeared, right in front of him. The good news was that he was only interested in Tyler, otherwise everyone in Class 15 would be dead.

The bad news is that Taylor thinks he can't escape today.

His bad luck was at this moment.

This guy was different from ordinary demons. He was a terrifying existence, something Taylor had never seen before. For the first time, he felt that his conspiracy and tricks had no effect on him.

He began to wonder why he hadn't eaten more good food before he died, whether it was the Yorkshire pie that the Lytling girls were good at, or the canned stew that the Cadians loved.

Those things are good, fragrant, delicious and unforgettable.

And now he was going to die in a muddy trench, his soul becoming the toy of a great demon. What could be more tragic than this?!

Taylor was extremely desperate. At this moment, he saw the sharp devil's sword falling, and suddenly heard a loud clanging sound.

His body would never make that sound.

He looked up and saw a dark green metal skeleton and a long, heavy staff across his head. Three strange purple arms, their muscles bulging, continuously thrust at the green creature. The molecular knife and the strange undead creature wrestled in an abnormal manner.

The demon's dreamy voice echoed. "Settra, you're actually here. We have quite a few grievances between us..."

Setra replied with full force. "I told you, I'll protect this guy!"

His body half-extended from the dark green pocket space portal, and his huge metal limbs were like an indestructible wall in front of the demon.

But the demon said, "It seems your oath will eventually be broken."

His broken right lower limb suddenly grew a new arm, and the hand filled with strange body fluids attacked Taylor and grabbed his neck in an instant.

The enormous force made Taylor feel like he was being squeezed by hydraulic pliers, and his throat was about to break.

Settra's emotions remained unchanged, he simply answered the demon.

"It's your oath that's finally broken."

As the words fell, the black obelisk emitted a strange psychic energy fluctuation, which dissipated into a pale white wave visible to the naked eye.

Just like the raging waves on the water being smoothed by gentle ripples, the demons began to disappear, their twisted bodies gradually fading.

At the same time, on the Cadia front, the living saints led by Celestine also lost the wings of the Emperor's protection and fell to the ground.

But by contrast, the demons left.

The Slaanesh prince looked at Settra angrily and shouted, "I have a long way to go with you, Settra!"

Settra replied casually, "You are not my only enemy in my tens of thousands of years of life."

When the arm holding Taylor completely dissipated, he fell weakly to the ground.

That thing disappeared? Probably.

Taylor said belatedly.

"Today... cough, I saved another life. It really is, may the Emperor bless me..."

At the same time, a metal giant next to it also said.

"Me too."

He slowly got up and pulled the bone spear out of his head.

"I changed the chip's location a long time ago. I put it on the sole of my foot, and there's a reserve in the heart, and also in the brain."

"He only destroyed my main controller."

Taylor said bitterly. "Hopefully that's why you're standing by and watching."

Settra said, "This machine? Is it also a kind of undead? Hey, do you want to come and work for my dynasty?"

Taylor rolled his eyes. "Boss, you've been sleeping soundly. This thing is man-made."

Setra thought for a moment before speaking. "Oh, artificial intelligence. Damn it, an artificial soul."

"Okay, I won't tell anyone..."

"But you must return to pay your death, and I will report to the Silent King. I hope we can meet again next time, mortal."

Taylor said. "No, next time you'll only see my tombstone, which will say Mr. Taylor, died of old age!"

　Postscript to Volume 2:

　　The 13th Black Crusade marked one of the greatest turning points in Warhammer history.

　　Return of the Primarch, Battle of Lion's Gate, Redemption Crusade.

　　In this gloomy 42nd millennium, as history moves forward again, what can a mortal do?
　　To be honest, I don’t have the answer either.

　　But I can be sure of two things.

　　First, Guilliman will return.

　　Secondly, an Eldar will briefly join Taylor's team.

　　At last.

　　Book Two ends now, above the burning skies of Cadia, amidst the ruined Blackstone Obelisk.

　　This is a catastrophe for the human empire and the beginning of a brand new story.

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(End of this chapter)