Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 306 The Correct Use of Miracles

With the initial establishment of the camp, the huge Titan ruins have clearly become a solid defense for the empire.

Thick concrete supports the Titan's metal body, acting as a foundation to maintain the safety of the camp. The technology inherited from the Imperial Fists now seems quite useful.

The entire steel giant is reinforced with a large amount of concrete, and behind its body are the imperial soldiers who have suffered from the persecution of war.

Now, as the chief architect, Taylor must be satisfied with his creation, especially the reinforced sandbags under the waterproof cloth.

Taylor was well aware that the massive Titan body could withstand attacks of considerable size.

After all, he was the one who destroyed this machine. He knew very well that unless the opponent could use a hot melt weapon strong enough to melt the battleship to blast it at close range, the Titan would not collapse a second time.

And with the Skadi elite and the Sisters of Silence stationed there, this is almost impossible.

At the same time, the current operation of this camp is also very important.

This position is on the right side of the front line, very close to the war zone, and basically the highest priority wounded will be brought there.

The first people to judge the injuries are the medical sisters and combat doctors. If it is only a minor injury, they will be given stimulants.

If the wound is serious, the mechanical priests who study Titans here will personally install mechanical arms or prostheses for them.

Soldiers nearby can also come for supplies on the spot. The battlefield food prepared by the Lightlin girl is characterized by large quantity and rich taste, which allows soldiers to eat it even in a place covered with stench.

This is Taylor's trick for dealing with chaos. It's a recipe from the Leitlings. A 24-hour heated cauldron can sustain many soldiers for a while.

Even the cooks from the nearby troops would come every day to get the food prepared by the girl Lightlin to resist the persecution of the chaotic forces.

After all, those stench were tortures carefully crafted by the loving father, and the smell of warp energy could penetrate the heavy shell of the Space Marines.

Even if it was short-lived, being able to resist that kind of torture for a while was a joy for the warriors.

But what people talk about most are the Sisters of Silence and the miracles here.

Some warriors contaminated by the demonic plague should have died in agony, but the Sister of Silence's anti-psychic field could heal their wounds.

At the same time, their spiritual wounds can be healed by the cult girl, but the prerequisite is that she does not want to extract the souls of those poor people.

But what inspired people the most was the person who cursed the most viciously on the battlefield.

When a Primaris Space Marine Captain was struck in the heart by a Daemon and was in imminent danger, even the Legion's apothecaries were helpless.

An extra-commissioned son, an Ultramarines, offered to go to Taylor's camp.

When the red-helmeted Master Chief and dozens of Space Marines appeared beside the camp, the soldiers who were receiving treatment looked at the scene in disbelief.

The Emperor's angels cannot be hurt. They only have two states: death and spirited. But now one of the angels is dying.

His body was entangled with the ancient curse of the septic plague, and even the Chief Librarian could only suppress the spread of the poison because the barb of the great demon had sunk into one of his hearts.

When Sister Silent arrived, she judged without hesitation that she could not expel the plague, because it was not only a curse, but also a trace of the authority bestowed by the Father on the Great Demon.

The Great Demon's responsibility was to poison and kill, and he was destined to do so. The poison carried his fate, just like the Sisters of Silence could not cure Guilliman.

This isn't psychic power, it's God's curse...

Having said that, Taylor looked at the Space Marine whose skin was abnormally black and said to the Master Chief.

"It's not hopeless. I know a cure."

The Master Chief said. "That's why I came here, even though the Primarch doesn't like her."

Speaking of this, a girl in white was walking slowly towards them. She was neither hurried nor slow, and looked relaxed and at ease, but the Space Marine Captain who was supposed to be seriously injured and unconscious slowly raised his head.

The marks on his body began to fade, and as the girl approached, the poison gradually dissipated. As she smiled and lifted the warrior's cheek, she recounted his life story in a kind voice. Those Space Marines who had been judged hopeless slowly stood up, knelt on one knee, and addressed him as the Emperor.

The soldiers witnessed this miracle, as if the legendary story was happening again, and followed the Sister of Silence to lead the girl back to the camp. The place changed from dead silence to cheers and amazement.

Those stories will spread among the soldiers who recover here, and this event will inspire the warriors, because on this day, the most vicious curse of the gods was cruelly torn apart.

It was a miracle, proof that the Emperor was among them.

But Taylor just said it with a hint of doubt.

"Sergeant, you said..."

"Does the Emperor like this kind of plot?"

The red-helmeted Space Marine replied hastily. "Don't fabricate his deeds if you don't want to be targeted."

Taylor said, "This is my camp. No outsiders are here. Let's open the window and talk."

"Honestly, was this girl chosen without any selfish desires regarding the Emperor himself?"

He thought about the carnal sect books he had read some time ago. The pornographic stories about the Lord of Mankind in them were endless, and most of them had verifiable sources and evidence. No wonder so many people believed in Slaanesh.

The Master Chief simply refused to answer the question and quickly left the camp.

At the same time, Taylor looked at this place a little helplessly. Countless wounded were transported in and out, and he became the largest hub in the empire's blood vessels.

Thinking of this, he took a sip of the hot sparkling water with that stinky smell.

He looked at the determined eyes of the soldiers after they recovered, and the affirmation of those who witnessed the miracle, and he knew very well that he had done the right thing.

Next, as long as the war situation remains stable, the Empire can use its endless military forces and overwhelming advantages to drive out the chaotic forces here.

Rather, Taylor didn't understand why Ku'gath and Mortarion hadn't evacuated yet.

This world called Parmenio is no longer valuable...

Not right.

There is still value.

That was Roboute Guilliman himself.

But the Primarch sat in the main camp, and only by allowing Mortarion to lead another Primarch brother to attack together could Guilliman be captured.

and so……

Taylor suddenly remembered how Guilliman was stabbed and then fell into a coma for ten thousand years!

This guy loves to fight one-on-one!
Taylor immediately stood up and asked the Krieg girl, "How is the Primarch doing now? Is the Regent here?"

Before he could finish, the Krieger girl looked at the communicator and answered.

"The Primarch has just decided to storm into the enemy's heartland and capture the enemy leader alive."

She spoke without any emotion, it was a statement of trust in the Primarch.

But Taylor knew.

That kid Guilliman is both incompetent and playful!

(End of this chapter)