Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 270 Crimson Angel
The Chaos Champion asked angrily. "Look at what you've done..."

"If the Corpse King is truly protecting you, or if fate truly cannot allow my father's resurrection, then his brothers should also be sent."

"Instead of you..."

He looked at Taylor with disgust, and at the same time, the sharp and huge battle axe in his hand began to roar under the traction of the promethium engine.

Like a big snake that chooses its prey, hissing and shaking its tail.

Taylor tried to remain calm, knowing he had gotten through the most difficult time.

Now that the Daemon Primarch has fallen, he no longer faces an invincible god, but a man who inherited his bloodline.

It's not like he has no chance of winning, in fact...

Does he feel he has a good chance of winning?
This wasn't inexplicable confidence, but the experience and abilities Taylor had gained from fighting Chaos time and time again.

He could handle a Chaos Champion...

right?

Can he?
Thinking of this, Taylor's courage suddenly dissipated, especially when he saw the giant steel dragon standing next to him, staring at him hungrily.

He had shot down many of those demon engines, but he also knew that they needed anti-aircraft guns to be taken down.

He didn't understand. He was just a mortal whose dream was to find a place to serve as a planetary guard. But now, every time, he would be inexplicably connected to the future of the entire universe...

He mustered up his courage and silently retreated, trying to create distance, but the Chosen Champion of Khorne simply moved forward quickly, closing in at a speed that was incomprehensible to mortals.

Taylor instinctively raised his blade and counterattacked with the skill of a lion king, pushing the deadly giant chainsaw axe away in an instant, causing it to fall to the side.

Then he placed his bolter against the champion's abdomen, firing continuously.

Boom!

This attack caught the Chaos Champion off guard. If the armor on his chest had not been forged by Khorne, he would have been beaten to pieces.

Now, he raised his body, not daring to act rashly again.

He didn't understand what was going on with this mortal...

That swordsmanship is quite exquisite, but he looks so stupid?
The Angel of Fear began to observe Taylor's actions vigilantly. For a moment, this battle, which should have been one-sided, turned into a fight between two combat experts.

However, in terms of patience and attack style, the Chosen of Khorne's methods have always been swift and powerful.

The giant axe roared with a roar from hell, and as the gears drove it to spin rapidly, the demigod put all his strength into it.

The electronic muscles of the power armor made a faint cracking sound as they were overwhelmed, but Taylor just calmly adjusted the edge of his sword.

It's not that he wasn't nervous, but he was very clear that his nervousness and emotions would only become a burden now.

The more the Space Marine wanted to rely on his strong physical strength to end the battle quickly, the less Taylor could take it for granted.

At this moment, the huge chainsaw axe fell, and Taylor was ready to fight back. The two constantly rotating chainsaw weapons bit each other.

But Taylor simply turned his body, following the sparks spreading from the blade, and quickly moved downward, cutting the chainsaw axe apart from the handle.

Under Invicartus's incredible gaze, the blade in his hand fell to the ground.

The arrogant champion of Khorne realized that he was no match for a mortal in terms of weapons and equipment?
He looked at the broken mark on the handle in his hand, at the ceramic steel layer that seemed to have been heated, and hit Taylor with his elbow in a low and angry voice.

He roared and roared, his voice like thunder.

The sound was louder than the roar of artillery shells, enough to make a mortal deaf for life, but Taylor's armor offset those effects and adjusted it to an acceptable intensity before playing it back in the Thinker system.

At the same time, Taylor raised his sword and met the Space Marine's elbow strike. He exerted all his strength, but it felt like his arm was about to break.

If the swordsmanship taught to him by the Lion King was not defensive in nature, and if he was not quite familiar with using the enemy's strength to gain leverage against him...

If one item is missing, he will probably be the loser.

The blessing of Khorne is so powerful, especially when it is used on Space Marines, the force is like an armored vehicle crushing them!

Now the roar of the chainsaw sword could be heard, and the traitor's blood was spilled on the ground, almost determining the outcome of the duel.

Taylor was panting. He had to use all his strength to barely destroy the monster's arms and weapons.

Of course, he had no power to sever the weapon, nor to kill the Space Marine; all this was the work of the enraged man himself.

His power was now the poison that killed him.

The Chaos Champion's head drooped like a rag due to the pain and shock. It was obvious that his many victories had made him forget the pain.

His armor continuously injected various drugs into him, but it was unable to awaken his will, and at the same time declared Taylor's victory.

But that Space Marine is still dangerous, secondly.

According to their beliefs, Taylor was qualified to sentence the poor man to death.

Taylor raised his explosive grenade and fired two rounds at the Superman's head. The bullets passed through his head, causing blood to splatter...

However, Taylor never imagined that he would become the warrior who bestowed death upon Khorne's chosen.

Although he had faced many Space Marines, this was the first time he had defeated a Chosen Champion head-on.

It would be a lie to say I'm not happy...

Perhaps this was a sign that he was capable of finding his place in this universe, but he saw the ashes of Angron's body in the distance.

The Primarch revived, the devil appeared, and his optimism was shattered like something ridiculous, and he asked himself.

Although a chosen one is powerful, he is only a tiny part among the many horrors of this universe.

Taylor was sitting calmly on the ground at this moment, looking at the huge lifeless body in front of him, and his brothers were rushing over quickly.

The soldiers approached quickly and brought nutrient solution and individual rations to their boss.

The Lightling girl said as she examined Taylor's body, "That Iron Warrior ran away. And, boss, you're so awesome!"

Taylor replied, "I just feel a buzzing in my head and very tired. The adrenaline saved my life again, but it made me very tired."

"Any more coffee? We need to get back to the remaining World Eaters!"

He suppressed his fatigue and prepared to continue planning the war.

But the girl from Leitlin said, "Give me a break!"

Now, the witch also emphasized. "I have to agree with her, my hero..."

She sat down and said to Taylor, "You killed a champion. It was a mess, but you did win."

At this moment, she lowered her head and whispered, "Fabius's fleet is coming. Let's rest for a while, my king..."

After saying that, she took the initiative to use her psychic power on Taylor. After feeling drowsy for a while, Taylor fell asleep completely due to exhaustion.

This was also the most peaceful sleep he had ever had since the Chaos Invasion.

(End of this chapter)