Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 106 The Devil Attacks, Part 2
Fighting demons? This was something the 15th squad, no, the entire Skadi First Redemption Corps had no experience with but assumed would eventually happen.

The Inquisition prepared special supplies for them, including copper projectiles soaked in holy water and silver-inlaid sabers blessed by psychics.

It probably works, and it's expensive.

Obviously, the psychic prophet had a very accurate view of things, but he just didn't grasp the timing well. Now the enemy has completed his ritual and opened the gates of hell with witchcraft and blood.

Now in front of the trench, Taylor saw a large number of Nurgle's little messengers jumping and skipping with joy.

And the rotting zombies slowly crawled, into the fat green bodies of humanoids, the unclean ones.

Or the lumbering, four-meter-tall, green, mutant slug-like beasts of Nurgle.

Plague flies or Nurglings, some green-toned Space Marines, and Death Guard are commanding the demons to fight.

The entire trench was surrounded by poisonous gas and rotten soil. The dead soldiers had to be cremated after a period of time, otherwise their soulless bodies would turn into zombies and attack their former comrades.

Thus the battle lines were filled with soldiers in flames, coughing, poisoned, or sick.

Medical Sisters roam around here, relying on the carapace on their bodies to protect themselves and bring blessings to those poor people.

He took a breath of the strong smell of decay and realized deeply that he was quite unlucky.

He moved behind the lines, guarding the Sisters of Battle, watching as these armored ladies offered mercy and forgiveness through praise and song.

Thanks to the efforts of the Emperor's daughters, dying warriors were injected with stimulants by combat doctors and charged towards the enemy, dragging their broken arms or thighs.

In order to prevent his body from being enslaved, he tied several bombs around his waist.

His loyalty cannot be denied.

But neither the Skadi First Redemption Army nor the defense forces here have experience in fighting demons.

Most ordinary people face crushing mental pressure, tests of faith, and physical limits pushed to the limit amidst the stench and corruption.

Taylor now asked the Skadi brothers to prepare some food for the local soldiers that was stimulating and could overcome the rotten smell here.

If the soldiers can only eat the damn imperial emergency food under such circumstances, it will accelerate their collapse.

Then several precious incense sticks were lit, so that those blessed with holy oils could dispel the damned stench and corruption.

If food is not prepared in such an aroma, normal supplies will turn into a disgusting mass the moment they are heated.

This is also part of Chaos's bondage to mortals. Mortals must eat, and such means can completely cut off hot meals from the war.

But after the waterproof cloth covered up the brutal appearance of the battlefield and prevented the aroma from spreading, a simple cafeteria had begun to take shape.

This idea was something that the imperial commanders disliked, but now, on the high-pressure front where the soldiers were hungry, it showed capabilities beyond their expectations.

The delicious food was served with the help of Ferenstein's mobile battlefield cooking capabilities. Although it was just a simple stew, it was enough to warm people's hearts and provide strength.

There is a saying in the Empire.

It is said that if you give the Laitling people leather shoes, they can make them into delicious food.

Especially the one who had been around Taylor for so long.

Her makeshift stew was delicious, rich and slightly spicy, and the recipe and plans for a makeshift canteen were spread over the radio.

The feasts quickly relieved the soldiers' temporary stress and boosted their morale, although the battlefield was still cruel and crazy.

Not to mention the massive toxin-laden projectiles and the terrifying plague flies that never cease to fly.

Those smelly and poisonous things were everywhere, and Class 15 had to tell others again and again how to keep those precious incense in the most reliable place.

That is, the canteen and the ward.

Those operations quickly put the entire front into a more solid state.

The nun exclaimed. "If every commander paid as much attention to the soldiers' combat readiness as you do, perhaps this place wouldn't have become a hell in the first place," Taylor said shyly. "Those high-ranking officials who graduated from military academies and whose families are imperial nobles only care about whether they can win by following the rigid tactics in textbooks."

"They don't mind the cost. Even if they request an extra portion of food and ammunition, it will be enough to allow more soldiers to grow from recruits to veterans."

"But they still don't understand a simple and ridiculous theory, that is, their presence must give the soldiers a sense of security, rather than making them feel that they are isolated and helpless under the light of the Emperor."

Taylor looked at the soldiers who were receiving food and smiling. Most of them were elite PDFs (Planetary Defense Forces). Their miserable expressions were similar to the hard times he had experienced.

Maybe I should become a restaurant owner and name the restaurant Veteran Restaurant, Veteran BBQ or something like that?

Taylor's mind wandered.

But now, a few beans and meat in hot soup can make them feel alive.

In contrast, the masters above only know how to use the rotten flesh of the empire to fill their greedy desires as deep as the ravines.

They would not hand over their things to the soldiers. Obviously, it now seems that Taylor's behavior was accurate and bright, making the soldiers remember him firmly.

The soldier baron who fought alongside the nuns was like something out of those ridiculous Imperial novels, driving a strange Chimera tank, bringing hot food and the dawn of victory.

But those operations were very annoying to Chaos. The Great Unclean One's huge body could see the rising smoke and could also feel the nuns' prayers to the Emperor.

The filthy army composed of Nurgle beasts and unclean people moved forward quickly. When those things' swollen and twisted bodies stepped on the ground, they brought out a disgusting green slime and continued to rot on the spot.

Taylor picked up the telescope and saw those things approaching. He subconsciously underestimated the slow army composed of those fat brothers. At least in his eyes, those things were so slow and ridiculous.

Far inferior to bugs and space marines, and demons are no better than this.

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When the heavy mortars fell on them, a large number of Filth Ones were hit, but the next moment, those huge monsters just moved and continued to move forward.

Human guns and weapons are ridiculously ineffective against them, and killing someone is as easy as crushing an ant.

When encountering a huge Lemanus tank, 3-4 huge Nurgle beasts will climb onto the vehicle body and cover it with mucus, which will seep into the interior through the gaps in the armor.

After a while, Lemanus stalled and was covered in mucus. What happened to the driver inside... Taylor didn't dare to think about it.

He said hurriedly. "Activate Ferenstein. We need to enter combat mode."

When the nuns heard this, they also raised their weapons and equipment, and Taylor poked his head out of the trench in fear.

Those things look slow, but their movement speed is actually not bad, about the same as the full speed of infantry, but slower than armored vehicles.

The only problem now is how to get rid of them before they get close to him.

Then the soldiers began firing.

Taylor watched the results of the first volley with some uneasiness.

After countless plasmas, bombs and lasers, only a few giant monsters, those Nurgle beasts, green semi-solid slugs died from the shooting.

Others pressed forward more resolutely, as if they were celebrating the death of their compatriots.

They made a low, gurgling sound, like the sick, dying grunt of a drowned man in a swamp.

It's hard to say, Taylor heard a hint of...

lament?

For the first time, he wanted to use the term "loving family" to describe the demons and heretics, but when he thought about the fact that this was his father's army, it seemed reasonable.

He sniffed the rotting odor and said pessimistically, "I never thought we would die from that moving excrement."

"Emperor, your mercy is useless to me. I only hope to die under gunpowder and blades, not that thing..."

He said pessimistically. "Fuck those Chaos things! Fire!"

(End of this chapter)