Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 217: Emperor's Sword, Part 1
The demons' attack was like a torrential rain. The Tau troops were torn into pieces and eaten alive by the demons in an instant.

Those guys don't mind the taste of alien flesh and blood, but they probably prefer the flesh and blood of loyalists.

However, the Space Marines did not find any actual clues about what the Emperor left behind.

Taylor was quite pessimistic about this. First of all, too many things could happen in ten thousand years, and all sorts of things could happen.

Secondly, if no one has discovered it in ten thousand years, then where did the Emperor put it? Now that the demon army is approaching, they have no time.

Taylor hated taking risks the most, including the current situation. At this moment, the palace hall was filled with sandbags, and countless good guns were crackling.

The devil's magic was everywhere, and the golden light began to dim. At the same time, Taylor raised his weapon and shot a monster that kept hitting the golden light curtain.

He said frankly, "Is the Emperor's light growing dimmer?!"

An Ecclesiarchy field priest read aloud at this moment. "The Emperor's power is boundless, and the Primarch is at our side! We have no need to fear evil, no need to worry about our safety, only to slay the Emperor's enemies as quickly as possible!"

It would be strange if the words of the Anglican priest inspired Taylor's uneasy heart.

He became more and more worried about what would happen next. It was obvious that the emperor did not have much power left here.

Of course, the Emperor is the strongest human being formed by infinite power, but the curtain is just a hair of his!

Under Carlos' attack and the full-scale deployment of the demon army, the advantage the empire could maintain was almost negligible.

Taylor couldn't help but ask Guilliman. "Well, my great boss and Primarch, have you ever considered that this feeling might be a conspiracy by Kalos?"

Guilliman shook his head. "That feeling was completely different from what I feel now. It was my father's voice. I remember it, and it is etched in my memory."

"I remember the first time he saw me. We met in the void. He smiled and called me child, and my eldest brother, He..."

"Forget it, let's not mention him."

He suddenly interrupted the conversation, as if he had thought of something bad.

Taylor understood this, isn't it Horus~
However, it is not polite to poke fun at other people's private affairs here, especially since that person is now your boss.

Taylor sighed when he thought of this. He was not sure whether the so-called relics of the Emperor could be as powerful as a great demon.

I don’t know how long I can hold on.

Looking at the consumption of ammunition boxes, he missed the Earthshaker Cannon and Basilisk, or the Lemanus Tank so much.

Artillery fire is more reliable than the illusory Emperor's Seal. At least the demons will be blown to pieces.

But he also had to admit that this light saved most people from madness.

But now those things began to dim, and Taylor couldn't help but wonder, why didn't the emperor give more divine power?
But then he thought again, it has been ten thousand years now, and the power here is still enough to resist a great demon. It is obvious that the emperor has expended a lot of his energy for this place.

But after a few minutes, the light completely dissipated.

After a burst of magical fire, the Emperor's light dissipated like a cracked eggshell, making a clear sound.

At this moment, Taylor had already seen his own death. Endless demons and spells kept pouring in, but Guilliman still looked like he was looking for something.

Taylor began to hear the Great Demon talking to him, saying that as long as he devoted himself to Chaos, he would have the right to live a peaceful life on a piece of land.

There is also the endless life of the Great Demon and the rewards of the Chaos Gods.

Taylor wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the others warily.

He certainly didn't believe a word of it, but that doesn't mean everyone did.

The soldiers were being enveloped by vicious words, and the smell of death was looming. He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, raised his weapon, and prepared to face the demons, but the moment the light completely dissipated, the Primarch stood up.

He saw something that the Emperor had left behind, now so tarnished by rust and decay that no one would associate it with miracles or greatness.

But only Guilliman, no, only the Primarch could understand this gift.

It was a weapon placed outside the hall among countless rotten swords, a treasure from ten thousand years ago.

Ordinary people would never recognize it, and even most who had seen the Emperor could not recognize it as the same thing it once was.

It used to be magnificent, with the sword body burning with flames for a long time. Now it is rusty and looks like scrap metal. Even if it was given to primitive people, those guys probably couldn't tolerate its poor quality.

But Guilliman could see the traces beneath the rust, and could see its burning soul beneath its ancient appearance.

"I didn't expect it to be here." Guilliman said suddenly.

Some people looked sideways at the Primarch. They were all the most elite warriors, strong men who could resist Chaos sorcery with willpower, including Taylor.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed one of the few heroes in the empire who had faced a large number of aliens and demons and was still alive.

He watched as Guilliman picked up a handful of it as if it were a treasure...

tattered?

Finally, he thought, the Primarch had gone mad.

But soon, the demon's voice of amazement and fear began to spread in everyone's mind.

That was his deepest and most real fear, so strong that he couldn't avoid expressing it.

Just like when a person is really scared, he will definitely scream.

Yes, fear.

A great daemon terrified of the scrap metal in Guilliman's hands?
Taylor was still thinking, but he suddenly saw the rust falling off. The original master had not touched it, no one polished it or maintained it, nor repaired it.

The weapon began to shed thick and heavy rust as if it had awakened, and gradually became more capable and slender.

Take a look now.

The weapon was ridiculously long and large. Even a Space Marine would need to hold it with both hands to wield it, but for the Primarch it was just a one-handed longsword.

The sword body was as cold as silver, and the hilt was golden. Just now, about five seconds ago.

In Taylor's eyes, Guilliman picked up the weapon like a small dagger.

And now, it's almost twice the size of a normal heavy melee weapon!
Taylor wondered if he was dreaming, but the next moment, the blade of the sword suddenly caught fire, and the orange flame greedily crawled all over its body, as if it was still alive.

Flashing, breathing, like a heartbeat!

"Oh Emperor..." Sicarius was the first to be touched. He was a swordsman, so he definitely knew the origin of this weapon, and the roar, scream and fear of the demon also showed its extraordinaryness.

But it has no name, or rather, the name has long been lost in its long history.

But as long as people still have a way to call it, it is to use the name of its owner.

in other words.

It's the Emperor's Sword!

(End of this chapter)