Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 312 The Lord of Humanity’s Appointment

Taylor was at the center of the battle line at the moment. He could feel the fighting among the Primarchs and realize the overwhelming power of the huge Primarchs.

Frankly speaking, he couldn't help but rush across the battle line when he saw Guilliman was at a disadvantage. After all, the Primarch's defeat would bring the Imperium to its doom...

Now, after his reckless behavior, Taylor realized what a foolish move he had made.

He stepped into the battlefield of God without any preparation. Even the mysterious girl did not enter this area. Only Franstan broke through here.

Well, he did the dumbest thing in a while...

Without enough power, he actually had to face a Primarch?
As Mortarion slowly picked up the scythe and looked at the bizarre-looking vehicle, Taylor felt his stomach churning...

The girl from Lightling asked. "Boss, what are your plans?"

Taylor replied. "Plan?"

"I thought I had it, but now I don't. Sister Silent and that mysterious girl haven't come here yet. I just got carried away and told Katie to charge."

"We just released the only sorcerer who could possibly hold the Primarch back, simply because she was afraid to see Guilliman..."

"Now, without Ferenstein leading the way, the remaining Salamander tanks, with their ridiculous armament, simply can't break through those Chaos Terminators known for their tenacity!"

Roland said seriously, "We also have Melta. The Primarch is made of flesh. Melta can kill demons, so why can't we defeat the Primarch?"

"I think he's only about that big, not even as big as the demon we saw before!"

"I think we can deal with it, at least buy some time for the Regent..."

Taylor cursed. "You've been with me for so long, you've seen it all, and yet you still don't understand what a Primarch is?!"

"They are more than just demons or monsters, nor are they simply the children of the Emperor."

"If mortals could kill the Primarch, we wouldn't have to go to such great lengths to expel Angron!"

"I have many ways to kill a Daemon, but a Fallen Primarch?"

Taylor shook his head helplessly, but as Mortarion approached, the rustling sound of his breathing and heavy gasps made Taylor more and more uneasy.

They were to face a son of the Emperor...

This thought flashed through Taylor's mind, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Angron would be a real problem if it weren't for a stupid plan running in front of Taylor, or if it weren't for his naturally exaggerated luck.

But now, even if the Emperor descended, he probably couldn't save Taylor's life...

At least, that's what he thought.

Now Taylor felt that when facing the Primarch, his heart was extremely bitter.

For the first time, he hated himself for knowing so much that he could even imagine how that stinky guy Mortarion would deal with him. That would be worse than death.

He could see the scythe slashing through Frenstein, slicing through its shell. He could imagine the poisonous gas filling the place, only he, because of the Emperor's grace and his waahhg stance, remained standing...

But that was the real pain, Mortarion would torture him like he had found a toy.

Taylor knew it all too well, and therefore felt uneasy and painful. His thoughts kept spinning, as if he could find a way out of it.

Mortarion was more disdainful than concerned about those mortals. He didn't want to care too much, but when he heard Guilliman's hoarse shout.

"Don't touch him..."

Mortarion seemed to realize something. "Old Thirteen, is this your friend?"

"The Primarch also makes friends with mortals?"

"You are still so foolish. Such a fleeting life is worthless, my brother."

"Now, I'll tell you the essence of this matter."

He gave a strange smile, as if he had found the best thing, and Guilliman now realized his recklessness.

Mortarion was now moving forward quickly, looking at Frenstein with interest, as if he wanted to know what secret was there.

"Rotten and pestilence, death and life, none understand those fears and fates better than you mortals." "I am thankful that my loving father has granted me this gift before I send my brother, the damned Guilliman, to his eternal rest."

His huge body was getting closer and closer, and his steps were heavy, hitting the semi-crystallized ground, making a sound of obsidian being crushed.

Click, click.

It was like the final countdown repeating in my ears.

At this moment, Roland kept shouting for an attack, and Lightlin was making a fuss, saying something unknown.

Taylor looked at the raised sickle, his mind blank.

To be precise, it's too white...

At this moment, he realized something was wrong, and when he reached out his hand, he found that everything had stopped.

Whether it is Guilliman, Mortarion, or those warriors, the Chaos Terminators who are fighting, and those wielding long weapons are the Imperial Guards.

Everything was paused now. Taylor could see the chattering girl Leitlin spitting everywhere, the boy Roland knocking over a few cans, and the rare uneasiness on Katie's face.

He muttered to himself. "Unlocked superpowers? Or dead?"

He looked at the stagnant space and shouted for the first time as if he had lost his mind.

"System, system..."

Until a white dress passed by Taylor's eyes, he didn't know when the mysterious girl had been looking at him quietly.

Taylor, whose face usually wouldn't blush even when caught by the political commissar, was embarrassed for the first time.

The girl's ethereal voice said, "Ancient soul, living in this world, your arrival was not my will, but your success brings me joy."

"Your pure soul is still willing to obey me, even though I don't know your name, even though I don't know your era. If you have heard of names like Alexander, Christ, Buddha, Arthur, etc..."

"Then you know my story."

Taylor said in surprise. "Emperor, I wasn't summoned by you?"

The young girl said, "It's both an accident and fate. It's not a web woven by the treacherous lord, but it's already woven into the thread. You are a variable, but also an inevitability."

"Let the flames burn upon you, drive away the plague, and punish the traitors."

"But only this once..."

"Mortal souls are supposed to wither, but you are different. You and I come from the same hometown, but your soul has not experienced enough years."

"I think you can do it twice."

"But it was only twice."

Taylor's mouth felt slightly dry at this point.

That girl, no.

The Emperor of Mankind simply smiled and said, "Go and fulfill your command, and I thank you for sparing me the need to burn a clean soul."

At this point, Taylor suddenly felt power emerging from his heart. He felt warm and hot, and finally the entire Frenstein was covered by that power!

A force invisible to the naked eye quickly enveloped the engine, as if it were blessed by a living saint, only this time it was more invigorating and powerful.

Taylor stood there, watching this so-called miracle.

At the same moment Mortarion's scythe fell.

The Primarch's sharp blade once tore through the Titan's body in an instant, but now that magical weapon is unable to split the scrap metal of Frenstein?

Now, there are many things he doesn't understand, but he is only clear about one thing.

He could taste that faint, sickening smell!

So, maybe his father came...

(End of this chapter)