Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 189 The Final Escape, Part 2
The world was cold, just like Taylor's hometown, which reminded him of the past and made him tighten the collar of his windbreaker.

Now the transport plane is parked behind a mountain, and the Great Sage, Living Saint, Inquisitor, and Space Marines of the Black Templars are gathered together.

The remnants of the Ultramarines and the Black Templars, along with a few Skitarii Knights and Imperial Guards, were their last remaining fighting force.

Compared to the wars that had broken out in Cadia, the Empire's power was now very limited.

Taylor mingled with the Imperial soldiers and looked at the Space Marines from other places.

Now the old Imperial Fists captain has returned to the Phalanx, while the annoying wolf and the Ultramarines officer have remained.

The ship he was on was separated from the main evacuation force because Abaddon was chasing him.

But Taylor was not confused, because when he saw the huge iron box in the middle of the team, he knew what he was involved in.

The contents of that chest are Abaddon's nightmare, the Armor of Destiny, and the very thing that can bring the legendary Primarch back to life.

No wonder Abaddon was so obsessed with them. At the same time, Taylor also had a new understanding of his bad luck.

He is so unlucky!

On the other side, the Inquisitor, Kaul, and the Living Saint chatted about something, and then they started moving forward.

The living saint now hovers high in the sky, and the huge knight mecha belonging to the Mechanicus slowly moves forward.

The tank tracks left traces in the snow, and Taylor led his brothers forward.

Now, the only good news is that Kaul did make them the mobile kitchen truck that Taylor had been dreaming of.

Those things look like ridiculous black smoke stoves, run on electricity, and support a variety of heat supply options.

It looks like an iron plate, forming a place for the chef to stand, and its track structure allows it to be pulled by an armored vehicle.

It was quite large, a full ten meters across, like a complete kitchen, encased in sheet iron, with a chimney that barely emitted any smoke.

It has good concealment and mobility. If one machine is adequately supplied and operates day and night, it can feed tens of thousands of people!

In the flying snow today, there is a hint of white smoke mixed in.

The Leitling people cooked delicious food for the hungry and cold warriors who were still worried about death, but they had to work overtime or there would not be enough food.

After all, there are several legions here, while Taylor's catering group is only the size of a legion.

The good news is that those guys are willing to pay. Although it is not right to kick someone when they are down at this time, money does improve the efficiency of those Lightlings.

When everyone started with a bowl of hot stew, this damn escape mission didn't seem so cruel.

Taylor was looking at his masterpiece on Ferenstein at this moment, and a large number of imperial soldiers were praising his actions.

At the same time, he saw a group of dark warriors moving around the flanks.

Those guys are the Black Templars, the angry sons of Dorn.

They were among the few who had no feelings about what Taylor did. They just walked quickly on the snow like hawks looking for prey.

A gruff voice muttered. "They look terrible, don't they?"

Taylor sighed. "Wolf boy, when did you get here?"

Fenris Wolf, sitting above Frenstein, said with a smile. "Of course it started when you made soup for everyone. Of course, I'm not interested in that. I prefer delicious roast meat."

He took out a few credits and sprinkled them on Taylor's hand, indicating that he had just eaten a bowl of hot soup.

Taylor muttered. "How I wish it were Sicarius instead of you who was here."

Wolfboy said. "The second-in-command of the Ultramarines? He's really powerful. Maybe he can solve the danger here."

“But this is my home turf.”

Maybe because he returned to the cold world, this guy became quite energetic, even overly energetic.

Taylor is also from the cold world and he can empathize with this.

The Skadi warriors were like wild beasts returning to a world of ice and snow; they were full of energy. Those from other worlds, untouched by the cold, asked for hot soup, but they didn't know that for the Skadi, this temperature was just a daily routine.

Taylor was quite grateful for this, at least this was his home court.

Then he looked up and saw a flash of black in the endless falling snow.

The wolf also bared its teeth, obviously they saw the same thing.

Taylor said. "Hellclaws, they're coming faster than I thought."

The wolf laughed. "Celestine is less sensitive than we are. Her wings are useless."

Taylor said pessimistically. "Don't overthink it. Prepare for battle. Tell the Lightlings to get off the kitchen cart and prepare their weapons and equipment."

But just as they started to act, other troops asked, "What's going on?"

The wolf simply replied, "Winter is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, Celestine emitted a bright golden light, warning people that war was coming.

The next step is to consider how to survive the battle. No matter what, I must protect the Armor of Destiny...

Taylor muttered at this moment. He had forgotten how this battle would end. He knew nothing about it. The long time and vague memory.

He was not such a prophet and could only know bits and pieces of major events. After all, his childhood was spent in fear and cold, followed by battles of hunger.

Never mind, things will work out when the time comes. Guilliman must have woken up.

He just needs to shoot and not think about anything else!

After a while, the team advanced to a snowy field with almost no cover. The Black Legion had arrived. They must have been wearing white cover cloth to prevent those people from seeing them.

They were silent, ready to strike a fatal blow.

Fortunately, the Wolves and Skaddi could see the differences. As soon as the Space Marines showed a little bit of their poor cover, lasers and heavy artillery would immediately fall on those guys.

On the boundless snowfield, victory always goes to those who are best adapted to the environment.

Taylor's men performed well, even better than the Ultramarines who were stumbling forward.

At the same time, they couldn't actually kill all the enemies. Part of the Black Legion began to fight back. Abaddon had invested a lot of money this time, and those guys were well prepared.

In addition to the hidden Space Marines, there are also many shock troops with jet packs.

Soon, those guys covered in white cloth flew up from nearby, ready to attack the transport team led by Kohl. At the same time, several flashing lights appeared. They were Terminators!
They are heavily armored, with visors bearing mutant fangs, and their heavy weapons are deadly!
And Taylor had to draw his weapon and engage in close combat with those guys.

But now, the Black Legion shooting troops in the distance have also lost their suppression.

The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse. Taylor watched the void shield on his body flash, and a bomb disappeared next to his head, and he immediately shrank into Ferenstan.

He said pessimistically. "Damn, how many people did Abaddon put in there!"

The Fenris Wolves were still fighting outside, and the Iron Man also walked out of Franstein and started to help him, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

A Chaos Space Marine picked up an armor-piercing missile in the distance and aimed it at Taylor's vehicle.

He was locked on, ready to kill the mortal commander, until a black giant came up behind him.

A strong hand grasped the guy's head, pulled him out of the snow, and then a sharp chainsaw sword cut off his head.

The tall giant chanted as the filthy heretic blood was spilled on the white snow.

"No need for fear, no need for regret, no need for pity."

At the same time, such situations continued to occur on the snow, and the culprits of those deaths were the Black Templars.

Also known as.

A man who is always on an expedition.

(End of this chapter)