Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 354 Physical Exorcism, Part 2
The Emperor is above.

Taylor was now sitting in the passenger seat of Ferenstein's car, chattering non-stop.

"Oh, sister Katie, have you ever heard this?"

"The greater the ability, the more trouble you will cause."

“As the saying goes, too many skills are good, but too many things are annoying.”

"Why did I learn this sign language? Now that I think about it, it's really stupid."

"Now, as the commander-in-chief, I have to do the dirty work again. I thought I would never have to roll around in the mud and trenches in my life."

"Oh, Your Majesty, please open your eyes. How can I be worthy of such an important task?"

Katie said with a straight face, "Boss, I don't usually like to complain..."

"But you've been a bit annoying today."

Taylor said dejectedly. "Maybe. Maybe the battle with Kugath has left me a little uneasy. Anyway, nothing good has ever happened to me in this place."

Katie replied hastily. "No, no, I'm not disgusted, it's just... I'm driving!"

"We can find a normal place to talk slowly, instead of on the road in front of the battle line!"

Taylor muttered. "That was my inconsiderateness. Were the nuns following closely?"

He changed the subject and prepared to talk about business.

Katie glanced in the rearview mirror and said, "The distance between the cars is fine. The crew is following closely. They have a good sister who can drive."

Taylor said. "You sound a little envious."

Katie puffed her cheeks and replied, "Not having to talk to anyone is truly a gift from the Emperor."

"Boss, I envy you for being able to chat with anyone, even if the person in front of you is a Martian with more machinery than flesh."

Taylor grinned. "That doesn't sound like a compliment. Does that mean I'm just looking for trouble?"

Ms. Katie is silent now, leaving only a pretty profile, looking a little thin.

I think of her as someone who always does a lot, talks very little, and eats very little. She is never seen at dinner parties, but she is always reliable.

Thinking about it now, she was just like Ferenctan, solid, reliable and taciturn.

When Taylor connected her with the engine, he suddenly felt a strange sense of joy.

Mecha girl?

No, no, no, he is too close to that wizard girl. He needs to read less Slaanesh books, at least he must not let the Inquisition know his thoughts!

Thinking of this, Taylor realized that earning more military merits was the key to a better life in the future.

After all, he fights on the front line every day and deals with countless chaotic things.

Of course, the Inquisition was not completely ignorant of this, as he was a serving agent now, but what would the situation be like in a few years?
Taylor actually knew very well that if he wanted to give his boys a peaceful retirement, he had to find a way to overcome the opposition.

In other words, if there is no one to protect you and you take too big a step, then even the Sun Lord Macharius would suddenly "die accidentally" on a small planet, right?

A generation of imperial heroes did not die on the front line, but was betrayed by his own people. This alone is enough to prove that this place is rotten.

Fortunately, as long as Guilliman is still alive, they will have the most solid backing. Now all Taylor needs is to gain the Primarch's trust.

Frankly speaking, this is quite ugly, but it is also the most realistic factor.

Becoming a hero of the Empire is not important; being protected by the Primarch is Taylor's fighting goal.

"I'm such a cheapskate," Taylor said, and the Roland kid next to him replied.

"What are you talking to yourself, Boss?"

Taylor looked up and said, "Nothing."

"Have you reached the front?"

Roland said, "The Sisters of Silence have begun setting up a breakthrough line, and the Catachan warriors who came to support them are gradually surrounding the flanks."

"We have Chaos firmly under our control. Now that the Cadian artillery fire has died down, the Crucible is about 50 kilometers ahead, two hills ahead."

"If the Emperor Tarot's predictions are correct, and if our auspex hasn't been interfered with, then the Plague and Ku'Gath himself are out there," Taylor said pessimistically. "Fifty kilometers of mountain road is not easy to travel, and there are many demons and monsters along the way."

"Even if the artillery fire flattens the road, the demons will hide underground. Although it is fun to blow the minions of one of the Four Gods into ants."

"But we can't be careless!"

"Tell the brothers to replace the toxin filters and wear blessed incense. After lighting the blessed papyrus given by the priest, wear enough holy water and holy anointing."

“Fighting with a kindly father’s dog is always a test of the pack’s capacity.”

"The Emperor is above us, but now we have no choice but to do it too."

"The nuns are at the front. As gentlemen, we can't just watch those girls fight alone, right?"

Roland said uncertainly. "Boss, they can kill more people than we can."

Taylor replied. "Just asking if you're a girl?"

Roland pouted and said, "The Eldar also have more girls, right?"

Taylor smacked his head. "That thing is an alien, how can it be compared?"

"You guys usually keep talking about male chauvinism, but now you're acting like a coward. Don't let people look down on you, grown men!"

"rush!"

At this point, Taylor's mouth was dry and his heart was in turmoil.

This is Nurgle's last fortress and the key to the entire war. Whether it is the brewing of the divine plague or the existence of Ku'gath, it is of the utmost importance to mankind and the empire.

But in order to contain Mortarion, there are only mortals here now.

Even though the Sisters of Silence are untouchable, they are undoubtedly human beings...

Finally, Guilliman, true to his word, abandoned the Grand Astartes Doctrine and once again placed the helm of humanity's destiny in the hands of mortals.

Although Taylor fought easily and regardless of cost along the way, he had no supplies for the next fifty kilometers.

It can even be said that now it is all thanks to the emperor's blessing!
There was no artillery fire, no fighter planes, only flesh and blood and war engines forged from steel, piercing the demon's heart like a sharp blade...

Frenstein's engine roared loudly, stepping over the sticky rotten soil, leaving a trail of tracks.

The elite infantry of Skadi followed closely behind, and three or four Lemanus and Rogaldon tanks, responsible for fire cover, came from the flank with great momentum.

They walked through rugged mountains and crossed cannon holes, heading towards the source of the plague.

The Sister of Silence was now in the distance, fighting demons alongside the Catachan warriors.

Whether it was the fat and strong Unclean Ones or the acid-spitting Demon Engines, they kept falling under the Sisters' sharp blades and Catachan's hot melt.

However, the demons came with such force that even a chaos-buster like the Sister of Silence could not defeat them all.

The cauldron simmered, the Warp artifact made the difference between reality and illusion, and the degree to which those demons were affected by the power of the Untouchable was greatly reduced.

But since the anti-psychic stance is useless, let's choose a simpler and more brutal way of playing.

The tank's main gun roared, and several demons were turned into meat paste.

Lasers fired, explosive salvos rang out, and rotten flesh flew into the air.

Taylor now says with a smile, "A thousand worries and a thousand doubts, but the cannonballs are still the most effective."

“Brothers, don’t waste time, go up the mountain and smash the cauldron!”

"The Emperor is watching! If we destroy that pot, the Emperor will smile even when he goes to sleep at night!"

At this moment, Sister Silent couldn't help but make a gesture, which meant.

【Don't joke with the Emperor.】

Although what he said made sense, Taylor knew it very well.

If the Emperor saw them succeed, he would really laugh on the Golden Throne!

(End of this chapter)