Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 285: First Enemy

The plague zombies were now being knocked into the air by a huge metal engine, and the promethium burners were burning the fat on the bodies of the unclean.

Many demons pulled out their rotten intestines from their abdomens and threw them at Frenstein, but facing the vehicle blessed by the Waagh's stance and the Imperials' faith, the juices that could corrode the armor were useless.

Some of the largest demons, such as Nurgle beasts or Daemon Engines, will be controlled by the intense psionic energy and then smashed in half.

The chariot crashed into the large number of enemies outside the trench with overwhelming force, cutting many demons in half or roasting them into rotten meat.

At the same time, dozens of Sentinel mechas carrying fragmentation missiles quickly advanced beside Franstan, providing fire support to the front line from time to time.

Seeing such a scene, the soldiers couldn't help but cheer "Long live the emperor", and in a short period of time, Taylor's attack did effectively hinder the advance of the plague monsters.

The girl from Lightling complained in the car, "I don't know how to wash a car."

Taylor looked at the battlefield and said solemnly, "I don't know who should be blamed for this. I think those guys covered our car in three layers of rotten flesh."

"But we did buy the brothers a lot of time."

He looked at the armor holes on the outside where nothing could be seen clearly, and had to admit that close combat with the Nurgle demon was not a good idea.

For the first time, he felt like he might not be able to eat.

The gift from the Lord of Plague made him miserable.

At this moment, Frenstein killed another Nurgle beast. The stench and decay were overwhelming, and they sprayed onto his face through the gaps in the armor, making Taylor feel nauseous for a long time.

He wiped the rotten flesh off his face armor with disgust, then put it in a bag and threw it out, and then talked about it.

"Where are we now?"

Ms. Katie answered. "The passage in front of the camp."

Taylor said. "I remember there were a few concrete bunkers here. What's the situation now?"

Katie was silent for a moment, then said, "There's no movement, and there doesn't appear to be much damage outside, which means the soldier may have died of disease."

Taylor said, "By the Emperor, let's stop there and assess the situation. Ferenstein is in no condition to achieve our strategic objectives."

"Restarting the concrete fortress will also help on the battle front."

Having said that, Frenstein had already started walking towards the concrete fortress. Those were several typical World War II style fortresses, made up of barbed wire and heavy machine guns. A lot of incendiary bombs were also prepared to deal with the demons.

When Franstein stopped behind the fortress, several sentry mechas acting as guards quickly occupied the firing position while ensuring that the soldiers could cover the area.

Taylor walked into the fortress, opened the dilapidated iron gate, and saw the rotting and dying warriors on the ground.

A faint stench hung over the place, making one feel listless, like a mixture of excrement and decay.

Taylor's soldiers, wearing masks, quickly walked in and began to pour disinfectant and burn the holy incense used by Anglican priests.

The warriors began to take control of the place and soon saw several corpse-like things lying on the edge of the fortress.

They were wearing military uniforms, but their faces were wrinkled like old men, blood and excrement were all around them, and they leaned against the wall, not saying a word.

When they saw Taylor, they subconsciously raised their hands to salute, but Taylor immediately stopped them from making any big movements and shouted.

"Medic!"

It was the only thing he could do, nothing more.

Taylor watched his brothers being carried away, then ordered someone to start operating the machine guns. The fortress spit out flames for the first time in a long time, while suppressing the enemy.

At this moment, the battle line was once again taken back. Although it was only a distance of a hundred meters, it cost countless loyal lives. At some point, the greasy and toxic rain stopped, and under the Emperor's blessing, the patients gradually returned to the front and resumed the battle.

However, in the distance a huge Unclean One suddenly began to move forward with many demons, and was discovered almost immediately, and the monster was very strange.

His feet were like giant duck webbed feet, providing enough tension for his massive body to move forward, preventing it from sinking into the wet rainforest soil and becoming unable to move.

A ten-meter-tall monster pushed away a large number of trees and deliberately used them as bridges to support its body and move forward.

The cultist girl said, "That must be the creation of the Crucible."

"A Chaos Demon built for this environment!"

Taylor watched as the Catachans began firing at the demon, but the storm howitzers only tickled him, and the Imperial soldiers' sting mines failed to kill him.

The broken flesh and blood were nothing to him. It was obvious that this was a terrible weapon of war. In other words, if he could be captured, the matter would be over.

Taylor's little bad brain started working again, and soon he said, "Retreat."

The news stunned people, but the soldiers were willing to believe his orders.

The previous battles had taught the forest residents to trust this warrior unconditionally.

After a period of preparation, a large number of soldiers withdrew from the vicinity of the fortress, leaving only the concrete fortress half buried in the soil.

Of course, the machine gun was still firing inside, and Taylor used something to hold the trigger and then set the machine gun in a meaningless position.

All of this was to confuse the enemy as the great demons staggered closer, ready to capture the concrete fortress.

A sudden explosion occurred in front of them.

The fortress was like an exploding pressure cooker, the shattered concrete blocks became sharp iron sheets, and the broken fragments pierced the demon's body.

The Great Unclean One was beaten to pieces, and at the same time, a large amount of promethium turned the entire front into a sea of fire. The high temperature constantly burned the demon's huge and swollen body, emitting an unbearable stench.

Taylor was about to order the Imperial Guard to fire, but at this moment he received a report that they had run out of gunpowder and bombs.

The projectiles are basically clean, and only the generator provides a small amount of electricity as ammunition for the laser gun.

How ridiculous is this? They stood on the eve of victory, but the sword broke.

Of course, you can't kill without weapons, Taylor had to say at this moment. "Retreat..."

Many sacrifices have now lost their effect, as if knowing what had happened. Now the bright sky is covered by gray clouds, as if the will of the planet is also crying because of the invasion of chaos.

However, Taylor almost forgot that they were not the only ones here.

Then a deep, high-pitched war cry was shouted. "Death from the sky!"

One by one, red and white Space Marines wearing jet packs dropped from the sky and walked out of the forest, with the roar of bombs and the sound of chainsaw swords.

Doomsday Eagle!

Space Marines!

At this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar signal sounded on Taylor's radio. It came from the captain of the Doomsday Eagle company, the proud and reliable giant.

Now, he said approvingly, "You have done well, my mortal brother."

(End of this chapter)