Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 211: Redemption Expedition, Part 3
Taylor picked up his weapon as abnormal subspace fluctuations flickered in the air.

As a cute Tzeentch horror appeared from mid-air, Taylor's chainsaw sword bit into his flesh tightly.

For a creature like the demon whose body is not strong but full of resilience, the chainsaw sword is the best weapon. When the promethium engine rolls the teeth, it bites the demon.

His body became the source of his pain.

As the being from the Warp screamed madly in intense pain, Captain Roland raised his power sword without saying a word.

The servers roared, and the Destruction Field appeared, chopping off the monster's head, causing it to roll a few times.

The demon's blood dyed the chainsaw sword red, the Imperial Guard soldiers looked at the enemy ferociously, the Space Marines raised the bombs, and the black muzzles of the guns were like a nightmare.

At this moment, a Tzeentch demon who had just arrived in reality from the warp happened to see this scene. He almost immediately turned around and ran to a safe place in just a few breaths.

But a bomb accurately penetrated his spine, causing him to fall to the ground, and then several sharp blades penetrated his body, turning him into purple smoke and dissipating into the air.

Taylor wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Why is this demon trying to escape?"

The Master Chief said calmly, "He will surely summon more of his malevolent allies to sully the glory of Macragge!"

"This barge has survived times of strife and years of unspeakable rebellion, and now she still stands like a star among the stars."

"I will not allow those Chaos creatures to sully the honor of Macragge, nor will I allow them to walk freely upon this vessel."

Taylor said hurriedly. "Calm down. We need to find the Chief Think Tank. He's the only one with a solution."

"To be honest, I'm not completely ignorant of the Warp, but I'm also powerless. Only those whose souls can delve into it can explore its mysteries."

The Master Chief nodded and wanted to open the communicator to ask the others, but then an irritating, hoarse voice came from his armor, repeating those vicious things over and over again.

"Future, now, future, today, today!"

The voice was hoarse, intermittent, repetitive and full of unpleasant electronic sounds.

Is this a mechanical demon? A malevolent curse? Or perhaps just a prank of Chaos?
Taylor said. "Our radios are dead. These days, most anything but the Tau can disable our comms instantly."

"Can't you just use a more reliable information device?"

The Master Chief asked. "Like?"

Taylor thought for a moment. "Carrier pigeons or something?"

The Master Chief said, "The devil would roast them and eat them."

Taylor replied. "Of course, but do you feel better now?"

The Sergeant Chief smiled. "Indeed, I'm lucky to have a soldier like you by my side. God knows how you handle extreme situations so well."

With that, he raised his projectile and easily shot a demon in the head, then quickly walked to the side of the room. "From what I remember, the Chapter should be holding a meeting right now."

"Every time we leave the warp, most people, except the captain and commander, will be in the meeting hall."

He opened a door, looked at the dense crowd of demons there, and said, "Looks like we'll have to fight a bloody battle."

Taylor emphasized. "I hate that word more than anything in my life, but luckily we have a helper."

He called to his brothers, "Go to Frenstein!"

Next, the heavy armored vehicles tore through the front line with a roar.

The demons were cut apart by the sharp horns, and the Ultramarines Master Chief huddled inside the vehicle, curled up like an adult in a child's box fortress.

He complained. "Bumps and blood, I understand why that idiot always likes to stand on it."

Taylor patted his shoulder. "Don't be so pessimistic. You'll find this place pretty good once you get used to it."

He looked at the stove on one wall. "What's that?" Taylor said. "A portable kitchen."

He frowned. "You're wasting space."

He said incomprehensibly.

Taylor explained. "You'll love it. When you're starving and out of supplies, a gun, a resource-rich wilderness, and a pot are worth a fortune!"

The Master Chief didn't object, but his silence told the others what he was thinking.

He did not understand the value of hunting and lighting fires at the risk of being discovered, but he knew that this man was not someone he could easily understand.

This is why Lord Guilliman chose him.

Perhaps, if they were to be shattered to pieces at this moment, then he was ready to die in Tyler's place, because Guilliman needed him more than himself.

Now he smiled and said, "Almost."

Suddenly, Frenstein was stuck by a powerful force and the car stopped abruptly. The force was so strong that it almost flew out.

Taylor trembled as he looked out from the gap in the armor. It was a twisted giant Chaos Egg, already dead with stained blood.

The impact horn of Frenstein was stuck in its body, almost half of it was immersed.

The huge twisted monster with many tentacles and legs died instantly.

From the cross-section of the monster's flesh and blood, the helmets of the Imperial Navy and the clothes of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army can be vaguely seen. It is obvious that the loyal people have been cursed and turned into monsters.

But it stopped Ferenstein's pace, causing the behemoth to lose momentum, Roland shouted.

"I've got another half hour to finish this! It's so huge!"

Taylor cursed. "But a bunch of demons don't care about that!"

He saw a large number of twisted Tzeentch demons greedily walking towards here. In just a moment, Franstan would be overwhelmed by all kinds of vicious attack spells.

At this moment, the Ultramarines Master Chief climbed out of the hull and said, "I can buy time."

Taylor said. "But how do you leave?"

He shook his head. "I'll follow you, just like I always do."

Taylor cursed. "How could it be! I won't abandon my brothers! Come on, get in the car, there has to be a way!"

"Taylor, you've changed," he said suddenly.

Taylor replied. "Because I've seen that you demigods are not invincible. Not even Guilliman is. You can die and make mistakes, just like ordinary people."

The Master Chief smiled calmly. "Even ordinary people aren't bad. After all, I saw those Cadians protect the Empire's last remaining forces before their planet was destroyed."

"Why can't I help you get out of this dark period?"

He gestured to his shoulder. "My armor is far stronger than yours, and it was given to me by the Imperium and the Emperor to protect mortals like you."

He said seriously at this moment.

"Now, don't test my patience!"

"Major Taylor! Stand down!"

"Mortal, stand down!"

"This is not your battlefield, it belongs to the Astartes!"

(End of this chapter)