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Chapter 484: Brother Zha, the Grey Knights Grand Master Returns

The gods' lackeys were all mixed together, and Taylor was also having a headache at the moment.

Fire at the Nurgle Beast and a birdman will pick him up and take him right out of range.

If you attack the birdmen, the vampires will grin and use the armored chariots forged by Khorne to resist the damage for those guys.

At the same time, the four great demons also worked together. The psychic shield of the Great Demon of Tzeentch could effectively protect the fragile Great Demon of Slaanesh from having his head blown off by a cannon.

The bulky Nurgle Daemon does not need to fear the Colossus-level bombardment, after all, such exaggerated things can also be easily turned by psychic energy.

Secondly, Valhalla, which has been run by demons for many years, has long become a devil's den.

Now a large amount of subspace psychic energy is entrenched here. Even with Taylor to weaken their magic power, these guys are now more powerful than each other.

Let's put it this way, the size of the Great Demon is proportional to the concentration of psychic energy in the Warp, and the level of chaos in Valhalla where they are now has even exceeded that of the Warp.

That's why those guys had to let Taylor down.

Now Taylor really wanted to point his finger at them and curse them.

He wished those guys would come down and fight him one on one, just like always, those guys with broken heads, full of honor or faith.

But this time they understood Taylor thoroughly, especially after he thwarted the gods' plans time and time again, those guys no longer dared to be arrogant.

Either Taylor dies today, or they are finished!

It was rare for the Demon Lords to have a common mindset. The last time they did was probably before the Horus Heresy or the Iron Man Rebellion.

They are much smarter than people think. At least if someone really dares to challenge the gods' hegemony in the galaxy, they will be the first to stand up.

Guilliman is like that now, as is Taylor, and so is the Emperor, but Taylor's behavior is always so extreme and fierce.

This is inseparable from his short mortal life, but it is also related to his character and vision.

Of course, if those guys showed him an inch, Taylor would show them another inch, and he was always so petty.

But now facing the cooperation of the four great demons, Taylor is really overwhelmed, and as the demon army slowly approaches, Taylor has to think about whether he needs to go to the front line again.

He was a little reluctant. After all, the entire army relied on his strength. If he died, this mortal army would immediately lose its strength.

But he currently needs a strong man, a big guy who can break through the Chaos Alliance.

Or maybe the Bone Crusher is coming.

Either...

As Taylor was thinking this, the warp suddenly began to distort, and the Tzeentch demons continued to drain the psychic energy of the warp, causing warp rifts to appear.

Taylor had to anxiously arrange for the legal psychics to perform the ceremony...

Just before the ceremony started, a silver light flashed from the abnormal crack!

At this moment, in the void of the Chaos Realm, the Garden of Nurgle sprouted again after being burned, and thousands of diseases and poisons began to take root and sprout again.

Those toxins and diseases are now growing stronger and stronger under the loving care of the father.

It was the Father's grace that allowed those things to revive so quickly, and of course it also included the Emperor's deliberate leaving of a trace of their roots.

This is the Lord of Mankind's balancing act, and it is considered to be giving his loving father some face. After all, they are in the same subspace, and they will meet each other every day.

Of course, if the day comes when a falling out is needed, the Emperor will turn this place into a sea of fire.

Of course, there was no concrete concept of time or space here. Currently, Kaldor Ddraig, commonly known as Drag or Diego, the Chief Mentor of the Grey Knights, was mindlessly slaughtering demons here.

To be precise, he had performed this kind of work countless times, but he did not feel numb at all, and even felt happier about it.

Every time the Sword of Vengeance is swung, every time the silver power sword strikes, the power of the Warp will become weaker.

Because of the characteristics of the subspace, even though Kaldor Ddraig felt like he had been here for hundreds or even thousands of years, his weapons and equipment had not lost any energy.

To be precise, there were some during the few fierce battles when he briefly returned to the real universe, but the losses would soon be replenished by his psychic energy, and then he would be thrown into endless wars and fights again.

It’s not that Diego can’t leave the subspace, to be more precise, Diego doesn’t want to leave.

Here is his destiny, the Emperor's mission, and countless demons. Perhaps he has had enough of those things, or perhaps he still enjoys it.

The blade has not yet bent, no matter how many demons he slew, and the armor has not yet rusted, no matter how many achievements he made.

He has a mouthful of aged fangs, the most rational thoughts in the galaxy, and wisdom and psychic powers that are like those of a god to mortals.

He can do almost anything except save himself.

Or maybe he doesn't need to save himself...

Now he swung his blade, and the demons in the Garden of Nurgle fell one after another, their powerful life force being much weaker than the burning psychic flames.

Some demons remembered Taylor's burning Emperor Flame, and the mere resemblance made them scream.

Diego, also known as Cardo Ddraig, was uncovering their wounds that had healed with great difficulty.

When the demons were beaten to the point where they couldn't fight back, Cardo Ddraig was still not satisfied. He used his psychic energy to shoot the gun far away, turning it into lightning, which was sharper than a bomb and faster than plasma.

In his right hand was a long sword of stance. The sword body was silver and slightly transparent, with complex inscriptions flashing on it. He moved his spiritual power, and the stance was wrapped, burning with blue flames.

But before Kaldor Ddraig could set the garden on fire again, the loving father couldn't help but reach out his hand.

Brother Zhaage is so powerful that even a loving father cannot kill him quickly. What's more, the emperor regards him as a treasure and has left him as the roots for his garden, so it is impossible for him to take action.

He could only use all his strength to throw this guy out of his garden, but no one knew the huge force of this blow, coupled with the turbulent waves of the subspace, when Kaldor Ddraig opened his eyes again.

He was already in a snowy field.

The smoke of gunfire and the shouts of mortals, the black Space Marines or the demons in front of them.

Diego raised the blade, psychic energy surrounded his body. He breathed in the cold air here, and his eyes, brightened by psychic energy, emitted a terrifying light.

He arrived like a god, so suddenly that it seemed as if something was wrong with the world.

Countless demons were annihilated by psychic energy before they could even reach him, and he spoke as such to the nearest mortals and dark angels.

"Then those great demons are mine."

He looked at the monster that towered like mountains, at the terrifying, godlike incarnation, and all he felt was the obligation to fulfill his duty...

And he is Kaldor Ddraig, the Grand Master of the Grey Knights.

Some people call him by older names, such as Diego.

But Taylor always has a respectful name for it, such as.

Cool guy!

(End of this chapter)