Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 269 I fight Angron?
Above the dense forest of Kamas, sharp red flames fell like knife blades. If mortals saw it, they would definitely think it was some kind of horrific natural disaster.

The forest fire stretched on as if it had consciousness, the evil will bestowed by the Chaos Gods and the embodiment of Angron's tyrannical psychic power.

The breath of death spread with warmth, and Franstein hurried through the forest.

But they were still far from where they could counterattack. Under the psychic flames, the chariot began to make crackling sounds, which made people nervous.

Frankly speaking, Taylor is just trying to stay calm now. At least as the backbone of this group of scum, he knows that he must not collapse first.

But if you think about it carefully, a few soldiers, two heretics, and a broken car want to challenge an ascended Primarch.

The difficulty is no less than asking several paupers in the nest to become the richest man in the upper nest overnight.

Obviously, Taylor was the least confident one. He had no idea how powerful the so-called trap was, and he had no idea what Agnes' trap was like.

He only knew that the unfortunate guy was blown to ashes by the World Devourer and now he has almost turned into dust in the void.

He needs to trust a guy who has already failed?

Taylor just started to hesitate, but at this moment Angron's flaming blade brushed against the outside of Frenstein, dispelling all his confusion.

Nothing can lift a man's spirits better than a God who is chasing him!
Taylor listened to the sound of Frenstein's engine overheating and saw the Primarch's sharp blade turning the dense forest into ashes. He couldn't help but sigh at the exaggerated fighting power of those giants.

How did the Emperor create those monsters?!

While Frenstein's body was cracked as he dodged the sharp blade, they were lucky enough to survive the Primarch's angry roars again and again.

But Angron definitely did not hold back. What hindered his judgment and attack were the plants and trees, the seemingly powerless things on Kamas.

At this moment, they represent the will of the planet, protecting those imperial people, or perhaps they are instinctively resisting the Chaos invasion.

Kamas is a vibrant world with a long history, so her power makes the great demon quite annoyed.

But none of them on Flannstein noticed, even the cultist lady who was a psyker was distracted by the power of the Primarch.

This made Taylor feel extremely lucky. He was even able to withstand the attack of the Primarch and reach the location of the trap!

When Franstein approached the place, it looked like an ordinary forest at first glance, but it was actually different.

This is a high platform covered with mud, and most things are hidden in rough grass and trees.

But by Taylor's standards, the coverage here probably needs to be reworked.

Let's put it this way, even a newly graduated recruit could do better than him, but considering that the person on the other side is a wizard and might have to use some conspiracy and trickery, this level of cover is actually reasonable.

Taylor told Ferenstein to stop quickly, and of course, it would be on standby, waiting around at any time.

Roland had recovered his basic mobility at this moment. He was driven out of the car and hid in the nearby forest. Sister Lightlin was responsible for taking care of him.

The Iron Warrior was sent to activate the heavy laser weapons here. As a Chaos Space Marine who is good at technology, he has such ability.

The cultist girl began to study those rituals and psychic powers.

This magic circle is about half the size of a football field, which is definitely not small, but for the Primarch, especially the Primarch after ascending to demonic status, it is a bit insufficient.

Only when people walk inside those magic circles can they notice the rather enchanting and strange protrusions on the ground.

Those small human faces were soft under the grass.

Taylor didn't want to think about what it was, and he couldn't, because Angron had given them so little time to adjust.

The Demon Lord, the Scarlet Angel, the Primarch, he has many names.

Now he is the most powerful person under Lord Khorne. He almost looks down on that mortal and looks down at Taylor condescendingly.

Perhaps to him, that mortal was just a small thing.

But Angron knew that he was a guy who could do bad things.

The demon primarch circled in the sky and then fell rapidly. The violent airflow it stirred up was enough to bend the grass and trees, making it look like a typhoon passing through.

Taylor could hardly breathe as he watched the huge monster like a mountain land in front of him.

He thought of all the ways to survive, and at the same time urged the damned Iron Warrior or Psychic Wizard to fulfill his responsibility... Of course, whether this trap was effective enough was also a question mark.

Taylor now held a chainsword in his hand and a bolter in his left hand, looking like a miniature Space Marine, but he knew that he looked like a stormtrooper at best.

The two huge blades in Angron's hands, either one of them would be enough to take his life.

Taylor could smell the blood and anger on the body of the Demon Primarch at this moment, and the Chaos Space Marines riding dragons soaring in the sky were giving him invisible pressure.

Angron's massive form now swung the blade and began to hack at Tyler, holding nothing back, his movements swift and decisive.

If we were to describe how exaggerated the Primarch's attack was, Taylor would say it was like flying like a missile, faster than a bullet.

Now that he was out of Ferenstein's protection and the forest's cover, Taylor had no way of avoiding this move...

The sharp crimson blade came with an irresistible pressure. Taylor subconsciously wanted to try whether the technique taught by the Lion King could resist it, but he quickly realized.

In the face of an absolute power gap, technology is useless!
Fortunately, the moment the blade fell, the Iron Warrior activated the laser cannon array here.

Five heavy beam cannons disguised as trees were activated, and a large amount of energy was instantly focused on the Primarch, transforming into violent energy fluctuations, which instantly made Angron emit a burnt smell.

The sudden attack caught the Primarch off guard and he stopped. He used his blade to block the light, but the crimson energy continued to attack.

But how could any mortal's equipment compare to the Daemon Primarch's physical prowess?

The Iron Warrior spoke hurriedly as he watched the energy meter on the instrument decrease rapidly.

"Mortal! The instrument is shutting down!"

Taylor was scrambling like an ant on a hot pan. What was he to do? Chop the Primarch's toes with his chainsaw sword, which was the size of a nail clipper to the Primarch?
Fortunately, before the laser cannon stopped, ancient spells came from all directions. Those strange and obscene words came from the human faces beneath the surface.

Now there are a thousand voices, each chanting a different language and mantra.

A flood of psychic energy poured into Angron's head, causing the Primarch to freeze. He stopped, and the laser cannon's energy output also stopped.

The whole world seemed to be paused, and the huge red demon knelt on the ground, as if it had lost its soul.

The only real thing is the mess here and the sound of the metal demon's wings flapping in the sky.

Taylor felt his mouth dry at the moment, but he heard the cult girl's hurried words in his heart.

"Idiot! Attack him! The Primarch's soul is too powerful!"

"I can't hold on much longer!"

Taylor picked up his chainsword, ready to stain his weapon with the Primarch's blood. This was a great honor...

This is not about dealing with a big demon or something, but about exiling a demon primarch, which is enough to be recorded in the history of the empire!

But a dark red dragon fell down, and a Space Marine holding a giant chain saw axe landed in front of Taylor. He got off his mount and praised.

"Mortal, you did well, but Father will soon awaken, and your little plan ends here."

He had a clear butcher's nail on his head, but he seemed very rational and was always admiring how Taylor struggled.

And he was confident of victory, because he, Invicatus, had already seen a future in which the world would turn into a sea of fire!

But Taylor just shouted urgently, "Frenstein, hit!"

The humming sound of engines swept across the skyline on the side of the forest, indicating that the Primarch was about to be fatally hit without realizing it.

The vehicle with the Waagh stance and the power generated by its machine soul resonated with the wails of thousands of psychic souls in the ceremony!
Invicartus, the Khorne Champion shouted angrily. "No!"

When the metal engine cut through the Primarch's head with its ramming horns, the huge body now turned into a phantom and ashes, gradually dissipating.

The Khorne Champion said angrily. "You have gone too far, mortal!"

"Now, I will use the blood of everyone in this world to commemorate my father's passing!"

Taylor picked up the chainsaw sword and said with a guilty conscience, "It's just revenge for my father's murder. We can reconcile, right?"

(End of this chapter)