Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 545 Goddess’ Blessing

The tall and thin man answered.

"Did you see it?"

Taylor replied. "No one else would do that except you, it just doesn't look good."

Typhon gave a wry smile, and a huge body emerged from the rotten and skinny body, just like a swollen insect completing its metamorphosis and turning into a large fly.

The curse of stench and corruption continued to spread, making people feel like retching.

Taylor had to cover his nose and said, "It really is a beautiful scent."

Typhon replied with a smile. "Your strength is insufficient to resist me. How can a weakling who has only entered this hell a few years ago, a goddess of a fallen race, resist me?"

He seemed quite proud, or even arrogant, but generally speaking his thoughts were not unreasonable or arrogant, but his master did have many abilities, so he behaved so arrogantly.

He has the capital and is sure that he can do it.

So he strode forward, his steps steady and fast, and the gaps in his dark green armor emitted thick bubbles of dark green engine oil, as if he were alive.

This strange heavy power armor, the weapon in his hand that looked like a corrupted iron sword, and the aura that was now unconcealed.

Let's put it this way, Typhon's attainments in psychic powers and other things are much more impressive than most people imagine.

He hid it very well, especially within the Death Guard Corps, which hated psychics. Few people knew that Typhon had such enormous psychic power.

It’s better to say that most people don’t realize that the commander of the Death Guard is actually the most powerful guy.

Of course, given that he was his father's favorite mortal, it was almost natural that he had privileges.

Typhon now has all his strength gathered, and it is also the first time in thousands of years that he has used his full strength.

The entire space began to bend under his power, becoming more like a father's garden than the dream of an Imperial loyalist.

His steps became faster and faster, and his strength became stronger and stronger. In comparison, Taylor's strength was like a spark, protecting Lilith and the Sister's fragile spirits.

However, the blazing flames that usually burn fiercely seemed insufficient at this moment, which was also related to the fact that Taylor was not in his original form here.

His power is not psychic energy, but the power of faith bound to the soul, and it is obviously not greater than the power released by Typhon's psychic energy.

But he is not afraid, because his means are not just so-called faith.

No matter how powerful Typhon is, he is still a human being and is far inferior to the real devil. Taylor now has a backup plan that is much more powerful than the so-called devil.

Of course he was not afraid of Mr. Typhon's methods, but it was difficult to explain to his new allies when those evil forces started to stir.

Taylor also knew that his power was poison to Chaos, and even if it was only that much range, it was enough to protect them.

He was no longer wary of Typhoon. It was more like he was lying on the ground waiting for Typhoon to give up.

His actions seemed so easy that the most pressing person turned out to be Ms. Lilith.

The supreme Eldar goddess said nervously, "Monkey, is this the help you're talking about?!"

"Your powers seem like the flickering flame of a candle, and yet you are so complacent and carried away by your success!"

She chattered incessantly, her words filled with dissatisfaction and helplessness, which made people feel annoyed.

She was extremely scared. She thought it must be difficult to survive by hiding from the gods. Now might be the closest she was to being exposed.

In contrast, the Empire had been fighting Chaos head-on, without a single moment of respite. Meanwhile, she and her people had been hiding in the Webway and Craftworlds to avoid their natural enemies. No matter how much they emphasized their greatness and antiquity, the rat-like existence had indeed taken its toll on them.

It is impossible to live on a stable planet, and it is impossible to ensure sufficient conditions for reproduction.

They are already endangered species on the verge of extinction.

Now she has no strength to resist the attacks of the great enemy of chaos. This attitude is well reflected in the body of the goddess Lilith, making her weak and timid.

Of course, in comparison, Taylor couldn't help yawning as he looked at the gradually expanding green smell of corruption and the pitiful appearance of being unable to get close due to his own power.

And Typhus didn't approach him in person, so Taylor was quite fearless.

After all, it’s impossible for the opponent to run over and chop him!

If it were just the psychic energy being emitted, it might be terrifying to ordinary people, but it would be worthless to Taylor.

As expected, his power was quickly hindered by Taylor's light, and Lilith also slowed down her attitude slightly.

However, Typhon's vicious methods had not stopped yet. A large amount of power began to gather, trying to break through Taylor's defense.

At this moment, Taylor also stood up, slightly mobilized the great magic power in his hand, and in a short and almost imperceptible manner, poured a lot of force into Typhon's attack line.

At that moment, the Space Marine's psychic body began to blur, then gradually dissipated, turning into a puff of green smoke.

Lilith's expression turned into fear, and then she asked.

"What have you done, mortal?"

Taylor simply responded. "You promised me, didn't you?"

Lilith reluctantly took off a strand of her long hair and tied it around Taylor's finger. The strand of hair quickly disappeared as if it had never appeared.

She said, "This is your destiny, your fate. It will be your turning point, the second chance that people dream of."

"I pledge my word to you, human, by the fallen gods of the Eldar."

"You'll thank me one day."

After saying that, the lady's body gradually disappeared, and Taylor looked at his right hand and woke up from the dream.

At the same time, he opened his eyes and saw the psychic lady who was sorting her clothes. He immediately checked whether his clothes were disheveled, and she said with a smirk.

"Next time you have such an errand, please tell me earlier."

Taylor replied bitterly. "I hope I will do that again."

He sighed and began to ask the soldiers to check on the nun.

She had completely forgotten everything in her dream and only admired Taylor and the Emperor even more.

Soon, vaccine production was put back on track, and the Chaos warships trapped near Skadi began to retreat.

Obviously he once again won an unknown and beautiful victory, and if he continues to rely on his current advantage to suppress the opponent.

Sealing the Eye of Chaos is probably just a matter of time...

(End of this chapter)