Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 241: Journey into the Subspace, Part 2
On the blood-red earth, a tattered imperial engine stuttered forward like a tractor.

And Taylor was thinking at this moment, what if there was a bowl of meat, the fat and skin dyed a beautiful red, tender and swaying like water.

No matter how greasy those things taste, he will not dislike them.

Because he was very hungry.

He raised his head and looked at this place from Frenstein. The uninhabited red metal continent was like a disordered thing, chaotically spliced in the chaotic realm.

There is only copper and hematite, boiling magma and poisonous air.

In the distance, you can vaguely see an unnamed subspace creature. It looks like a giant lizard, but with multiple heads and limbs. It is definitely not a normal creature.

Scales resembling eyeballs and a head resembling a tongue are definitely not something that should exist in the human world.

They were in the Warp, probably the territory of Khorne. Every time Taylor thought of this, he couldn't help feeling nauseous and terrified.

It all started when he defeated the resurrected Angron a few days ago.

The demon primarch was sealed, expelled, and lost his body on Armageddon, so he urgently needed his offspring to reforge a body for him.

At that time, the Blood Angels found Taylor, and they half-tricked and half-pushed Taylor to the front line, and Taylor solved the problem.

Before Angron's body solidified, Frenstein, with the Waagh's stance, smashed his new body, a thing forged from the flesh and blood of hundreds of thousands of people.

The price was that Taylor was pulled into the warp, and when he just entered it, a large number of demons were lurking beside the portal, hoping that Angron's resurrection would bring them into reality.

But a huge metal engine tore open the portal, killed dozens of demons, and then drove away.

Taylor had only one feeling about this, and that was bad luck.

He is so unlucky!

Several days have passed now, and he can't tell how many days it is. After all, for mortals, there is no sunrise or sunset here, and there is no so-called time.

Their only criterion for success was the crude and unreliable one of being hungry.

Anyway, they had already eaten the food that was always stored on Frenstein, which was about four days' standard rations.

Given how carefully they ate, it was probably a week or more to be exact.

Who knew? Taylor had had enough of the shriveled starch blocks of corpses or emergency rations, and he had seen enough of the endless land filled with death and madness.

No wonder the demons want to come to the real universe even if they are crazy, because there is nothing interesting here.

If I had to say, it would probably be the surging magma, the inexhaustible metal, and the forges prepared by the demons for war, which spew out smoke day and night.

During this period, Taylor had thought about causing trouble for the demons, but they were not creatures that needed to eat.

Inside their forges are only huge furnaces and the living corpses of enslaved low-level traitor souls that work day and night.

Most of them were promised power by Khorne in exchange for their souls.

Those who have no ability but still want to enjoy life will not become demons after death, but will become a screw to forge a metal engine for Khorne.

It's really ironic. It's like this for the Empire and also for Chaos. For a moment, Taylor couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong.

And you still say that they are all bad?

Of course, this idea is not very loyal. Secondly, the Empire exists in the real universe after all, so it must be better than here.

But there was no point in thinking about those things now. Both the soldiers and he were thirsty and hungry, and Frenstein's engine would stop due to the lack of promethium.

The sun was shining brightly in this place, and the red eyeballs were hanging there, emitting a sickening warmth.

Those zombie-like low-level souls would kneel down before those huge eyes whenever they had time.

They called it the Eye of Khorne in their Gothic mumblings, but did they really think that worshipping it could replace those labors?

Metal doesn't forge itself...

Thinking of this, Taylor felt inexplicably gloating, and then he remembered that his current situation was not much better than those guys.

The old emperor may have forgotten himself...

He pessimistically speculated about his fate, but soon muttered to himself.

"would not……"

But the girl from Lightling spoke frankly. "Boss, are we really going to keep going?" "There's nothing here!"

Taylor wanted to refute, but he also knew that a guy like him would definitely not be welcomed in the Khorne Realm.

No one would hold a grand banquet and ask him to come and show his favor.

He looked into the distance a little pessimistically, but saw a familiar Gothic-style building.

First, Taylor had to admit that the Empire State's buildings were quite depressing after looking at them for a long time.

Those layers of dark metal and marble looked like something the engineers had learned to build from vampires.

But that touch of different color was like an oasis in the desert to Taylor.

He asked Ferenstein to go over there quickly, even if it might be a tragic mirage.

Fortunately, not long after Ferenstein left, he saw the specific location of the building.

This is a typical imperial governor's residence, usually a resort for dignitaries.

Taylor vigilantly discovered that those Gothic-style buildings were full of traces of war. Obviously, these were things that were involved in the warp conspiracy after the dark side of the empire appeared.

There was always the possibility of a mad wizard playing with psychic powers like this and blowing himself up, and most mortals would probably be killed by daemons upon entering the Warp.

But there are no demons here, which is strange, and secondly, it's a mess here.

Taylor was very cautious, but had no choice but to walk in. They needed water, food, fuel and bullets.

All the good and bad things.

He pushed open the door and walked into the hall. The first thing that caught his eye was a dazzling array of wine cabinets, half of which were smashed and the other half were intact.

Then he said ecstatically, "Good start, isn't it?"

But soon, he cautiously took out his weapon because he heard rustling footsteps.

And when he subconsciously raised the blade into the air, a silver shadow flashed down.

The thing jumped down from the second floor of the castle, holding a silver power sword, and collided with Taylor's chainsaw.

But the next moment, the silver giant and Taylor released their weapons at the same time and said in surprise.

"Grey Knight?"

"The Cadian Guard?"

After a brief pause, Taylor saw the man's appearance clearly.

He was three meters tall, huge and exaggerated, holding a silver-white sword. The power armor on his body was complex and beautiful, with many runes and amazing trophies.

From the string of demon teeth, each one is different and the size of a big demon.

There were only a few demon canine fangs before, but now they are arranged in a string of large and small ones. A rough calculation shows that there are at least 20 big demon fangs on it!
Others include the Emperor's noble runes, or markings found only on the Imperial Pope.

The man looked very old, even a little exaggerated from a Space Marine's perspective.

He must be at least several hundred years old!
Taylor asked. "That tooth is from a Khorne Daemon..."

He replied, "Of course. I haven't seen a living person in decades. Tell me how you got here, and how the Empire has been doing lately."

"The subspace has been quite strange lately, with a lot of new and strange things coming in."

Having said that, the old man's eyes flashed purple and he spoke seriously.

“Reality and fantasy are getting closer and closer.”

“Everything is falling into disarray.”

"I, Kaldor Ddraig, have lived for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen such a sight."

Taylor asked. "Kaldor? Ddraig? High Master of the Grey Knights?"

He looked at the man, old and powerful, tall and strange.

Yes, only he, and only he, could fight his way through Chaos' lair and earn the nickname "Brother Dragging"...

(End of this chapter)