Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 222: The Army of Khorne, Part 1
Taylor came to Guilliman's lounge, where the Primarch's huge body was placed in a five-meter-long metal coffin filled with various complex mechanical equipment.

Cawl's huge body was constantly fiddling with something nearby, and dozens of mechanical limbs were constantly swaying around Guilliman, checking readings from time to time and injecting something from time to time.

Taylor now asked the brothers to camp in the corridor outside the room.

Because there are a lot of goodies in those corridors that are big enough for heavy tanks to pass through.

For example, the wolf spider turret or the flame cannon are usually inside the wall and will become a very good combat force when activated.

This made him consider and determine the location for this camp.

At the same time, he walked over to Kaur and said, "Long time no see."

Kaur replied without emotion. "Long time no see."

Taylor was a little embarrassed and licked the corner of his mouth. "Um...how have you been lately?"

Kaul suddenly stopped moving, looked at Taylor with his mechanical cheeks, and then his head suddenly stretched out abnormally, like a strange movable mechanical tentacle.

Said in an emotionless voice.

"Are you referring to the matter of serving the Primarch, or the problem with the Black Obelisk?"

Taylor looked at the metal traffic light wriggling in mid-air and said warily, "I mean the Primarch..."

Kaul was silent for a moment before answering, "I have acquired many ancient stcs from Macragge, and my work has gradually begun to mature."

"Guilliman provided me with a number of gene seeds for modification, and my work has finally reached its final stage."

"We still need an opportunity, and Terra and Mars are the answer."

Taylor swallowed.

He probably understood that the Primaris Space Marines' plan had come to an end, and soon, bigger and stronger blue-skinned guys would emerge like mushrooms after rain.

This was probably good news, Taylor asked again. "How is the Primarch now?"

Kaul replied. "There's nothing wrong with his body, but he hasn't regained consciousness. His injuries are much less severe than I expected, with minimal damage. While there's damage to his brain nerves, it's not irreparable."

"But he didn't wake up. It's obvious that his soul has fallen into endless torment."

"It's his business, we can only wait."

Taylor nodded, and thought to himself that the unlucky guy Guilliman was really suppressed by the psychic blood.

He even felt that his psychic resistance was stronger than his...

But this is also the reason why those guys didn't look at him straight in the eye. In a place full of Space Marines and powerful warriors, no one would throw precious psychic power on a single mortal.

Thinking this way, Taylor felt that he was really blessed by his "weakness".

He smiled bitterly and began to arrange for his brothers to improve their fortifications, hoping that they could breathe normally in the next period of time.

At the same time, the Thousand Sons' attacks became increasingly powerful, and a large number of ships were constantly shooting at the Macragge Expedition.

Magnus sat high on his throne, looking at the crystal ball in front of him with a teasing look. The red winged giant smiled gently and said at the same time.

"Carlos, how do you feel?"

The birdman's shrill voice came. "Boring, painful, disgusting!"

“It’s a mess.”

Magnus taunted. "My brother is no weakling, but you did well enough."

"Next, I will fulfill the Lord of Change's mission, relying on my fleet, my magic, and my strength."

He said this with a smile, but Carlos was dismissive. He thought his plan was perfect and nothing was more accurate and reliable than a surprise attack.

But he still overlooked an insignificant mortal whose fate was quite strange, and he himself could not fathom it. But he did not intend to tell this giant red Ogryn that even if they stood on a united front, this guy was nothing but a big body and no brains.

It's a waste that he has magical skills, but he is not good at conspiracy and subterfuge...

Carlos felt really sorry for Magnus's talent, such a pity.

But he also enjoyed seeing this guy's cruel defeat.

He had already thought about how Magnus would be banished to the edge of the Warp as tragically as he was, or even killed by the Emperor's Sword!
He will savor this pleasure for the next ten thousand years...

While Carlos was happy about this, Magnus turned off the crystal ball. He could naturally see that this guy was hiding a lot of things.

But he wanted to win.

At the same time, he began to prepare the spell, as he knew very well that his brother was now unconscious.

And he will enter Macragge's Glory and take his soul!
"Stay close to the ship, prepare for a surprise attack, and maintain distance from the Macragge Expedition."

He was confident of victory and his troops were enough to suppress the expedition, but at this moment, his ship was suddenly attacked.

They were Black Legion ships, and this caught Magnus off guard, their emergence from the Warp abruptly interrupting his plans.

He asked angrily. "What's going on?! Get on the comm! I want to know what Abaddon is doing!"

On the other side, on the flagship of the Black Legion, Skarbrand, Lord Bloodaxe, the army of Khorne, was holding a Space Marine's neck with a sharp blade.

Now he tore open the rift, and on the human ship, he looked out the window at those damn blue and red ships sailing in the void, and made a vicious sound in disgust.

His massive red body was larger than any other Space Marine, even the Primarch, so much so that he had to keep his head down to navigate the vast interior of the ship.

He had chains hanging around his waist, his body was torn and tattered, even his horns were broken, but no one dared to underestimate him because those were the marks left by Khorne.

Now, with a grin on his face, he asked a Black Legion warrior, "Is Guilliman up there?"

His voice was like sulfur gurgling in magma, unbearable.

At the same time, he came for the Primarch, the most powerful warrior in the world.

To offer a sufficient sacrifice to his god, he needed the Primarch's blood to be spilled on the ground.

The Black Legion warrior trembled. "Sir... why did you plunder our ships?"

Cabrant said. "For the blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

“Wherever the war is, there I will be.”

He smiled. "Guilliman is still awake, isn't he?"

The Black Legion soldier nodded tremblingly.

He replied. "Then kill the other one first!"

"They're all Primarchs, pretty much the same!"

"If I capture Guilliman and Magnus, then my Lord will waive my punishment."

"Broken wings can be reborn, rotten corners can be regrown, I dream of it!"

At this moment, the communication screen inside the ship lit up, and the red Cyclops cursed. "Damn Abaddon, what are you doing?!"

But the voice that answered him was hoarse and crazy, and the red devil cursed at the Primarch.

"Magnus, I've come to use your head as a drinking glass!"

　Loyal and reliable

　　
　
(End of this chapter)