Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 224: Brothers' Battle, Part 1
After the Khorne forces provided the Imperial ships with a precious opportunity to escape, Calgar acted decisively and ordered the ships to approach Terra at full speed.

They entered a short warp jump and immediately approached the area where the Astronomican light was brightest.

They've reached the solar system!

This news made Taylor feel relieved. He felt that his mission was accomplished. Although he had not done anything, the Thousand Sons were undoubtedly delayed by something.

Whoever performed this great and loyal deed, Taylor hoped that those who stood in the way of the Thousand Sons would return to the Golden Throne after their death...

But Taylor, who was relieved, did not feel at peace. He lowered his head and said.

"Take that one..."

Taylor was looking at the long table and the tarot cards arranged in geometric patterns on it and covering the tabletop.

He took a deep breath, and drew three as if he had made up his mind, and then, at the judgment of the girl Leitlin, she answered.

“Not really…”

"Death, The Hanged Man, Justice."

"Want to listen to the explanation?"

Taylor shook his head. "Forget it. If I ever want to play the Emperor Tarot again, you have to remind me that I'm too damned alive to do it."

"Three times, all bad. When you say those words, my fragile heart can't help but beat wildly."

He said uneasily. "But it seems that bad luck hasn't found us yet, but who knows how long it will last..."

He had suddenly started feeling unwell about two hours before, and the tarot cards were supposed to help him alleviate the discomfort, but in reality they made it worse.

At the same time, the attack from the Thousand Sons also came suddenly.

Those guys were much more adept at traveling in the Warp, and even though the Great Daemon desperately bought a few hours for his loyal Guilliman, it only allowed the Imperial fleet to get a little closer to Terra.

They have to find a way to hold on before the defenders in the solar system approach...

This was probably the closest the forces of Chaos had come to the solar system in the entire century, no, the entire ten thousand years, since the Horus Heresy.

It can be seen that the chaos caused by Abaddon even left the inner solar system with no spare energy to detect the nearby star fields. This is probably why Magnus dared to approach Terra.

At present, the Glory of Macragge is absolutely safe as the flagship, and although the entire fleet has only half of its combat effectiveness when it set out, it is still larger than the invader's team as a whole.

At the same time, the Primarch is still lying there. He is almost the same as his son. Calgar is called the ICU God of War, and the situation after Guilliman fought is similar.

Although it may be a bit of a downer to say this, Taylor must serve as the last shield to protect the Primarch at this moment.

At the same time, it seems that Taylor now has quite a bit of power at his disposal.

For example, a section of the Macragge Honor Guard wearing blue power armor is one of the permanent troops.

The veterans who followed him to Cardia from the original feudal knight world were elite soldiers whose combat effectiveness was even greater than that of ordinary Kashejin.

There are also many heavy vehicles stationed there, including 20 Lemanus tanks and 40 lighter Salamander and Hydra tanks.

There are 260 heavy fixed bombs and plasma guns of various types, thousands of hell guns, and countless laser guns. The fortress-like corridors are also equipped with sandbags, barbed wire and artillery positions.

Such firepower is enough to take down the place that Taylor calls hell. Although these mortal troops are not as elite as the Space Marines, they are also the real backbone of the empire.

Although there have been many battles, big and small, in the history of the Empire in which Space Marines played the leading role, the Imperial Guard has been present in almost every war, and this is obviously the case today.

Taylor was thinking about how to maximize his military strength at this moment. There were several blue giants moving forward at the far end of the corridor.

They were clad in the armor of Macragge Space Marine champions, adorned with golden olive branch-like ornaments, and approached with lightning speed.

They were well-organized, and the leader was tall and handsome, with a large red crown on his armor, which was very conspicuous.

Taylor was amazed that the man was actually Sicarius!
Taylor asked. "Second Captain, why are you here?"

Sicarius replied. "The war has reached a fever pitch. We have just received notification of an enemy landing, so I have come to protect the Primarch."

"At the same time, Calgar is going to give you a mission." Taylor sighed. "This isn't exactly good news."

"Those guys are as sticky as candy. They're probably terrified that we might enter the Solar Segmentum and receive support from the Imperial Fortress."

"They really did cling to their last chance..."

Sicarius said. "That's right, so we need to move the Primarch. This is the battlefield, and the Primarch is unconscious..." His tone became heavy.

He seemed terrified, as if the Primarch would never wake up again, just as he had been after being stabbed by Fulgrim.

He said, "We are getting close enough to the Moon because there is enough firepower on the Moon, and close enough to Terra."

"There's no atmosphere to allow Macragge's Glory to get as close to the surface as possible, so we must bring the Primarch to the lunar surface and ask the local fortress to shelter him!"

"And Macragge's Glory will serve as bait, meanwhile."

"Taylor, you are the one who will carry out this mission, and I will go with you."

After hearing this, Taylor now understood what had happened to his unlucky tarot reading, although in theory his mission was safer than staying in Macragge's Glory.

He took a deep breath and called his trusted soldiers.

He left Ms. Krieg and Miss Katie here, and brought Miss Lightling and Roland, as well as nearly 2000 elite soldiers and 200 Macragge Honor Guards.

This is the core force he can gather in a short time. Every soldier is a warrior among warriors. If they have the right weapons and equipment, they can defeat one Space Marine with only 15 people.

Although it is not a sure win, it is still a very exaggerated result among mortals.

Now, those elite troops were moved away from the huge Glory of Macragge with the help of transport planes, and Taylor put on a full set of power armor to assist his breathing.

On the scarred lunar surface, Taylor was adapting to the change in gravity.

He staggered forward a step and then recited to himself.

"That's one small step for man, one giant leap for me..."

He spoke alone, telling an ancient joke that only he and the Emperor could understand and hear.

Then watched as the soldiers transported Guilliman's body in armored vehicles.

This is the moon, also called the moon, the satellite of Holy Terra, but it is completely different from the desolate place Taylor once thought it was.

Today, the surface here is made up of the remains of countless abandoned giant starships, like a city made of metal skeletons.

In the distance, a vast technological fortress hive with flickering lights was detecting the war in the void and supporting Macragge's Glory with its artillery fire.

A huge city covering thousands of kilometers attacked the Thousand Sons ships like fireworks, as if questioning why those traitors dared to come here.

Taylor looked up from Ferenstein at this moment, looking at his home planet...

Holy Terra, or so it is called.

Earth.

Now she was a brown dead place, ugly as brass, its blue shattered by the dried-up ocean and its egg-white white shattered by the loss of the atmosphere.

Like a grain of yellow sand hanging high in the sky, like an old and lonely mother.

Taylor wrinkled his nose and cursed.

"What a waste! This place used to be so beautiful!"

After he finished speaking, he saw the Thousand Sons' spell tear open a portal near them. In the purple vortex, one by one, the Rubric Warriors, those tall Traitor Space Marines walked out.

Taylor said, clutching his stomach. "Defensive stance! Remember! Our goal is to get the Primarch to safety!"

(End of this chapter)