Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 59: Tomb World, Part 4
Amid the whistling of scepters and chainswords, and the roar of bombs and lasers, everything seemed to slow down.

War resurfaces in the ancient catacombs.

Taylor used the sharp Likart sword to fight a cunning Slaanesh succubus. Its pale skin, beautiful face, and goat-hoof-like limbs made people feel instinctively disgusted.

Taylor was terrified, but also angry. That damn cultist had used him and thrown him and his brothers into this damn trap.

His complex emotions turned into a battle cry that was quite impressive to most people, and even surprised the Slaanesh Daemon slightly.

The demon had not yet recovered from the roar until the Likart knife tore through his skin like butter.

The cultist woman smiled. "Nice fight! I'm growing fond of you. Join my master's arms, and you'll gain far more than you ever could have served the Emperor in the Imperium."

Taylor wiped the sweat from his forehead and cursed. "You pushed me into this state. Are you happy seeing me in such a state of disgrace?"

He looked at the long black blade warily, and an ominous feeling was almost overflowing.

God in heaven, Taylor had no doubt that this woman was playing with fire and getting burned. She wanted to be the devil's toy, but Taylor had no interest in that.

But she came over. Now she had inhuman long horns on her head, curly and strange, but her movements were as graceful and fast as those of the succubus.

Taylor didn't even dodge. You know, he can fight with Space Marines.

She pinched Taylor's chin with her fingers, lifted the man's face, and emphasized her words with extreme charm.

"The girls in your army or I can serve you together. You are worthy enough to be a spokesperson for Slaanesh in the mortal world. When the time comes, whether it is the Freeblade or other women you have met, the Lord will make them bow down at your feet."

Taylor gave a wry smile. "Sorry, I was born in the spring breeze and won't accept the temptation of the harsh winter."

"I have seen a better vision of the world than you promised, and I understand that your master will never fulfill that dream."

"I have pledged myself to the Lord of Mankind. If you had not fallen, we would probably have been friends."

The girl had an expression of heartbreak. It was hard to imagine such emotions appearing in a Slaanesh half-demon. Or was she now similar to a demon prince, or a demon princess?
But that emotion was fleeting, and she pressed her black sword against Taylor's neck. "Then I can only have your soul."

"I would grab it and treat it like my favorite toy."

Taylor insisted. "Don't even think about it."

The lady replied, "Why? Because you are my prisoner?"

Taylor gave a bitter smile. "Of course my brothers. It's a little corny, but they will save me."

The lady's pretty brows frowned, and her delicate face looked as if she saw something disgusting, because a bullet was flying towards her. She raised her hand and stopped the bullet in mid-air.

That was the shot from the girl from Lightlin. She cursed. "You cheated. Don't I have psychic powers?! Damn it!"

Roland replied. "That thing isn't something you can just get if you want it..."

He raised his weapon and fired at the psychic shield, sending a barrage of explosives raining down on it, while his other brothers tried their best to shield them from the demonic attacks.

"It's a bit annoying..." said the Slaanesh follower with disgust.

"They are part of me." Taylor raised the Catachan knife and stabbed at the woman in an instant. She quickly dodged and said approvingly.

"Your troops are truly excellent, not afraid of demons, and able to burst out fighting power in the face of such a situation."

"But we are still mortals..."

She suddenly raised her head and began to sing like a banshee in an old story.

The sound was stronger than any soprano, the violent noise was enough to pierce the eardrums of mortals, and even the Space Marines were stunned.

The sound made Taylor cover his ears and curse, and he also saw that his other brothers were made drowsy by it.

Psychic Scream!

He felt a little helpless, as he didn't have any untouchables or psychics of the same level. Watching several succubi slowly approaching, he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

Even though I couldn't defeat...

I didn't expect it to be so embarrassing.

Taylor wanted to close his eyes and wait for death.

But suddenly, a familiar voice came.

"No loud noises are allowed in Settra's tomb, banshee!"

The Overlord of the Dead now lifted up the Chaos Space Marine Dragan, who was covered in wounds, and the disgusting iron ball filled with pus was thrown directly at the witch.

After a sharp, short curse in High Gothic, the witch was thrown to the ground.

The weapon slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

But she can still use those powers! Secondly, the subspace rift is getting bigger and bigger. If it continues, the whole world will turn into a devil's cave!

Taylor had to be quick and get under the succubus's crotch, then use his Catachan knife to pierce the gem on the witch's sword.

"Damn it!" the witch cursed, and the gem began to leak purple mist. Soon, a gigantic, multi-limbed deity, a mixture of man and woman, human and beast, disgust and desire, slowly took shape within the purple mist.

He leaned against the bloodstained necromancer metal creation, as if the broken metal and blood-soaked ground were the softest bed.

A genuine high-level demon...

He spread out his arms holding many weapons, his terrible nose ring hit his pale cheek, and the veil covering his eyes made it impossible to see his emotions.

He is not in his complete form, and years of sealing have made him weak.

He faced Taylor and said in a voice that was indistinguishable between male and female. "Well done, my believer, you saved me."

Taylor was a little confused, oh, he recognized the wrong person, he probably had never seen the clothes of the Imperial Guard, he only knew that he had unlocked his seal, and he actually wanted to prevent this place from becoming a place full of demons, similar to Caliban.

Then he looked at the Necron Overlord angrily. "Settra!"

Settra said nonchalantly, "I guess I'll have to find a new medium. I quite like that gem."

"Don't even think about locking me up in that dark place!" the devil replied.

Dragan, who had just been beaten to death, relied on his father's blessing to barely get up and said to the demon, "My lord, our goal has been achieved. It's time to return to the Eye of Terror!"

The demon looked at Dragan. "Who are you? A disgusting creature. Your father is something I cannot fathom."

"I saw a golden light, wrapped in filth, a masterpiece!"

Dragan coughed weakly. "Don't insult me! I saved you!"

The demon smiled and said, "The one who saved me was that young man, a human with a pure soul and a bright future."

"And what are you and that filthy woman whose bones were crushed?"

He was a little dissatisfied.

He said to Taylor, "Come, follow me, I will give you the ultimate stimulation."

"Otherwise I will give you endless pain."

Although Taylor was afraid, he understood that the Emperor might be terrible, but he was much better than those four bastards.

He rejected the demon with a trembling voice, and immediately raised his weapon to forcibly take Taylor away, until a phase scepter almost broke his arm.

"What do you want to do to my guests?" The Undead Overlord Settra stood there like a wall.

The demon smiled. "Okay, I'll remember that, Settra."

Then he tore open space with his sharp weapon.

A strange purple portal and irregular cracks appeared in mid-air.

He held Dragan with one hand and the cultist girl with the other and left in full view of everyone.

Taylor said dissatisfiedly. "You just watched him leave? Setra!"

Settra replied. "You released him, and besides, my tomb is only half awake. I don't want to fight him again."

"Secondly, if I hadn't been here, he would have just eaten you for dinner."

Setra's obsession with food is still as strong as ever, but his metaphor is indeed fitting...

"All right."

He opened a green teleportation space and said in a tone of clear impatience, "It's time for you to return to the human world."

Taylor sighed. "At least I can go home. How come everyone can teleport but not me?"

He didn't understand how he was involved in this unfortunate event that had lasted from ancient times to the present day, but anyway, he was saved by Settra.

He was also certain that if the overlord had not been here, the demon would definitely have taken him away.

Taylor reluctantly drove Ferenstein into the portal. When he felt a sense of weightlessness, he felt something was wrong.

The next thing Taylor saw was that they were smashed right next to the Imperial Guard's headquarters in the city of Kalu.

At the same time they smashed two Sentinel mechas.

"Tyler! You plague!"

Amidst Tychus's curses, Taylor felt for the first time that the world was not so bad.

When he hugged the old political commissar and shouted, "Great! I love you, scold me more!"

Tychus immediately pushed him away and looked at him with an expression that was almost pitying...

Is this kid finally going crazy?
(End of this chapter)