Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 205 Facing Fear
Cruelly, Taylor was right; the Fangs of Chaos had already infiltrated the Imperial fortress.

In a remote room, their guests' lives are being threatened.

Now, several black giants gathered in front of the steel gate of the fortress.

They have devil-like marks on their shoulders, and use a small device to easily modify the inner buckle of the keyhole on the valve lock.

It's hard to imagine a tall Space Marine knowing such a trick as picking locks, which is usually only done by thieves from the hive.

But the Midnight Lords not only know how to do it, they are even good at it.

But the leader suddenly stopped and made a slight gesture of stagnation. The reason was very simple.

There was communication between the Space Marines, and in his helmet, a message about his brother's failed assassination attempt on Taylor was conveyed.

If that Space Marine leaves this position now, will they give up the operation?

Otherwise, they were prepared to use the same trick against them and let those loyalists of the Empire witness true fear.

They hid in the shadows, without using any warp abilities or strange physical mutations, relying solely on their superb technology to achieve their goals.

They are like the haze that has disappeared, accompanying death in every inconspicuous corner.

At the same time, the hurried footsteps of the Imperial Guards were heard. They swept their eyes across the corridor and raised their weapons vigilantly as they moved forward.

There were about 60 people, all elite, and the markings on their bodies were not the emblem of Macragge, but something they had never seen before.

The Night Lords quickly determined that they came from another star sector. Based on the intelligence, they must be the remnants of Cadia.

They are just Abaddon's defeated enemies, at least they don't take them seriously for now.

Now it seems that those guys are no different from ordinary mortals. They will all be defeated by fear, taken away by killing, and completely dominated by death and silence.

The mortals were now drawing nearer, and the Night Lords' Space Marines raised their weapons. They could already smell the blood, as if their entrails and blood were spilling all over the space.

But a deep voice interrupted their efforts.

"Stop!"

Taylor looked around, feeling something was wrong. He slowly moved forward and said quickly, "It looks like there are no enemies."

"Right? Roland boy."

A large man in power armor scratched his head. "Probably."

Taylor made a gesture at this moment. That was his private communication method with Rogello, which was to ask him to use night vision goggles and infrared temperature sensors.

However, the Night Lord's armor has anti-infrared capabilities and no temperature. In dark corners or hidden places, it looks as if it doesn't exist.

After getting Iron Man's answer, Taylor curled his lips.

Was he really overthinking it? His damned senses were usually so accurate they made people numb, but now they were failing him?
But when he thought about how he had never felt accurate when playing cards, he inexplicably felt that it was reasonable now.

He said thankfully. "Very good, then abandon the operation and retreat."

This move caught the Midnight Lords' warriors by surprise. They waited for the final blow, but the enemy suddenly stopped advancing.

This threw those hiding people off balance, and when they were sure that the Imperial Guard was actually preparing to leave, a less experienced soldier accidentally moved a few centimeters.

This flaw left a red dot in Iron Man's scanner, and he immediately raised his weapon and fired at that place.

At the same time, in order to protect their brothers, the other Night Lords also took action immediately. Almost in an instant, two Space Marines strangled the Iron Man's body, and the other two veterans killed the Imperial Guard.

From the perspective of an ordinary person, two old soldiers fell to the ground almost instantly, their necks were cut off, leaving only a layer of skin, and blood kept bubbling out.

The Night Lords' warriors were more like wild beasts, ready to devour anyone in this flawed metal corridor. Roland opened fire immediately, and Taylor followed him, attacking the attacking Chaos Space Marines simultaneously, but the Night Lords' Space Marines were quite skilled in this kind of close combat.

Almost instantly, they dodged the projectiles.

The only Iron Man who had enough firepower to suppress them was also entangled by the two demigods and could not move.

Taylor picked up his chainsword and immediately blocked the attack of a Space Marine. The giant looked at the mortal in surprise.

But at this moment, Taylor was just cursing in his heart those bastards who disturbed his comfortable life again and again.

He gritted his teeth and turned up the power of the chainsaw sword, cursing at the same time.

"Night Lords? Nightmares? Nothing more than cowards fearing Guilliman, terrified of the Primarch's light..."

The Space Marine heard this clearly, and he increased the strength of the chainsaw sword in his hand out of anger.

But Taylor let go of his weapon at that moment, letting the chainsaw sword fall to the ground.

At this moment, when the Space Marine's body swayed slightly due to the tilt, a depleted uranium bullet pierced the guy's head.

The Lightling girl said with a smile. "This head is not as strong as the devil's."

Taylor gasped. "I almost died!"

The girl from Lightling emphasized. “No, you won’t.”

"The boss is the best."

“The most waaaagh~”

It was the first time in Taylor's life that he heard such a milky waaagh. He felt goosebumps all over his body and immediately picked up the chainsaw sword that fell on the ground.

"Disgusting!" he cursed, and attacked the Space Marines who attacked the Iron Man again.

Seeing the gleam of the spinning chainsword blade, the Space Marines holding Iron Man back immediately left the attack range, allowing Roglo to fire his heavy wrist cannon at the enemy.

In an instant, the two heavy bombers formed a barrage that blocked the enemy's advance, roaring and pushing back those arrogant Night Lords.

This counterattack gave the Imperial Guard enough space to shoot.

This incident led to a change in the situation of the battle. The whistling of countless hell guns evaporated the two fully armed space marines in an instant.

There was also the Iron Man's angry fist that smashed a Space Marine who approached him directly into the wall.

The force was so immense that it instantly knocked the Space Marine unconscious, even though the various stimulants or drugs in his armor were desperately trying to revive him.

But the effect is still not good.

Now, the invasion team was completely defeated, as the Eldar prophet stormed out of his room at the riotous noise.

The incomprehension and surprise on her delicate face also made the breathless Taylor feel a sense of accomplishment.

Taylor looked at the demigod lying unconscious on the ground due to Iron Man's heavy punch, and suddenly realized that he had done something exaggerated.

He immediately shouted, "Call the doctor, don't let this guy die!"

"This is a Space Marine. Even if he's a traitor, there's no way we can capture him alive!"

"We need to pry open this guy's mouth to find out who else has infiltrated the fortress and how they got here."

Taylor said anxiously, because he realized that whether this Space Marine's mouth could be pried open would be related to whether Macragge could take the initiative in this defensive battle!
(End of this chapter)