Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 212: Redemption Expedition, Part 4
A foul wind blew through the metal corridor. The restless feeling of the warp was not unfamiliar to the old Master Chief of the Ultramarines.

He had fought those things before, and he remembered the first time he had seen a demon.

It was a terrible war, there were Chaos Spawns and Daemons as well, but those were mostly red rather than blue.

He smiled, beneath the thick mask, and also in the weakness that still belonged to his human side. This was a skill he and Taylor learned, using self-deprecation to relieve stress in his heart.

This is very useful, even if he is not afraid of death and sacrifice, after all, for a Space Marine death is rest.

Perhaps, from the moment the Emperor bestowed upon him that extraordinary power, he knew how his fate would end.

He raised his bolter, and the pellets tore through the heads of the incoming Tzeentch demons, but the enemy was numerous, and they came from all directions like noisy blue puppies.

He felt his armor being torn by the vicious demon claws. Although the sturdy ceramic steel armor was enough to resist, facing hundreds of hateful demons, the Master Chief was a little overwhelmed.

He didn't miss his wolf brother at all, and at the same time raised his chainsaw sword to cut the monsters approaching him.

There was nothing left for him to remember, now that Guilliman had returned, and he had witnessed the Primarch's return.

At the same time, his soul will return to the Golden Throne...

Witness the rebirth of the Empire at the Emperor's side!
Thinking of this, he suddenly gained a lot of strength, and instantly swept the bodies of the demons with his chainsaw sword, crushed one with his heavy feet, and then cut another with his blade.

The smell of blood from the Warp made him feel better, and the feedback from his armor's olfactory simulators allowed him to taste the fear of the enemies of the Imperium.

His armor was now almost entirely red, with many cracks, stained with either his blood or the enemy's.

And he just stood there, even after the demon's body on the ground slowly turned into purple smoke, he still stood there.

As if feeling obstructed, several two-meter-tall birdmen walked out of the subspace rift.

The built-up magic from their vicious spells began to overwhelm the Master Chief.

Those were not so-called, ridiculous energy missiles, but real flames and thunder, powerful enough to rival heavy plasma guns.

They laughed, they yelled, calling for more Horrors to attack the Master Chief regardless of their lives.

The continuous shooting made it difficult for the sergeant to deal with the horror demon, and the little demon's sharp claws tore his skin.

Or perhaps in a particularly strong vibration of the warp, he finally saw his own death.

It was a roiling, scorching thunder, swirling and twisting like a devil's smile.

He raised his weapon, ready to accept his fate; the time should be about right.

He will die standing...

He accepted his fate without hesitation.

But a huge engine roared past and crashed into the demons. The so-called invincible thunder was instantly shattered by Ferenstan, leaving only a gray trace.

The heavy vehicle directly scooped up the birdman and smashed him to pieces.

Taylor climbed out of the vehicle and cursed. "Being a hero, huh?"

He was covered in the filth of Chaos Spawn, blood and flesh.

But the Master Chief cursed his savior.

"You should leave!"

Taylor wiped the blood from his face. "Leave?"

"Sorry, I started doing stupid things on Cadia, and today is no different!"

Taylor watched the road to the conference hall filled with demons, and realized that he had no way out. He then grabbed his heavy bombs and started shooting.

How many chances did he have before the bullets were empty? That was a question mark. Perhaps the Emperor really thought he could survive... who knows.

His joints were now as painful as gout because of the exaggerated recoil of the bombs.

But compared to clearing out the Chaos Eggs, this is nothing.

Thanks to the Chaos Egg's thick fat, cleaning it was one of the most laborious tasks Taylor had ever endured.

But fortunately, the engineer shovel that Krieg gave him was really good.

But now, that good shovel has rotted away in the rotten flesh of the Chaos Egg...

The handle and the shovel head are completely separated!

Taylor was still missing his engineer shovel. Of course, he did this just to distract himself because there were too many demons.

He will die, he knows it... Gods, Emperors, your chessboard is too busy, Taylor thought, gritting his teeth as he watched those things approach.

But this time he didn't regret it too much, it would be better to say.

He will not abandon his brother, even if he is stronger than himself.

Who knows...

Maybe today is the day it ends.

Taylor unsheathed his chainsword and sliced open a demon's head. "This thing definitely hasn't had a bath."

He complained, then sighed as he looked at the growing number of demons.

"Your Majesty, old man..."

"It seems that this time I'm really done for. My hands are already chopped off and weak!"

He was thinking about how to survive, but he couldn't see any hope. Unless there was a psychic lightning fighting for him at this moment, he couldn't think of how to survive.

But when he looked up, he saw a bright flash of lightning passing through the air, burning the evil demon with its heat.

Amid the screams of the Chaos Demon, a think tank wearing power armor engraved with runes came over.

He is the Chief Librarian of the Ultramarines, and his right hand flashes with lightning, while his left gathers runes.

Dozens of Ultramarines surrounded him, moving in unison, quickly advancing, and holding explosive bombs.

At the same time, he recited loudly.

"My name is here, evil demons retreat. I am the one who has entered the highest heavens, and I serve the Lord of Ultramar."

"This place is our honor. No evil spirits can enter. No evil spirits can enter..."

"retreat!"

After saying that, he raised his right hand, and in an instant, lightning carbonized dozens of jumping demon cubs.

A large number of Space Marines immediately opened fire forward, quickly suppressing the surviving demons and controlling the warp rifts.

Taylor asked, bewildered. "No, you were reciting all that. I thought you were going to use some powerful technique, but why are you still discharging electricity?"

The think tank director said frankly, "Those are just bluffs. Otherwise, most people would think I'm not proficient in my job."

"You are the ones who keep shooting here. What are you doing here?"

As he spoke, he quickly walked to the side of the rift and cast a sigil on it, barely stopping the rift from spreading, but he was still powerless in the face of the warp energy surrounding the ship.

That was the curse of the Daemon Primarch Magnus. Even the most powerful wizards would find it difficult to tear open those veils.

Those forces carried them deeper and deeper into the Maelstrom, a chaotic layer between the subspace and the real world, similar to the surface of the chaotic world, probably a place that was half real and half unreal.

The Chief Librarian led Taylor and the others into the hall. In this relatively safe place, Taylor sat breathlessly on a sacred relic of the Ultramarines.

Just because that thing looks nice to sit on.

Under the murderous gazes of several Ultramarines, he asked doubtfully, "What should we do now?"

The think tank leader said, "Sit on the ground first."

"Secondly, we are currently in a rift in the turbulent subspace. Obviously, we cannot leave."

"The warp engine cannot move in such a place, and the real-world engine cannot tear the surface of the material here."

"This place is like a thin membrane between reality and the subspace, and we are tiny beings trapped inside it."

Taylor gritted his teeth. "A cell prepared for us..."

The think tank leader said helplessly. "No, it might be even worse. This is also a place where we have nowhere to escape."

"If the enemy is smart enough, then..."

Before he finished speaking, the hull trembled, and the bright firelight outside the window made Taylor look quickly.

Within reach of the naked eye, he saw a bright red ship with a claw-like icon on it.

He recognized that icon; it was the icon of the Red Corsair, the traitor born in the Badab War!

Taylor emphasized. "We need to get to the bridge. I think it's relatively safe there..."

(End of this chapter)