Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 313 The Emperor's Might
At this moment, Mortarion's scythe hit the iron.

The metal that should have broken at the sound was now so strong that the Primarch's weapon made a clear crashing sound but remained intact!
The Emperor's light on the vehicle made the Imperial Guards and the Sisters of Silence feel as if they could sense his arrival.

They seemed to have returned to the battlefield ten thousand years ago, on Terra ten thousand years ago, when the Emperor once walked the earth.

Mortarion, on the other hand, felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He saw those lights, and memories of the past drifted through the Plague Lord's mind...

He recalled the heat he had witnessed on Barbaros, remembered his father's terrible, unstoppable ability.

He couldn't understand why his father chose such a mortal, nor could he figure out the reason for the current changes.

But he heard Guilliman's laughter.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect it, and I couldn't imagine..."

"My brother, your evaluation of me is half right, at least the first half. I am indeed a little too superstitious about the Emperor's truth."

"I can't imagine how I'm supposed to explain those things, those powers."

"Maybe I'm wrong, but I prefer to see you fail."

Guilliman showed a bitter yet happy smile at this moment. The bitterness was that his beliefs were not accurate, and the happiness was that his only friend in this era was recognized by his father.

Even now, Guilliman was kneeling on one knee, pale and weak from the torture of the virus and curse.

But Guilliman still realized that he was right. Even his father, who had surpassed human thoughts, now recognized his thoughts and projected his will onto that mortal.

He looked at the plain gray chariot, the thing called Frenstein.

Now the Lord of Macragge's gaze was steady and trusting, his azure eyes reflecting the warmth and glow of the Emperor's flames.

But Mortarion didn't believe that mortals could bear that kind of power, and he wanted to deny it all.

Denying the Emperor, denying the Empire, of course, also includes this so-called miracle.

At the same time, Taylor felt that he had endless strength in his body, but this incident did not increase his confidence much.

The feeling he had now was similar to the blessing of a living saint. He didn't even feel how powerful the emperor was.

Taylor looked at his equipment and muttered, "All that talk, and this is it?"

He was a little confused, and so were the other boys, and Taylor roughly explained the situation, but with the others looking incredulous, he could only say.

"Don't worry too much. Anyway, we now have enough strength to fight against the enemy!"

Roland said uncertainly, "We're fighting like we usually do?"

Taylor replied. "Maybe. Roland, take the gunner's seat. Katie, step on the gas!"

Taylor had no choice but to trust the Emperor and quickly climb out of the car.

He stood on the roof, revealing half of his body, and stood up from the observation hole on the roof, holding the chainsaw sword in his hand.

Suddenly, his body glowed with a light golden color, and the emperor's light dyed his entire body into a unique golden color.

In front of him, the huge Primarch brandished his scythe, laughing and shouting.

"come on!"

"Just like your vicious light, let me see whether the power of the loving father is stronger or the power of the corpse king is more vicious!"

His blade was fast and sharp, not something a mortal should be able to resist, but at this moment Taylor was just frightened and shouted subconsciously. "Holy shit!"

"Maneuver right! Quick!"

At this moment, the body of Frenstein's car moved abnormally, making a completely impossible side movement, as if a huge palm pulled it open.

Mortarion was stunned at first, then surprised, and finally he realized his mistake.

When he turned around, Frenstein had already approached the imprisoned Guilliman, and Taylor's thoughts at this moment were obvious to everyone...

When the hull of the Frenstein vehicle approached the Primarch, the Emperor's power instantly purified the virus from the Primarch's body.

The tens of thousands of horrific curses, enough to kill hundreds of millions of people, melted in an instant like ice meeting fire. Guilliman felt warmth creeping through his limbs once again. He stood up comfortably and spoke.

"You saved me, and I can't repay you..."

Taylor touched the golden light on his armor and said disappointedly after confirming that it was not his clothes that turned into gold.

"I hope to get tangible material rewards."

Guilliman was amused by this guy, he raised the Emperor's Sword and made a promise.

"Material? I don't know what else you need, but I'm willing to reward you with any treasure in Macragge's Reliquary."

"But remember, those holy objects do not belong to you, so they will be returned to you after your death."

"If you die outside, your descendants and family will be responsible for finding the relics for generations to come..."

Taylor immediately agreed. "That's it!"

Guilliman said uncertainly. "This is an opportunity many dream of!"

Taylor answered without hesitation. "No problem, I don't regret it!"

He was almost cheerful because he knew very well that he probably didn't have the sense of responsibility.

Secondly, a reliable Imperial relic passed down by a Space Marine is a good thing that can be used. You may even find relics from the Dark Age of Technology.

For example, gravity guns, decomposition guns, special force field auras and complex weaponry.

The key point is that Macragge's approval means they are all safe and have no side effects.

This is really rare.

But Taylor knew very well that those ancient things had who knows what kind of curses, and they would probably break out in the hands of an unlucky guy like him.

But Guilliman didn't really care, he was just very happy now.

Firstly, because he could finally chop off the head of his rebellious brother.

Secondly, it was because the emperor approved of his idea.

At least for him, the Emperor's gift to Taylor was an acknowledgment that Taylor's ideas were necessary for the Empire.

This was the only reliable information he had received from his father during this period...

But Mortarion was very smart. He had nothing that he couldn't let go of. On the contrary, he thought that the current situation was not the time to kill Guilliman yet.

He quickly prepared to leave, and Guilliman immediately gave chase, but was instead surrounded and blocked by a large number of demons, hoping to delay the Primarch for a while.

At this moment, Mortarion's wings flapped and he soared away, still scolding, "My foolish brother, come to me on the former Hospital World, now the Plague World of X!"

"I will give you a destined death!"

And Guilliman could only watch his brother depart...

He killed a few demons with a little annoyance, then looked at Ferenstein who didn't know why he didn't move, and asked worriedly.

"what happened?"

At this moment, Taylor lowered his head and spoke weakly.

"I feel a little tired, for some unknown reason..."

His panting appearance made Guilliman uneasy, and at this moment the Emperor's flames were also dissipating on Taylor's body.

Looking at Mortarion walking away, Guilliman could only say with heartache and helplessness.

"Call the doctor! Perform medical treatment according to Space Marine standards... no, according to the highest standards!"

"I will cure this hero's problem no matter how many resources it takes!"

(End of this chapter)