Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 218: Emperor's Sword, Part 2
The blade was as silver as snow, and the golden handle spanned the ages, with blazing flames burning fiercely.

It can be said that the evil spirits will be hurt if they touch them, and the traitors will be afraid if they see them.

This is also the only thing in the 40,000 years of human civilization that can completely kill demons and prevent them from being resurrected!

Now, Guilliman took up his father's sword.

The sword blade shone with light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, causing the devil's treacherous laughter to retreat, and countless chaotic evil spirits dared not move forward.

Guilliman looked at the weapon. It burned without fuel, without heat, yet it gave people a sense of peace.

The priests of the state religion immediately knelt down and the people of the empire prayed to it sincerely.

Guilliman now stepped forward. "The time has come to strike back," he said. "Show those daemons the light of Macragge!"

The Emperor's Sword shone brightly, like a living saint descending to earth, or even more so.

The imperial soldiers cheered and rushed out of their bunkers, fighting back with guns and bayonets. Now those arrogant demons were killed as easily as little chickens.

Guilliman himself doesn't even need to swing his sword, the burning flames alone are enough to drive away ordinary demons!
The great demon Carlos retreated again and again. He suddenly spread his wings and flew away, tearing open a subspace rift and escaping into it like a dog, running away in a miserable state.

The reason is also very simple.

Because the souls of the demons killed by Guilliman and his soldiers did not return to the Warp.

Instead of dispersing into mist, they died here, literally.

Not even the gods can fathom the whereabouts of their souls, and not even Tzeentch himself can now bring them back to life.

Death is the most unfamiliar word to the devil, but now it has actually happened. Even though Carlos has witnessed countless deaths, he still feels fear.

This fear caused him to abandon countless demon armies. Now, Carlos the Fateweaver has fallen from the altar...

Victory came, as naturally as something the Emperor had predestined. Guilliman stood on the crimson earth, looking at the burning weapon in his hand.

But his inner doubts about the emperor and his father only grew.

After a while, they returned to the Glory of Macragge. Taylor lazily hid in his room, trying to forget the chaos and war.

He threw everything at Ms. Krieger, thinking about the situation.

The Emperor's Sword, Carlos, Demon, Primarch, Emperor, it's all too exaggerated and rushed.

In his vague memory, he only remembered that the Primarch would return.

He sighed, took a sip of sparkling water, and hoped that the rest of his journey would be as safe as possible.

He complained, but he had to admit that he was not in such a bad state now.

Caul found Mandeville Point, and they will leave the Maelstrom area and head to the Solar Segmentum.

The navigator saw the tiny glow of the Astronomican, which might really be the Emperor blessing his offspring.

Who knows...

But Chaos probably won't give up.

Taylor could only try to get some sleep as quickly as he could in the trenches, but now that there was no artillery fire, it became difficult to fall asleep.

It was not until he picked up the pillow and walked to the garage and got under Frenstein that he saw that the Roland brothers, the Lightling girl, Katie and others and other soldiers had already occupied the place.

Taylor cursed. "Move your ass! What's wrong with you? You have a bed and you're hiding here!?"

Roland, wearing his armor, yawned. "Boss, aren't you the same? Only here does it feel like war."

Taylor loosened his pillow and said to Brother Roland, "Yeah, it always makes me uneasy."

"Demons, Red Corsairs, Abaddon, all sorts..."

"I'm sorry, I said I wanted everyone to live a good and peaceful life, but the situation is getting worse and worse."

The girl laughed. "Hey, Boss, we're fighting alongside the Space Marines and even seeing the Primarch. What's so bad about that?"

Roland said. "Yes, we are more powerful than any pilgrims, and closer to the Emperor than the nobles who spent countless sums of money!"

"Boss, honestly, this was my dream when I joined the army, but it was almost instantly shattered by the brutal battlefield and the insane enemy." "And now, it's complete, thanks to you."

Taylor laughed. "I'd be shy."

He thought quietly.

"Good afternoon, brother."

He closed his eyes, and his thoughts followed Anmian into a dream.

Then he saw a huge silver sun, and the thing spoke to him.

Taylor was a little confused, but the sun just kept talking to itself in some strange language that sounded like High Gothic, but was actually something completely different.

As Taylor got used to the sound, he even began to understand it a little.

But before he could figure it out, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Because the invasion warning on Macragge's Glory has sounded.

In other words, the enemy has boarded our ship! ?

Taylor picked up the tactical tablet and saw the dense red dots on it. He hid under Ferenstein and asked his brothers to be quiet while checking.

The feet of demons and space warriors walked across the garage. They moved forward quickly, and there were traces of blood on the ground, obviously the blood of Imperial soldiers.

Taylor looked at the tablet, which contained some tactical intelligence, telling Taylor that while they were asleep, the Red Pirates' fleet began to assemble.

Before they entered Mandeville Point, Tzeentch's army chose to behead them and used witchcraft to board them.

Their first destination was the soldiers' dormitories, then the hangar. Obviously, if Taylor was fast asleep in the dormitories, he would have turned into rotten meat by now.

If he had not been sleeping beneath Frenstein, he would probably have been killed.

He felt extremely scared and picked up his weapon.

The enemy was very sensitive, especially to the scent of strangers. When Taylor and the others woke up, a sharp demonic foot stopped next to Ferenstein.

Taylor heard the scrape of his claws against the surface of Frenstein, and the scrape of flesh against flesh as he moved beneath him.

Tzeentch's army...

He picked up the chainsaw sword at this moment, chopped at the blue bird claw, and then drilled out of the car body in an instant.

The demon was caught off guard and fell to the ground, where Taylor blew his head off with a plasma gun.

Tyler grabbed his weapon and tried to buy his brothers time while Roland and the others climbed out from underneath and got inside Frenstein.

Taylor went in breathlessly at this moment, and the engine of this behemoth gradually started.

The sound of the engines attracted the attention of a large number of demons and Chaos Space Marines.

But Taylor spoke as if he knew what was about to happen.

"Ignore them, we're going to the bridge!"

"The fact that they dared to invade Macragge's Glory speaks volumes."

"The Great Demon Carlos has found a way to deal with Guilliman..."

The girl from Lightling asked, "Boss, why are you so decisive?"

"By the Emperor, for telling me... and I almost didn't understand," he muttered to himself.

"Because I'm a foreigner? Or..."

At this moment, Taylor inexplicably recalled the dream.

He suddenly remembered that the language spoken by the silver sun was an ancient language, the language of his hometown, or to be more precise, the language of another ancient hometown.

And only then did he realize that he had almost forgotten the pronunciation of Chinese...

This is more painful than being stabbed by a devil!
(End of this chapter)