Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 216 Demon Star, Part 2
Now, the Space Marine drop pods dropped from the sky.

A few minutes ago, the Tau forces began bombarding the Red Corsairs with Tigerfish missile vehicles and heavy Manta tanks equipped with highly maneuverable power armor.

It was hard to tell whether that attack was a cover or a diversion. When Taylor looked at the ground that had turned carbon-colored due to artillery fire from the window of the transport plane, he even doubted that the titanium could deal with the army here.

That fortress, though, no.

To be precise, it was a temple, made of strange marble and special structures. The Red Pirates filled it with various weapons and equipment, turning it into a crazy fortress.

But such a building shouldn't have the electromagnetic ability to affect equipment. Could it be some strange ritual or manifestation of chaotic power?

Taylor's mind raced, thinking of many possibilities, but he also noticed that this small building was not that exaggerated.

To be precise, the Empire seemed to have deployed a bit too many troops. Even though the attackers usually needed more people to defeat the enemy, this time there were not only Primarchs, but also Imperial infantry and a large number of Space Marines.

It's not like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken; it's basically like using a cannon to shoot at an earthworm.

Or, in other words, what has Guilliman predicted?
Taylor thought so as he followed the main force forward. Ferenstein drove out of the transport plane, and then Lu fell behind.

At the same time, the infantry regiment wearing blue power armor began to move forward at an extremely fast speed.

They can even keep up with Space Marines, which is probably the value of power armor.

Considering that this was the first time that Ferenstein had landed normally, Taylor couldn't help but complain about this in his heart, especially about his unlucky daily landing.

Every time he landed in a safe area, he would be shot down inexplicably. But this time, he landed directly in the war zone and it went smoothly?
He thought, maybe the Emperor only blesses heroes in war...

Is it because he always runs away that he keeps getting into trouble?

Who knows? Taylor is not one of those guys who waves a saber and asks his brothers to die fearlessly. If the Emperor really doesn't like his style, there's nothing he can do about it.

The subsequent breakthrough was almost a crushing defeat. A few melta bombs, a charge, and then the Primarch killed the remaining Red Corsair defenders as easily as slaughtering cattle.

Guilliman said to the Ultramarines Librarian standing nearby. "Liberator, begin searching for the object that will hinder the Auspex."

He turned. "Sicarius, reinforce the defenses."

Finally, he picked up the sword of Macragge and sternly ordered the soldiers to start building fortifications.

Taylor asked in confusion. "What's wrong, Boss? You look like you know what's coming..."

Guilliman said. "Boss? That's an interesting term."

Then he confessed, "I felt my father's power. It was a strange communication. Even the Librarian didn't know the details, but I knew it clearly."

"He, the Emperor, told me that I must come here."

"I think Chaos wants to lock me here forever, and this world was given to me by my father, a key."

"But the key doesn't open it. This world is a beautiful box. We can't leave until I find the real key."

Taylor realized something was wrong. "But Chaos won't let us go."

"Yes, they won't. This is their doorstep. Coming here is much easier than entering the real world. As long as they want, they can tear open a rift anytime and anywhere..."

Taylor immediately couldn't help shaking. "Oh no..."

He yelled. "Get more sandbags! Get the bullets ready! Don't stop!"

He asked Guilliman. "Where is the Living Saint and the Champion of the Black Templars?"

Guilliman replied. "Up there. Macragge's Glory cannot be left undefended. Calgar is there too."

Taylor said angrily. "You've called me to hell." Guilliman said with a smile. "Because I trust you more than that woman who supposedly relied on my father's power to resurrect, or the Mechanicus full of plugs."

"A reliable mortal, and a fine warrior like Sicarius, plus me, a commander."

"I believe no one can break through our defense..."

But just as he finished speaking, there was a strange vibration in the air, and many Space Marines and mortals knelt on the ground with their heads covered.

Taylor immediately raised the necklace on his chest, and a gentle light emanated, allowing those poor people to fight with some strength.

And a sharp and vicious laugh came from nowhere, and everyone heard it.

He said. "Guilliman, you wise guy."

"Your father was right, so why did your brother betray you?"

"Now it seems that all your ideas are so childish and ridiculous. Instead of struggling to maintain the empire, it is better to..."

Guilliman cursed. "Who are you? You're too cowardly to show yourself, hiding in your dark crevice and spouting nonsense!"

At this moment, in the distance on the horizon, a huge blue birdman emerged from a purple crack, along with countless Tzeentch demon armies and metal-forged demon engines.

Arcane cannons began firing, psychic missiles rained down, and the fortress glowed with golden light.

Just like Taylor's necklace was flashing, as if the Emperor's power within it activated something here, that dazzling golden light made this place the best fortress.

It enveloped the temple like a gentle veil.

But the two-headed birdman just held the staff, pointed it, and smiled.

Because he is the most powerful demon under Tzeentch, his name is Carlos, the Weaver of Destiny. Carlos!
He is also a cunning man who knows countless knowledge.

Now, his voice lingers in everyone's mind, with countless filthy, inflammatory words, full of temptation and vicious words.

At the same time, just looking at his appearance is enough to drive ordinary people crazy.

Soon, some people began to want to draw their blades and kill their companions who were usually at odds with them, while others wanted to kneel down and worship, offering their strength to the gods.

If they were not protected by the golden light left by the Emperor, God knows what kind of devastation they would have suffered?

Those people probably can't help but take action!

Taylor picked up his weapon and prepared to fight the Chaos Demon Army, while the two-headed birdman began to speak to everyone.

"Your expedition was a mistake. Ultramar is now at its end."

"Death spread across five hundred worlds, all because of your misjudgment, Roboute Guilliman?"

"The Black Legion has no more strength left? But the Plague Fleet is ready to go!"

Guilliman gritted his teeth. "Slander!"

His will was like a fortress, full of reason and solidity, leaving the devil with nowhere to attack.

Seeing that it was difficult to capture the Primarch, Carlos transformed his spell, allowing countless conspiratorial words of betrayal to echo in his ears.

Guilliman clutched his head, then quickly got used to it, speaking in his most resolute tone. "Don't worry about him. We just need to find the ancient key that my father left behind, the one he'd waited ten thousand years for..."

(End of this chapter)