Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 48 Green Devil, Part 2
1 or 2, 3 and 4
Those numbers represent the beginning, the beating of the heart, the birth of all things.

5 to 6
That is exhaustion, the end of life, turning into corruption and disappearing into the world.

7!

It represents transcendence, a fatherly gift, and the loving kindness of the great Primarch, Mortarion.

7, only 7 is so unique.

It is a perfect number that represents completion and ending, as well as concept and process.

It gave me strength, even though he hadn't wanted it that way.

It always gave me more, even before my long transformation, which I vaguely remember now.

Now, it's just a habit, like so many other things.

The corrupted armor shuttled through the dense forest, the heads of green orks and Astra Militarum hanging on his body, and the ancient power armor model on his body could be traced back to the end of the Great Crusade.

His name is Dragan, and he's a Death Walker.

His name is Dragan, a Death Guard!

He aimed the explosives and shot with one sniper strike. At the same time, he was brewing poisonous mist in his corrupt body. Just one drop would kill all the living people at outpost number seven.

Suddenly, a cute Nurgling, a small green creature, climbed onto his shoulder, crawled out of his ripped abdomen, and said.

"Dragan!"

"My Lord, the lady demands you stop!"

Dragan aimed at the outpost, looking at a young officer inside who was holding a telescope, with a grenade aimed at his head, and then answered.

"why?"

The tiny monster said, "Hey, those Catachans are about to break through! We have to provide support!"

"Her calculations cannot be disturbed!"

Dragan cursed at this moment. "Damn witch, you actually ordered me!"

He squeezed the trigger, the explosive shell fired, the bullet flew, and he left without even looking at the target's death.

But the next moment, what was heard was not screams or death, but a curse.

"I rely on!"

Dragan turned around in surprise, only to see that the mortal had actually used a strange knife, which was right in front of him, to cut open the warhead of the explosive bomb.

It was possible that the bomb came from a mortal factory they had conquered, rather than the real Mechanicus world, and the warhead did not explode, allowing him to survive.

Dragan could have followed up with another shot, but he didn't.

Everything is fate. He shouldn't die, but that may not happen next time.

The green demon slowly crept into the dense forest and disappeared in the dark environment.

In the fortress, Taylor was almost scared to death as he looked at the bullets embedded in the wall and the thing aimed at the height of his head.

He looked around in panic. Although he saw the Space Marine leave, he couldn't imagine that he was almost killed.

To be precise, Taylor discovered the Space Marine even faster than the Space Marine discovered him.

When he subconsciously saw the black bolter pointed at him, he immediately raised his knife and used it to defend his head.

Then he crouched down under the cover, so he was sure that only his head would be shot.

The good news was that the Space Marine's strike was accurate, perfectly timed, and he used his hard Likard to cut through the attack.

The bad news is that he doesn't think he'll be so lucky again.

He was a little scared, but as a commander, what else could he do if he didn't conduct reconnaissance? In the end, he attributed everything to the fortress's defense.

This was the first time Taylor spoke so seriously and earnestly.

"Now, abandon all our previous, damned ways. Our opponent is an angel, a fallen angel who betrayed the Emperor!"

Lady Katie said in fear. "An Astartes!?"

This is another name for Space Marine. No, to be precise, Astartes is the real name of Space Marine, which means battle monk.

Within the Imperium, few people know of the existence of Chaos Space Marines except for truly battle-hardened veterans or high-ranking personnel. After all, in such a vast Imperium, the worlds actually invaded by Chaos Space Marines may only be one percent of its size.

Most people face corruption, betrayal, and a small number of aliens, and the planetary defense force can solve all of them.

Therefore, even among the Imperial Guard, most people were unaware of the existence of Chaos Space Marines, and as a result, a few short-sighted Planetary Defense Force members asked stupid questions.

"Why did the angels rebel?"

Taylor's only response was, "How would I know? Why don't you go out and ask him?"

Those unfortunate guys immediately stopped talking.

No one wants to taste what a bomb feels like, and not everyone has the weapons and equipment as good as Taylor's and luck to survive the Space Marines.

Those unlucky guys immediately became well-behaved because they didn't want to become targets of the Space Marines.

Soon, Taylor also began planning to strengthen the fort's defenses.

First of all, the defense here is fine, and the reason why they are beaten by Space Marines is because of their insufficient vision.

Although many plants and trees in the vicinity are regularly cleared, it is too time-consuming and labor-intensive to clear large trees and shrubs, resulting in a range of only a few hundred meters.

After all, the main purpose is to defend against orcs. Those creatures often stick out so much that a standing person can't hit them, so there's no need to leave too exaggerated a shooting range.

So after making sure there were no enemies nearby, Taylor first used Furlanstein to start clearing grass and cutting wood. After working all night, a large amount of brush was cleared.

As the field of vision expanded, Taylor stuck the grass and trees to the concrete fortress. After all, the previous gray-white war fortress was too conspicuous.

Taylor has never been a showy person.

The local climate is very sticky and humid, so even plants with broken roots can remain fresh for a long time. Secondly, there are plenty of materials for repairs and coverings nearby, everything you need.

After some work, the entire fortress now looks brand new, and from a distance it looks like a place with lush vegetation.

At the same time, in order to ensure authenticity, Taylor also transplanted many ferns near the fortress to create the appearance that the place had not been maintained for a long time.

When everything was completed, Taylor rested as usual at night, but soon he was awakened by a burst of gunfire.

He raised his head, picked up the telescope, and looked out from the defensive works full of bush shelters, only to see a large number of greenskins shooting at each other.

He asked. "What's going on?"

Machine Gunner Roland replied, "Boss, they didn't seem to notice us, so they thought this was an open space for a duel."

"It should be a normal tribal conflict."

Taylor sighed helplessly. "Why do my nights always get interrupted by things like this?"

"Don't worry about them. They will be mostly dead by the next day. Just remember to burn them in a fire later."

After saying that, Taylor yawned, lay down on his bed on the floor, and snored while dreaming of becoming an imperial aristocrat with no worries about food and clothing.

But no one knew that the Chaos Space Marines had already dealt with the Imperial Guard's raid and were preparing to launch a counterattack.

At the suggestion of Dragan, a Space Marine veteran who had fought since the Great Crusade, the Death Guard Space Marines set their sights on Outpost 7...

Just because this number is more auspicious.

　Demon: Mortarion, are you a little too superstitious?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)