Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 190: The Gate of the Webway
"Today is our day of reckoning, no longer looking back at the shame of the past, but looking forward to the glory of the future. We will wash away the stain of our shame with the blood of our enemies."

—Lorenzo the Sword Brother's speech to the Val Expeditionary Force

It turns out that those who adapt to cold and death are not only the Skaddi and Space Wolves, but also warriors who have forgotten their homeland.

Sons of Rogal Dorn.

They were from the Second Founding, which is an old story.

But now they were another Chapter, another Chapter fulfilling its responsibilities, born of the ten thousand years of chaos and disorder following the Horus Heresy.

They fought in war after war, and still do today, champions of Dorne, wrathful sons of the Primarch.

Now, they abandoned the Imperial Fists' usual defensive strategy and chose the most insane means to repay their brothers' betrayal.

Now, the black cross is reflected on the armor, and the pale background echoes it. In the moment when the merciless warrior swings his blade, one by one the cunning and pathetic traitors die in punishment.

Taylor, now able to raise his head under the cover, ordered Ferenstein to move forward and help the attacked soldiers.

But an assault warrior wearing brown and black armor landed above Frenstein and began to install the thermal bomb.

He came from the Black Legion, and the Chaos Mark, which resembled an eye, shone on his armor, looking evil and malevolent.

Taylor yelled, interrupting his attack with a scorching plasma pellet.

But now that I think about it, it's really ironic that someone who fears death got a plasma rifle.

Maybe this is why Taylor is increasingly reluctant to shoot?

Of course, the chainsaw sword's shell-opening effect is indeed better.

Taylor emerged and slashed at his calf with his chainsword.

By the time the traitor realized something was wrong, he had already fallen off Frenstein.

Of course, his feet were stuck to the outside of the armor by the magnetic boots, which was no problem, so Taylor simply cut off his feet.

There's no problem with that either.

The huge body fell to the ground and was immediately crushed flat by Frenstein's tracks. At the same time, the bombs and flamethrowers on the behemoth were fired at the same time.

It felt like a savage orc vehicle, or at least that's what most people who saw it thought.

The damned Ork vehicles protecting the loyalists were quite amusing, until some of the veterans realized they weren't Ork weaponry, but rather belonged to an Imperial Legend.

The judge cursed. "Damn it..."

The commander said, "But it's useful."

The soldiers sighed. "By the Emperor!"

Taylor emphasized, "We're about to run into a group of Terminators!"

But Ferenstein didn't slow down at this moment, and Taylor cursed. "Why didn't you slow down?"

Katie said. "It wasn't me, Boss! This car wanted to...collide with that guy?"

She had already stepped on the brakes, and it was obvious that she had no intention of disobeying orders.

But perhaps the mechanical soul saw the things that had defeated it, those mammoth-like Terminator armors, and became angry.

It was hard to imagine that the machine spirit, which usually obeyed Taylor, would be so angry now. It might have recalled what the Emperor's Children had done to it.

Or maybe it really was "infected" by the greenskins.

Under its uncontrollable crazy acceleration, the group of Terminators was hit without any warning.

Terminator armor is much more sluggish for Space Marines, making this attack possible.

Black blood flowed from the traitor's body as the sharp horns severed its torso.

Most of those guys didn't understand what was happening yet. They only saw a vehicle flash by, a heavy metallic roar, and then the body flew up.

The Imperial Guard soldiers nearby immediately put their guns against the gaps in the Terminators' armor and fired. After the blood gushed out of the armor due to the pressure generated by the bullets, the giants completely lost their vitality.

Death comes to the Angel of Death. How ironic.

The body of the Frenstein, stained red with the blood of heretics, reflected a terrifying light in the white snow.

No one will say it looks like greenskin gear anymore, because there is simply no more loyal weapon in the world.

Taylor climbed out uncomfortably. The rapid acceleration of the car just now made him feel a little nauseous.

For the first time in his life, he found himself feeling carsick.

He stepped out of the car tremblingly, but many Imperial Guards surrounded him and said.

"Sir! What a beautiful technique! You have slain all those heretics!"

Taylor just looked at those people a little confused.

What did he do?

At this moment, he looked at the corpses all over the ground, his head began to buzz, and for a moment he even felt like eating and vomiting something.

But those people thought that all the achievements here were due to his wisdom and bravery. Even those true heroes of the Black Templar who returned from afar were overshadowed by him.

This made Taylor feel a little guilty, and he said bluntly, "This wasn't my credit, but those Black Space Marines gave us the opportunity to fight back."

The Black Templar warriors were clearly not interested; they simply returned to their posts and continued their endless expedition.

Who knows, in the end people still flocked to Taylor, and some of the damn Skadi guys began to take this opportunity to spread their damn book "The Undead Baron".

What the hell!

Apparently, that thing is really good as a mid-trip diversion.

The Empire had also just been brutally attacked.

Now a living example of a hero is right beside him, a warrior who survived the Cadian War and defeated the Black Legion is now wielding the blade for the Emperor with great power.

What could be a better morale booster than this?
For this reason, the Inquisitor, the Great Sage, and the Living Saint acquiesced to this matter.

But soon, Taylor found that the way those guys looked at him became familiar again.

That was a look of admiration and trust that put a lot of pressure on him...

Fortunately, the team still needed to move forward. After they left the plain, another thing attracted their attention.

It was an ancient relic, standing under the twinkling stars, an ancient and huge alien creation in the night sky after the stars set.

It looks like a huge ring, white and strange, unlike any human creation, with few corners and curves.

Some people recognized that the thing belonged to the Eldar, but most people couldn't tell what it was used for.

Taylor actually knew very well that it was a webway gate, an ancient technology.

That was the technique of the Old Ones, connecting the universe through pathways deep into the Warp called the Webway.

However, most of the webways are now out of service, which is obviously not surprising.

At the same time, the Living Saint was hovering above the huge, almost 30-meter-high web gate, like a brave angel witnessing an ancient miracle.

But soon, she began dropping glowing feathers, alerting people to the enemy's approach.

Taylor picked up the telescope and Frenstein slowly approached the webway. When they reached the ancient giant, he also saw the new enemy.

Those were old friends, a bunch of Black Legion soldiers and mortal cultists, but the most eye-catching among them were actually the huge knight mechas.

Abaddon, it seemed, was terrified of what they carried.

So he doubled down again.

Obviously, he would not wish a Primarch to return from the dead...

(End of this chapter)