Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 486 I am Kaldor Ddraig! The Grand Master of the Grey Knights is here!

A burst of engine sounds rang out on the battlefield, like the song of an ancient internal combustion engine in the 40th millennium of human civilization.

The veterans of the Imperial Guard raised their heads first, especially those who had participated in many wars against the Skadi, and even those who had served since the Plague War.

They were very familiar with the drum beats, which came from an old machine that was already a bit old, banging and roaring non-stop.

But no one dislikes it, ever.

Its existence is almost equivalent to victory. People who hate it call it a stitched monster. Most of these guys come from the extreme loyalists or chaos believers.

The funny thing is, aside from their different beliefs, the two groups always look alike.

Sometimes the comments made by people like Fabius are always objective and accurate, regardless of their position or whether they are hurtful.

But the only difference between the believers of the Lord of Mankind and the believers of the Chaos Gods is that their ultimate beneficiaries are humans or demons.

The Emperor's followers would go through fire and water for the human race, and those Chaos Fangs would even sacrifice their lives for the existence of demons.

Cowardly people always worship that kind of thing extremely.

But the truly strong ones, such as the brothers holding guns on the battlefield, prefer another kind of music.

They didn't call Frenstein a Stitched Monster, they called it a Metal Angel, and like the Emperor's Angel of Death, this behemoth was also the Emperor's apostle.

It came from the hands of a saint and was his only mount, even if many people would deny it.

Especially the denial of those extreme believers, but for the Imperial State Church and many people who are struggling on the front line.

The sound of Frenstein's engine is like the best music in the world.

It represents hope and victory, and is the voice that soldiers want to hear most.

At the same time, for the greenskins, that is, those aliens who worship and are crazy about Taylor, this engine sound can only be described in one word.

Too damn
waaaaaagh!
At this moment, huge green tanks and the Imperial Guard's Salamander tanks began to gather together consciously.

They considered themselves to be Frenstein's guards, just as they had sworn to serve Taylor and the Empire.

Countless huge war vehicles gathered together, knocking away a large number of demons. Artillery fire and sharp knives quickly tore a line through the road filled with demons.

Countless powerful demons were torn apart by vehicles equipped with heavy weapons. They were not immortal, and it was obvious that as long as the head and body were separated, even the demons would die.

Those exaggerated heavy weapons, meltas, chainsaws, everything you can think of is on those things.

Bombs, plasma, bazookas...

Of course, even so, this team cannot last long. They can resist many problems in the physical world, and psychic attacks can also be resisted by Taylor's power.

But the real problem is always that mortals can hardly shake the body of the devil.

Now those vicious demons began to chant spells. The spells of the Tzeentch demons were terrible, enough to penetrate those solid armors. At the same time, the hell engine of the Lord Khorne began to roar.

They did not intend to let this convoy get close to the big demon, even if they did not have the ability to break through those terrible things.

Soon in order to maintain the numbers of the Imperial Guard and Greenskins, they quickly began to withdraw from the combat range, allowing Franstein, who had been conserving ammunition and fuel, to appear before the Chaos Daemons.

The war machine sped forward, passing a Chaos Metal Hound that blocked its path, and then fired its melta-like charge, quickly striking the behemoth.

The monster let out a terrifying, sharp sound, and the metal on its body began to melt, revealing the bright red, disturbing flesh within.

At the same time, Taylor climbed out of the car roof and used a chainsaw sword to cut through the demons that were about to board Frenstein. They were almost killing Buddhas and demons, like a very skilled war machine, with no intention of stopping.

However, no matter how fast they were, how powerful their firepower was, or how thick their armor was, they could not break through the increasingly dense demon defense line.

Soon, Franstein had to face a steady stream of demons, and it began to have difficulty moving. It was obvious that a heavy tank was not suitable for a breakout operation.

Of course, the Dark Angels' Ravenwing are also supporting here. Those Assault Marines soaring in the sky are among the few experts who can help Taylor solve his problems.

At least when dealing with those annoying Tzeentch minions who constantly launch psychic missiles, the Space Marines' experienced and decisive methods are always refreshing.

But at this point, Taylor actually didn't have much confidence. His tank had already broken through to a position very close to the deepest point, and the body of Frenstein's tank was covered with blood and debris, whether it was from his own family or the enemy.

But demons also continue to appear. They climb over the mountains and cross the mountains, tirelessly fulfilling the duties given to them by the gods. It is better to say that they were born for this.

Each of these Daemons is a Chaos God themselves; they are fragments of the Lord God and part of him.

It can be seen that the Chaos Gods are so huge and powerful that it is difficult to destroy those things no matter how hard they chop.

What's more, Valhalla is now almost a demon cave. Taylor can't think of anything that can kill those arrogant demons who are commanding from a distance.

He actually wanted to give up. Maybe there really wasn't a miracle this time. Maybe his good luck had run out. Maybe the Emperor really couldn't see the situation here clearly.

Thinking of this, the Kraken Fang in his hand suddenly began to glow, as if it had sensed something.

At the same time, the Deathwing Assault Guards led by Dark Angel Grandmaster Azrael have begun to approach and are ready to support Taylor.

Those Space Marines quickly tore through the demons' encirclement and approached here fearlessly. For the first time among countless crazy monsters, they clearly solved those monsters with human power.

This is the Space Marine, but even Azrael can't make the final decision.

They are like nails driven into steel. The deeper they go, the weaker and more fragile they become, and they will soon face the dilemma of being defeated by the surrounding environment.

Although people are not desperate because of this, they cannot help but feel fear.

Until a silver star streaked across the ground, or to be more precise, it flew from the bottom up, which was very strange.

At this moment, people couldn't help but exclaim, because the silver star was not a wonder of nature, but a human being.

He rushed towards the Tzeentch demon in silver armor. In an instant, the sword of the goddess of vengeance became huge and disappeared into the psychic shield.

The demon's full-strength psychic shield was no match for the silver-armored warrior's attack.

At this moment, people heard the devil's screams and the miserable voice of the giant birdman for the first time.

When the silver warrior stopped, he just held up his sword and looked at the other demons like a judge.

The towering monsters also shouted his name in fear.

It was a shrill and angry voice, but he could do nothing about it.

Those ancient, twisted notes and bytes formed a sentence, a curse for the warrior.

"Kaldor Ddraig!"

The old man answered with a smile.

"Here comes Kaldor Ddraig, the Grand Master of the Grey Knights!"

(End of this chapter)