Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 239 Brass Sword
Pull the piston, the bell chimes...

Start the device and praise the Messiah.

The prayers of the Mechanicus were heard continuously, and the Space Marines' warships began to start up quickly.

Its machine soul gradually became delighted by the sages' chanting, and gradually approached the enemy under the roar of the plasma engine.

The Brass Sword, the malevolent Khorne warship, was wandering in the void, unaware of the approaching Blood Angels vessel.

In the Blood Angels' hangar, Taylor watched as boxes of explosive bombs and reloading servitors were loaded onto the boarding shuttle.

It was a set of exquisitely crafted weapons that strictly adhered to the Imperial forging rules. After cutting into the enemy's hull, it would hiss and cut through the enemy's ship with heat.

At the same time, there are a large number of weapons such as explosive bombs and melta mines, not to mention replacement chainsword blades.

It's really enviable, especially Taylor was jealous. Although his supply priority was also very high, it was far from being so exaggerated.

This also shows that the Blood Angels attach great importance to this operation. If it weren't for the fact that boarding battles are not suitable for the use of dreadnoughts, Taylor would suspect that they would have to wake up a few old refrigerators.

Obviously, the Blood Angels' emphasis on this was a bit strange. Although this was a serious boarding battle, it was far from this scale.

Taylor sensitively felt that they might be hiding something, but facing those supermen, there was not much he could ask.

Secondly, the Empire really needs them to kill those heretics, and he still needs to take action even without the Blood Angels.

At this moment, Taylor couldn't help but take a deep breath, wiping his black bomb, and hoping in his heart that the Emperor would let him live a little longer.

He worshipped everything sacred to the Emperor almost ritually, but that was just worship. In other words, to many Imperials, Taylor was not pious.

But for Taylor, the peace of mind that comes from cramming at the last minute is enough.

Because the Emperor really exists, he is much more reliable than many imaginary gods and Buddhas...

He carefully oiled his gun, then calmly led his brothers onto the transport plane.

Boarding battle was quite unfamiliar to Taylor, but it was not his first time. Whether it was semi-forced or he did it on his own initiative this time.

All we can say is that he is becoming more and more adept at dealing with this dark universe.

Taylor sighed habitually as the inertia of the shuttle carried him through the void.

He closed his eyes and waited for the long and fast time to pass by. After a few minutes, he picked up the weapon and said.

"Get ready, Roland. I'm going to give the other team a Melta attack, regardless of whether it hits or not."

He put on the visor of his helmet and complained inwardly about the dangers of his job.

It's like cleaning out a gator-filled sewer.

After the transporter's melta claws cut open the ship, Roland immediately fired his melta gun at the hatch that had not yet been opened, and then Taylor quickly moved forward relying on the violent flash of the melta.

He raised his bolter and fired at the mortal servants of Chaos, while his chainsword was drawn, slicing the arm of a Chaos Space Marine after dispatching the mortal.

Blood splattered on his body, and the World Eater raised his weapon in pain, ready to kill the mortal, but a depleted uranium bullet accurately pierced his head.

After the huge body fell, a new recruit walked out of the transport warehouse tremblingly and looked at the corpse on the ground with an incredible look.

"what happens?"

He couldn't understand what had just happened. It was faster than any training or combat technique he had ever seen. It just felt suffocating and swift.

But the heretic corpse on the ground pointed out nonchalantly that what had just happened was not a dream.

He witnessed the death of God.

But Taylor just looked at the place. The turbid air smelled of blood and sulfur, and there were strange red wires exposed on the red hull.

It looks like blood vessels, which is disturbing.

He bent down and watched the blood flowing from the corpse being absorbed by the metal, and the uneasiness became stronger.

"What is this place?"

He asked the new recruit, which was the only value of the navy.

He looked around at the complex array of pipes and equipment, then replied, "Sir, this is the damage control room."

Taylor smiled. "Then our attack was quite accurate. Let's go find those Space Marines. Our plan is to rendezvous in the enemy ship's oxygen chamber." "Let those mortals suffocate first to paralyze the enemy. Not a bad plan."

"Get Frenstein out of the transport bay. We need cover and fire support."

The mortal now asked, "Sir, we are inside an enemy ship, why do you seem unconcerned?"

Taylor said pessimistically. "This is my daily experience. I even witnessed the Primarch and the demon fighting each other a few months ago."

"I figured it out. Since I can't escape, I might as well find a way to solve the problem."

"As long as I can handle it, I can survive..."

The new soldier asked. "Sir, aren't you afraid?"

Taylor walked up to Ferenstein and asked him to get in the car, while asking the girl Leitlin to make some coffee for the new recruit to calm down.

He also answered. "I'm terrified. I'm not much older than you, and I have family back home and my own business, but what can I do now?"

"The Empire is on the dark side, Abaddon is invading, the entire universe is on the war front, there are no civilians anymore."

"Now we have only two choices, kill the enemy, or become slaves."

"Believe me, bowing down to the Chaos is the most foolish thing in this world, so I can only take up arms."

He looked at the young man.

"You and I are a lot like each other. I hope you survive."

Taylor then climbed out of Ferenstein and fired heavy bombs at several makeshift watchtowers in the distance, disrupting the enemy's plan to use anti-tank guns to attack Ferenstein.

Looking at the dark red lines and twisted red metal, he walked around them with ease, feeling uneasy but unable to calm down.

Because he knew clearly that this was the dire situation of the empire today...

He watched Ferenstein pass by the enemies as he drew closer to the oxygen chamber.

When Ferenstein broke open the heavy metal door and saw the Blood Angels installing the melta bomb in front of the huge piston pump.

Taylor climbed out of the car naturally and said, "Hey, guys, are you busy?"

The Blood Angels' Command Captain replied, "Not busy, but did I tell you not to make such a big noise?"

"Maybe you're used to fighting bugs or greenskins and think big moves are good, but I can answer you now."

"Be quiet!"

Taylor muttered, "I'm starting to look more and more like an orc. Maybe I should stay away from those things..."

But the new recruit from the Imperial Navy jumped out and shouted, "Angel! You can't insult Master Taylor like this!"

"He is a truly loyal man and a great person. There is nothing wrong with his actions. It's just that you have different styles of doing things!"

The mortal didn't know where he got the courage from, but he got angry because of the angel's few teasing words.

Taylor always has a lot of little fans, which makes him blush, and Angel and the little bad guys in his team start to talk about this matter in a nagging manner.

Fortunately, before things got out of hand, Taylor suddenly said.

"We have to get to the core room quickly and blow up the power reactor."

"After we finish those things, we still have to find a way to get back to the Imperial Navy ship."

At this moment, the Blood Angel suddenly said, "No, there's a change of plan."

"I'm sorry I lied to you because I was afraid you'd run away from the reality of the situation."

"This ship isn't just a roadblock. To be precise, they're here for a ceremony, and so are we."

Taylor was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

The Blood Angels Captain replied. "Sanguinor requested our coming. He predicted it."

"The Daemon Primarch, Angron, will be resurrected here..."

(End of this chapter)