Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 344 Imperial Saint
The turbid and foul-smelling air lingered over the land of Aix. Taylor felt that the Catachan devil stew he had eaten yesterday was no longer sweet.

The poison gas here has a special power, coming from the polluting power of Chaos, so that its stench can penetrate Taylor's power armor.

Even if he didn't activate his olfactory system, the nauseating stench still hit him in the face.

He was now going down in his gunboat, but in his heart he kept cursing Mortarion because wherever he went, he would fill the world with excrement.

And Nurgle is a man who loves to watch the fun and make trouble. Not only does he make things stink, but he also makes sure the smell is extremely penetrating.

It can be said that only someone with extremely bad taste would do this!

Although none of the Four Gods are good, Taylor feels that those disgusting things that play with excrement and viruses are the most twisted.

Now, from the horizon, he could see the world breathing, rising and falling like a giant creature.

This world has become a huge hollow monster. If Guilliman wanted, the Empire could use all kinds of exaggerated weapons to destroy it.

But after the corruption has completely penetrated its bones, ordinary extermination weapons such as cyclone torpedoes and virus bombs become a joke.

Secondly, Guilliman needed to fight his brother, he needed to put an end to this matter.

As Taylor thought so, the gunboat gradually landed at Guilliman's location.

The Ultramarines and their Successors had been waiting for a long time, and it was obvious that Guilliman had already seen his arrival.

Sicarius took a step forward to greet his old friend, Taylor, who hadn't seen him for a long time, and stepped forward to exchange greetings.

"The Second Company Commander is still as dazzling and high-spirited as ever."

"I thought the Primarch's glory would overshadow a hero..."

Sicarius said awkwardly. "Where did you learn that?"

Taylor replied. "On Fenris, my friend."

"In short, sir, the Emperor, it's been a long time since we last met!"

Taylor walked forward, and Sicarius wanted to greet him, but he smelled a strange smell.

He covered his face with his mask, took two steps back, and said, "What did you eat? Your body has an indescribable smell of rotten leaves."

Taylor said. "Could this be more exaggerated than the stench of Chaos?"

Sicarius said. "It's mainly because I haven't smelled anything like that before. Like death and decaying plants."

"You got those things in there and then stuffed them in your mouth?"

Taylor said. "Catachan."

Sicarius said calmly, "I have some mouthwash and gum here. You'll have to endure the stench here, because I don't want you to be like this when you meet the Primarch."

At this point, Taylor showed his problem of being greedy for small gains, and began to chew the gum that Adjutant Sicarius brought.

In fact, it tastes pretty good. In order to relieve the soldiers' stress and replenish their physical strength, a lot of sugar is put in it, and flavoring is added. The only problem is that this thing can't blow bubbles.

Also, this is Space Marine-sized, which is quite hard to chew, and there's something inexplicably inside...

A piece of iron?

The good news is that it absorbs stains from your teeth, but the bad news is that it's very hard, which is something you need to consider if you have cavities.

Thinking about this, Taylor chewed and walked forward until a golden translucent wing landed on his shoulder.

A light voice brushed past his ears.

"Mr. Taylor, it seems you don't need me to give you a gift again."

Taylor watched a strand of silver hair brush across her cheek, then tilted her head and replied. "Come on, girl, that thing works great."

He spoke almost greedily, but the silver-haired living saint simply replied, "You can obviously inject that power yourself."

"The Emperor taught us..."

Taylor answered. "Huh? What is that?" The living saint lady looked at him hesitantly.

The girl who once fought alongside Taylor began to doubt.

Because she could feel that Taylor was also a living saint, but Taylor did not know how to use his own power...

"This is the power of the Emperor. It comes from your will and is inherited from the Emperor's beliefs..."

Without hesitation, she began to explain her views using the rhetoric of the state religion, but Taylor didn't understand, and he said seriously.

"No, Letlina, I have not seen the Emperor."

"I am not dead, and I am not a nun. Apparently, I am a unique being..."

"The Emperor's will is for me to lead you," said Letlina, the living saint, smiling.

"I will use a ritual to harness your power, but you are still a living being, and obviously cannot freely use such a gift."

"No, that's enough for you."

Taylor asked now. "You mean, if I die, I can learn how to fly?"

He envied those guys' golden wings. After all, Taylor was tired of riding in gunboats.

But the price of this is death, so Taylor can only give up this matter calmly.

Finally, at the urging of the living saint, Taylor sat on the saint's seat prepared for him by the Imperial State Church.

A gaudy and strange metal throne with volumes and ridiculous ritualistic equipment on top, and dozens of priests circling around it, spreading ritual incense.

For the first time, Taylor felt why Guilliman hated these guys so much, and you would feel the same if you were put here.

After the lengthy scriptures and damning rituals, the sleepy Taylor almost felt like he was suffocating.

Guilliman, who was watching the ceremony nearby, was definitely gloating, at least that's how Taylor felt.

After the living saint's wings passed through the sky 23 times, golden light finally bloomed here.

As the Emperor's light emerged from Taylor and the saintly lady, Taylor felt as if he were back to the time he fought Mortarion.

He immediately realized that he was about to lose his strength. No wonder Letlina told him that no living person could endure that kind of power...

Apparently, his weakness was a protective mechanism, Taylor yawned as the Emperor's light within him began to purify the ground.

"Prepare a nice, soft bed for me later."

"I would be crushed by that weariness."

A priest answered. "Yes, Your Excellency."

Taylor said awkwardly. "Don't call me that. I'm just an ordinary person. What saint or not..."

The priest replied, "Sir, what is your dissatisfaction with my service?"

Next to him, his colleagues had picked up whips made of thorns, ready to punish the blasphemer.

Taylor immediately stopped those guys' crazy behavior, and then acquiesced to them praising him as the Imperial Saint...

He couldn't help but sigh, looking at the approaching Guilliman, his eyes filled with disgust for the state religion.

Guilliman smiled. "Now you know what it's like to be treated like a god or a religious icon?"

"Now, tell me what my brother is up to, and I'll give you a soft bed and a meal to eat while you tell me."

Taylor answered frankly, "I will never forget the Lord Regent's generosity."

Guilliman cursed. "Don't play tricks on me. Just call me friend."

(End of this chapter)