Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 305: Dismantling a Titan to Wake Up the Appetite, Part 2
Lasers and artillery fire completely killed the demons' bodies, while their souls were killed by the anti-psychic field the moment they left their bodies.

This is the role of the Sisters of Silence. They are natural psychic nemesis and an anti-psychic black hole full of loyal faith.

The bodies of those demons are now extremely fragile and can be torn apart by just a few shots.

Only rotten flesh was left squirming on the ground, but it was ruthlessly crushed into mud by the tracks.

They were once part of the loving father, but now their blessings have been extracted and transformed into a wriggling mass of rotten protein.

Taylor wiped the smoking muzzle of his bolter and said to the nun, "Very impressive. No wonder the Emperor allowed you to help the Custodians."

The nun looked at the battle line and generously praised Taylor's tactics and the level of the soldiers in sign language.

Although he couldn't say he was fluent in sign language, Taylor still understood quite a bit, and he answered a little sheepishly.

"No, there's no way I could possibly compare to the warriors you once worked with. I'm just an ordinary Imperial Guard."

He took those sincere words as a joke from the lady, of course he didn't realize that the Sister of Silence didn't tell jokes.

Taylor just quickly asked Roland and the Imperial Guards to quickly destroy the Titan's feet with melta bombs.

At this moment, the knight mechas responsible for flank security also ended the one-sided massacre.

Dozens of huge Unclean Ones were blown to pieces by the heavy artillery carried by the Knight Mechs, or cut by blades. It was obvious that even the Chaos Demons with strong vitality were dead.

Taylor asked, holding his nose. "Guilliman, this stinks..."

A slightly breathless voice replied. "I still don't think they're enough!"

Taylor radioed in. "Ready to detonate, we're evacuating the area."

"The knights have poor mobility, so you go first."

Elena replied over the radio. "It seems my Baron's blade hasn't dulled."

"Are you interested in joining me at the celebration party?"

Taylor replied with a wry smile. "Let's wait until we survive. One Titan can't determine how this damn hell will develop."

At this point, he remembered that he had to fight so hard to destroy one divine machine, but now there were at least 150 such monsters in this place!

Looking at the endless burning land, Taylor felt suffocated and painful. When Taylor quickly began to prepare to install the hot melt, the knight mechas gradually left the area.

As it gradually became quiet here, Taylor could see that the huge Titan was struggling in pain, and its driver wanted to use friction and rubbing to damage the tanks or ruins on the battlefield.

However, the highly sticky hot melt bombs were the best items carefully selected by Taylor from the arsenal, and it was obvious that the quartermaster did not cut corners.

After the giant metal creature jumped down, the entire battlefield was filled with an atmosphere of black humor.

As the laughter of several soldiers came over the radio, Taylor pressed the device controller for detonation.

It was as if the Emperor himself had come down to proclaim the death of this traitorous engine, once a divine machine of honour, now a demonic hotbed of corruption.

As the molten metal emitted a bright light and a sizzling sound as the air burned, the huge engine with a history of ten thousand years slowly knelt on the ground.

A body tens of meters tall is completely unable to resist gravity. After its feet are destroyed, the huge body is pulled down by gravity.

A huge cloud of dust flew up from where the aircraft had landed, as if a bomb had exploded underground.

The battle line stretched across 10 kilometers, and all the soldiers who could witness the death broke out in cheers.

As inspiring and frightening as the battles between Titans were, Taylor's initiative to dismantle a Titan was of a completely different nature.

Taylor watched the huge monster fall down, and many thoughts came to his mind.

He quickly ordered his troops to approach the destroyed Titan, whose huge metal engine was now deformed by the impact caused by gravity.

But the thickness of its armor still exists, in other words.

This was a completely usable fortress wall. Thinking of this, Taylor prepared to pull out the Sister of Silence. Her power could purify the remaining Chaos forces above, while the Imperial Guard could gain an advantageous defensive terrain.

After all, Taylor is not good at attacking.

"Get the tarpaulins and sandbags and reinforce this place!"

Taylor said without hesitation. "This is the bathroom, and there can be a restaurant over there. They also need to be deodorized and dustproofed, and can be poured with concrete."

"Where is the Engineering Corps?! Don't waste time, hurry up!"

At this moment, Ms. Elena on the knight mecha said in disbelief.

"What's going on?" Her voice was full of electronic sound, because her spine was still connected to her body, and the Iron Throne was both her throne and her cage.

Now she is free only on the battlefield.

But even so, it was the first time that Elena saw Taylor look so happy.

Roland was just reviewing the documents in his hands as a matter of course, while preparing for the engineering team to collect enough supplies.

He replied. "Oh, we haven't chatted much, Master Freeblade."

"That made me think you knew everything about the boss."

"It seems that you and him have been separated for too long..."

Freeblade replied. "What do you mean?"

The crimson knight mecha moved slightly, and the mechanized metal sound became a little faster.

Then Roland said, "The boss doesn't like war. He's different from most people in the Empire."

Roland thought for a long time, then stammered, "I can't explain the details."

“But I think that’s what real human beings are like.”

"If one day we can escape from the flames of war..."

"Why don't you take a look at the black soil beneath your feet?"

Freeblade said with a smile. "You're like a poet, a warrior. I've seen you shoot at demons, but I didn't expect you to have so much substance."

Roland replied. "It's like this when you're with the boss for a long time. You have to think about why that man is so special..."

He smiled. "Aren't you? Attracted to that feeling, ma'am?"

Freeblade didn't answer because Taylor interrupted the conversation and ordered, "Roland, go secure the area and take a few reconnaissance tanks with you."

"Sister Elena, I want to ask the knights to tell everyone about the defensive camp they've built here. I imagine there are many wounded and sick people here."

"After all, this is Chaos' territory."

Freeblade asked. "Is this a hospital?"

Taylor said. "Whatever you think it is, but I just think we need a hospital here."

"Look! If those warriors tortured by the virus get up again, they will be even more angry..."

"This time I'll make those plague bringers pay!"

He thought quietly.

"Get them out of Macragge. I don't want the Primarch to promise me that my estate won't grow grapes..."

(End of this chapter)