Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 356 Father's Garden
To be honest, Taylor admires those Nurgle demons.

At least compared to the demons he had seen before, such as Tzeentch and Slaanesh demons, their personalities were as tough as their bodies.

Of course, there is also a considerable degree of family or brotherly affection involved.

Those emotions kept the demons from fleeing. Ironically, those beings who despised the existence of humans were now being kept at their posts by the emotions of intelligent creatures.

Rather than the desire or power they advertise.

After all, those things are vulnerable in front of real guns and bullets, sharp blades and hot melt.

When the artillery regiment finished its salvo, Taylor put away his telescope and wondered if that big butt was Kugax.

After all, he is quite face-blind to chaos demons, especially the big demon on the side of the loving father.

It was all a mass of rotten flesh, with a ruptured stomach and a roaring appearance.

After Roland confirmed it, he said, "That's indeed Ku'gath."

Taylor laughed. "There's something quite sexy about a legendary demon clutching his butt. Talk to the Catachan brothers who just fired their guns. Anyone who fires a shot at that guy will get five more Throne Coins."

"I'll pay for it, take it from my vault!"

Roland said in disbelief. "Boss, are you finally going crazy?"

Taylor knocked him on the head and cursed. "What the hell, that's Ku'gath. If I take his kill record to Guilliman, won't the Regent give me a lot of gold?"

Roland was choked by these words and was speechless. First of all, the Imperial Regent was sacred and inviolable. Secondly, killing the demon was actually for money?

Roland hesitated at first, then laughed helplessly.

It was probably this kind of thinking that allowed him to create so many miracles beyond expectations.

If you don't move forward out of fear, there's no such thing as victory...

He adjusted his thoughts and said firmly, "Boss, move forward!"

"The artillery is well prepared, and the warehouses are full of projectiles. We will take the chainswords and use Lemanus to clear the way."

"Even if there are many sacrifices, success will come in the end."

"Your Majesty the Emperor..."

He acted as if he was about to die, but Taylor looked at him with almost the same cold stare.

The emotions that Roland had been building up were suddenly extinguished, leaving only the roar of the petrified lizard's heavy artillery, which was as solidified as thunder exploding in the air.

"No, Boss, me? You?" Roland stammered.

Taylor replied. "What are you thinking about? Of course I want Ku'Gath's head, but I don't want to charge in."

"The demons are ready for any attack. It's clear that Chaos Daemons are stronger than our flesh and blood."

"I do want to destroy the Crucible, but times have changed. All we have to do now is to stop Ku'gath here and prevent him from delivering the Plague to Mortarion. In the battle of the Primarchs, Guilliman will surely win."

"This is a defining moment for human civilization. I won't allow any mistakes. Order the artillery fire to continue, even if it means flattening this mountaintop."

"We can try to get the Sisters of Silence to get closer and destroy the subspace protection there. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to destroy the terrain."

At this point, Taylor's words suddenly stopped because he smelled an indescribable stench.

He raised his head, and the huge anomaly in the sky also appeared in this world.

A bizarre and twisted garden appeared on the horizon, like a mirage, but it did exist.

Countless twisted and bizarre crops squirm and wriggle throughout the garden, grasses and trees clustering like a primeval forest, with green, fetid rivers flowing through them. At the front of the garden, at the entrance, a dark green archway composed of unknown plants stands before the people, floating in mid-air.

At the top of the arch, rotten black flowers were densely packed to form words, and ancient characters were written with several crooked and illegible words.

But Taylor knew without having to say the name that this was the Garden of Nurgle.

He said angrily. "Good father, save your son!"

There is no doubt that those big demons and monsters abandoned their own front lines and rushed towards the garden as if they had seen a life-saving straw.

They had had enough of the Emperor's madmen, the pain they suffered when they were shot with those painful projectiles.

Now they would rather return to the subspace and be scolded by their father than continue playing the crazy game of digging trenches with Taylor and others!

But Taylor has always been kind and couldn't bear to see those demons go home and get scolded, so he could only quickly dispatch several bombers of the Imperial Navy.

However, this time they brought not the mild incendiary bombs that the Imperial Guard usually used, but heavy bombs weighing 25,000 pounds!

Deadly bullets fell one after another, hit the ground, and then were fired. A huge rain of demon corpses began to fall everywhere, and the fragments that were brought into the sky by the mushroom cloud fell down in large pieces now.

Small ones are sucked into the atmosphere, leaving behind an unforgettable stinking rain in the northeastern part of the northern continental region.

But the Plague Cauldron was not blown up.

Kugath learned his lesson and did not act rashly. His hut was protected by warp magic, making it impervious to water, fire, swords and guns.

The demons who went to the garden were all good brothers who were willing to serve as bait for their masters. Only by paying enough could they ensure that the cunning fox of the Imperial Guard would take the bait...

Kugath endured the pain in his heart and watched his children being blown into the sky. When the mist and rain dissipated, he carried the cauldron on his back and limped towards his father's garden.

The Catachan scouts noticed something was wrong immediately, but Ku'gath was already preparing to leave. Even if a great demon looked extremely fat, its speed was actually comparable to that of a heavy tank.

He strode toward the crater and headed toward the garden in the shortest possible straight line, which was clearly the situation Taylor least wanted.

After all, he and his brothers had been chasing and blocking the enemy, and had worked so hard for so long, but this bastard Nurgle actually intervened directly?
Overturn the chessboard if you can’t beat them?

dream!

Kugath was now alone, so Taylor immediately ordered the Catachans to start following the demon, while he also activated Frenstein himself.

He shouted. "Sister of Silence! And Brother Cardia who dared to come with us, that demon is trying to escape! Can we bear it?"

"This is unworthy of the cannonballs funded by the Regent!"

"Start the engines! Even if we chase him into the garden, don't let Ku'Gath leave. Go support the demon Mortarion!"

Having said that, Ferenstein charged forward with several heavy vehicles. The sound of the engines made Kugath even more agitated. His huge body almost ran, charging towards his father's garden without caring about his face.

When he fell flat on his face due to his hasty advance, he had to use his large body to cushion the cauldron, so as to prevent the divine plague from spreading...

With that adorable look, if he wasn't a demon, he would definitely be a popular comedian!

He dived into his father's garden, and the trees and vines there suddenly came alive, grabbed Kugath and threw him to the other side.

Taylor and his soldiers barely squeezed onto the Subspace Express before the garden closed.

Taylor said without hesitation as he looked at the demon that had disappeared and the garden that was filled with chaos.

"Now that things have come to this, let's light the torch first..."

"It's always better to burn a path!"

(End of this chapter)