Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 302: Marinated by the Untouchables

Now countless meteors streaked across the sky, they were the Empire's battle engines and giants.

Under the Emperor's might, the Plague Shield began to slowly crumble, and so Guilliman unleashed a barrage of fire upon Parmenio.

102 divine machines, giant Titans.

23 armored groups.

Countless Primaris Space Marines.

More than 6000 soldiers of the Crusader Legion and 46 elite knight mechas.

Most of the human empire's fighting power is gathered here, countless pieces of steel forming a low, resonant melody.

When the giant steps of the divine machinery stepped on the rotten soil, the whole planet trembled.

Taylor had once dealt with a Titan, so he knew exactly what those 30-60 meter tall steel monsters were capable of...

“It’s suffocating.”

Taylor sat on the Ferranstein and muttered to himself as he followed the tank formation of the Imperial Guard. To be more precise, he was chosen as one of the several general mortal commanders, responsible for the dispatch of most infantry regiments.

Of course, he knew nothing about this, and the real commander was the Krieg girl.

She was a genius at this, and if Tyler had been in charge, he would probably have been in a mess and would have had to drink a lot of coffee or Tanner tea.

Thinking of this, Taylor felt that he was quite useless. He had so many titles in name, but all he actually did was smile and wave to the soldiers.

But even so, most people still pay for it.

He thought to himself that he was not handsome either?
He thought it was a little ridiculous, but he also tried his best to deal with things within his ability.

Now the Sisters of Silence ride in a car crewed by Untouchables, charged with watching over the girl in accordance with the Primarch's wishes.

She was more of a jailer than a guardian, a blade planted by the Primarch to slit the girl's throat before she could lose control.

Guilliman's move seemed quite inhumane, but it was also a foolproof preparation. After all, if she was really a psychic, a Sister of Silence would definitely be a professional match for her.

Thinking of this, Taylor's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a red knight mecha that suddenly approached. It quickly passed by the outside of Frenstein and, regardless of military laws, swept its arm cannon over Taylor's head.

After dodging subconsciously, he looked at the mecha angrily until he saw the familiar red Free Blade symbol.

"What an unfriendly conversation..." Taylor muttered.

He knew who it was. His love life had always been like this, a tangled mess that was hard to sort out.

He sighed and ignored the nasty prank.

He scolded the soldiers who were cursing or ready to stand up for the so-called heroes, while quickly spreading out the tactical map and discussing the current situation inside Frenstein.

"Roland, Chaos is now on the defensive in the face of the attack. The Regent has sent an army that outnumbers the enemy."

"It's clear this victory must be something from the Imperial Guard."

"One Primarch, hundreds of Titans, countless heavy artillery and Space Marines, elite Macragge Guards or Cadian soldiers."

"I can't imagine why Chaos hasn't retreated yet. Our presence allows the Empire to use the fortress as a foothold and advance with overwhelming force."

"The chaos pollution is also gradually dissipating under the light of the Astronomican, although this world has suffered irreversible damage..."

Taylor gave a rough analysis of the situation, speaking accurately and concisely.

Roland replied. "It could be a conspiracy, or a trap," the cultist girl said. "The Chaos Demon is still in this world, obviously not because of the so-called rift."

"The real universe and the subspace have a strong mutual repulsion effect. We need to understand this."

"Something serves as an anchor, maintaining the existence of those monsters here."

Taylor said unsurprisingly. "Seven Divine Plague Siege Vehicles. No wonder they're called Siege Vehicles. They're like ladders carrying soldiers, helping the forces of Chaos remain in the real universe."

At this point, Taylor suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, sister, why haven't you been close to me recently?"

He was asking about the cultist in Imperial Guard uniform, who had been playing the role of a female warrior to perfection lately, always talking about so-called loyalty and faith.

But the more pious she acted, the stronger her desire to blaspheme became.

But during this period of time, she stopped her long-term exhortations to Tyler, such as her words that she hoped he would fall into the arms of Slaanesh without hesitation.

She said with disgust, "You reek of a soulless person."

"You've been hanging out with those dumb black holes for too long. It's disgusting!"

Taylor said, "I didn't expect making friends would have such an effect. I need to talk to her more often."

Although the lady described it as pickled, for most ordinary people in the empire, Taylor had no so-called taste.

But for psychics, it's completely different.

Taylor was abnormally close to the lady at this moment, but the cult girl ran away in disgust, and the two of them laughed and played around for several rounds.

Finally, as the psychic girl screamed in exhaustion, she experienced for the first time what Taylor usually felt like.

However, this fun did not last long, as the interception team assigned by the Plague Lord Kugath flew to the vicinity of the Imperial Infantry with plague flies.

They naturally wanted to drop the virus, but Taylor immediately asked the anti-aircraft guns to vent the firepower.

But when the air force approached, several carefully selected Nurgling decapitation troops from Blessing had already reached Taylor.

They were blessed with the ability to spread as unnoticed as a droplet-borne disease.

The price is that the diseases they carry are not lethal, but instead have a powerful infectious ability that can penetrate all so-called armor, even the armor of Space Marines.

They can quickly paralyze a person's physical performance. In other words, they are here for Taylor.

Their goal was to behead most of the Empire's commanders, especially the mortal heroes.

But this time they overlooked many things as they climbed onto Franstein with their tiny bodies, the size of puppies, and prepared to spread the plague carefully prepared by their loving father.

However, Taylor ignored their physical gift of stealth because he was infected with the characteristics of the Untouchables.

As Taylor held up his chainsaw sword and observed the surrounding situation, he quickly felt something behind him.

When the plague demons stared at him, he screamed subconsciously.

The soldiers became even more excited by the war cry, the noise of the Hydra tanks became even louder, and the Nurglings were frightened and cried, with tears as big as beans falling down.

However, they did not forget their responsibilities and tried their best to spit out the plague. However, Taylor is now considered half untouchable, so the effect caused by those toxins is equivalent to Taylor being attacked by pepper.

As Taylor sneezed in pain, he angrily killed the fat green demons with his chainsaw sword, and finally rubbed his nose and said, confused about the situation.

"Those Chaos are really dead..."

(End of this chapter)