Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 225: Brothers' Battle, Part 2
The cold of the moon reminded Taylor of his damn homeland, and now the attacks of those Space Marines reminded him of the days when he and Cawl hid from the attacks of the Black Legion on the icy world.

Cold always goes hand in hand with bad things, just like the saying goes.

Hemp rope always breaks at the thinnest part.

Taylor said, "They might have sensed it. Psionic prophecy, that's the Thousand Sons' specialty!"

He already regretted agreeing to transport Guilliman. Perhaps the heavily guarded Glory of Macragge would be more suitable for the Lord of Macragge!

Sicarius simply replied into the communicator. "Let them continue to tinker with their magic. We only need to focus on completing our mission."

Taylor curled his lips. This guy was always so unreasonable in this regard. He cursed the Space Marine in his heart and quickly asked Ferenstein to make tactical evasion.

There were about seven or eight hundred Thousand Sons warriors in bright red armor in the front, constantly shooting at Guilliman's transport team.

This is almost the entire main force of the Thousand Sons, and there are also a large number of Tzeentch demons running out of the portal torn open by the wizard.

Taylor felt a headache because there was no cover and not many manpower. Even if his brothers were good at fighting, it would be difficult to deal with those guys.

As psychic lightning began to strike the tank, even the heavy armor of the Lemanus showed obvious red color and abnormal dents due to the heating.

The warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion manipulated a large number of demons and spells, delaying time bit by bit, as if waiting for something to happen.

That feeling made Taylor nauseous, so he quickly organized a racing team consisting of Salamander reconnaissance tanks and asked them to break away from the main force and make a maneuver.

The heavy lasers and bolter bombs carried by the Salamander tanks are also quite lethal to Space Marines. Although the psychic lightning is fast, it cannot penetrate their good armor.

Slower anti-armor weapons have difficulty hitting armor on the complex terrain of the moon.

Soon, those brave reconnaissance tank teams bought the Imperial Guard some breathing space.

Taylor led a large force to suppress the enemy with firepower. This was his understanding of the Imperial Guard's tactics.

Harass, disrupt, and then suppress with fire.

Either guerrilla warfare, suppression, or beheading by all means.

Obviously, decapitation is impossible, and guerrilla warfare has little effect against Space Marines and demons, so the only thing to do is to shoot the bullets as much as possible.

In an instant, countless artillery fire and bombs were delivered to Magnus's lackeys as if they were free.

As the Thousand Sons prepared to use teleportation magic to approach the Imperial vessels, the Macragge Champion Space Marines, who had been hiding, took action.

Armed with Ultramarines-painted bolters and power swords, they dispatched the traitors in a flash with exquisite skill and beautiful swordplay.

The Thousand Sons, who had just left the portal, had their heads chopped off by Sicarius before they even realized they were there. They fell to the ground with a gurgle, and their bodies were crushed into pieces by the tank.

The champions had already run for several kilometers with Taylor and the others, but they didn't seem tired at all. Even for Space Marines, it was truly amazing that they could maintain a galloping posture in battle.

Those big cans are completely different from their seemingly heavy armor. They run at a speed of about 60 kilometers per hour, just like a heavy armored vehicle.

Not human at all!
Taylor was shocked by this, but it made sense when he thought about the fact that they were the Primarch's personal guards.

The convoy cut through the thorns and bushes along the way. It was obvious that the Chaos traitors were unable to suppress them at all, whether they were the veterans on Cadia who had faced Daemons and Chaos Space Marines hundreds of times, or the guards belonging to the Primarch.

However, the high intensity of warfare caused many vehicles to have problems with their armor or engines. Space Marines are not invincible, they will also get tired, and soldiers will also get tired.

As they entered a vast wasteland of abandoned starships, Sicarius decided to rest for a while.

But Taylor said, "This place is not open. Although it can hinder the enemy's attack, it also makes us lose our firepower advantage."

"The Space Marines may not be afraid of this, but don't forget, we are all mortals now."

"Our mission is not suitable for building fortifications."

Sicarius said. "Three minutes' rest, please. I hope the Emperor will give us that much time. Have your men perform a quick maintenance on the vehicle, lest the Machine Spirit be displeased."

Taylor said, "It's been arranged long ago, but why hasn't the Primarch woken up yet? The fight just now was quite noisy. If it were me, I would have been unable to sleep long ago."

Sicarius silently gazed at the Rhino armored vehicle carrying Guilliman. He said seriously, "If the Primarch never awakens again," "I will continue the expedition."

"He brought hope to us, and as his child, I am destined to make those flames bigger."

Taylor silently gave him the Sky Eagle Salute and shouted, "Get in the car, let's continue!"

After the soldiers tiredly packed up their things, the convoy's engine warmed up again, but this time before they left the area, the Chaos portal was torn open again.

The portal was huge, almost six meters high, and a red giant walked out of it.

He has wings, one eye, blood-red skin, many golden ornaments on his body, and holds a pointed crystal bronze staff.

He stood there with contempt, looking at the mortals and Space Marines who were blocking his way, and said.

"This is more troublesome than I thought. Not even Ahriman, my Captain Champion, could lock onto you."

His voice was long and deep, like a wise man from ancient legends.

For example, the legendary sage Merlin, or figures like Jiang Ziya.

He said. "Yes! It's the Emperor..."

"He used the Astronomican as a medium to interfere with me."

"He is protecting you and giving you a lot of time."

"But you didn't cherish it and instead rested here. These few minutes are enough to determine your failure."

Taylor was looking at the giant in fear at this moment. He knew who this person was and his past. He understood it better than Sicarius.

However, Sicarius could also feel the similar feeling in the giant's body as his father's, and the disgusting demonic power from the warp.

He is the Fallen Primarch and a disgrace to humanity.

He was the Emperor's son and a traitor to his brothers.

He is Magnus the Red, the greatest mage the world has ever known, and the one who has hurt the Emperor most deeply.

He had done far more damage to the Imperium than Horus, his elder brother.

His feelings towards the Emperor are far more complex and tragic than those of his other rebel brothers.

Regardless, he was a slave of Tzeentch and an enemy of the Empire.

Sicarius raised his sword and stepped forward. Magnus replied teasingly. "You resemble Cyr. Has Guilliman ever told you that?"

"Probably not, I suppose."

He raised his staff, the power of the Primarch gathered in his hand, and a huge psychic flame flickered at the tip of his staff. If it touched him, Sicarius would be wiped out!
Now the flames fell, and Sicarius also rushed towards the demon. At the critical moment, a huge blue body blocked the scorching flames with a burning sword.

Sicarius slashed forward, leaving a deep wound in Magnus's armor, but Magnus didn't look at him, but kicked the warrior away.

As simple as a Space Marine kicking a mortal away.

He was looking at the giant in front of him. The blue body was much larger than the Space Marine, but compared to the Red Devil, it was like a child looking at an adult.

He said with a smile. "Long time no see, my brother."

"And I have come to take your soul."

The blue giant helped his offspring up, the Emperor's sword ablaze as he glared at Magnus and said seriously.

"I don't have a brother like you, traitor!"

(End of this chapter)