Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 353 Physical Exorcism, Part 1
The rescue operation was extremely effective, and sufficient supplies and materials were provided to the citizens of the empire. The most important thing was that a large number of the enemy's manpower was wiped out in one go.

After all, those demons are no longer standing there to be bombed. A large number of underground facilities dug by Nurgle creatures and defense projects built by evil mortals to help the demons have become their shelters.

This caused the emperor's artillery shells to be consumed in vain, which was obviously too wasteful.

Bombing that does not cause any damage is not cost-effective. After all, if there has been no decent battle record reported, the top leaders of the empire will lose patience.

Although Taylor knew very well that those noble lords would be exhausted after just a few minutes of carrying artillery shells on the front line, and would suffer from deafness and tinnitus just by standing next to the artillery.

The vast empire built by the emperor has been completely eroded by those who are just sitting there doing nothing. Although their ancestors may indeed be heroes, their descendants have never even seen a cannonball.

If you insist, some of them were close to the front line and could pass by the arsenal after eating and drinking and take a look from afar.

But that's hardly courage or loyalty.

But Taylor didn't want to fall out with those guys, and they were also afraid of the strength of the Imperial Guard, so he could only maintain this attitude.

In general, as long as the shells are still being transported to the front line, Taylor will not cause trouble, and as long as the battle reports continue to be shown to those guys, they will turn a blind eye to the consumption.

This tacit understanding maintained a high consumption of artillery fire, and a large number of earth-entrenching bombs began to become the main firepower of the Cadians.

However, they will not stop until they can blow those thick-skinned demons into pieces, which shows how heavy the anger of the Cadians is.

A new batch of shells was also transported in after the demons were annihilated. However, the people of Cadia were quite dissatisfied because most of the heads of people in the rescue operation some time ago were taken by the Imperial Navy.

After all, 22,000 tons of explosives is indeed a bit exaggerated.

Even the Void Heavy Bomber can only carry one bomb, so it is hard to imagine that its exaggerated size can be used in war.

But I have to say that the effect is good. The effective killing range has been estimated to be about 40 meters, and the shockwave can reach a range of meters.

Even demons would lose their combat effectiveness for a period of time if affected by the aftermath.

Taylor now has to consider those things as core means to fight against exaggerated units like the Great Demon.

Efficiency. In such a large battlefield, efficiency is paramount.

Taylor didn't like it, but he had to admit that he had to learn to treat consumables as consumables.

He had accumulated so much money and so many connections just to have those things die in place of the soldiers.

He bit his finger as the Imperial priests extracted information from the mouths of the commoners, filling the vellum with writing and marking the location of the Nurgle Crucible.

That place is the central area of the battle line, which may be related to some metaphysical thing of "absorbing the essence of heaven and earth".

Warp magic covered that area, making mortals always ignore it, but the natives witnessed the strangeness of the place, so they knew something was wrong.

With the help of the Empire's subconscious hypnosis and drugs, they realized that something was there and helped the Imperial Guard point it out.

Frankly speaking, Chaos was good at hiding, but it couldn't withstand the Empire's huge advantage.

Several Cadian armored regiments were also carrying hundreds of tanks and dozens of Basilisk self-propelled artillery, preparing to flatten the area.

As the commander of a small area, Taylor should naturally go there. After all, he is an experienced warrior with considerable experience in fighting against demons and chaotic forces.

But rather than saying it was a responsibility, it would be better to say that Taylor just wanted the war to end quickly so that he could go home and lie down, take a vacation, or have a big meal.

Secondly, the advantage is mine! He naturally has inexplicable courage.

All I can say is that the peace of mind brought by artillery shells is always so delightful that it makes the deadly front line not seem so exaggerated.

Now Taylor has arrived at the front line with a batch of artillery shells, and the Cadians are bombarding the minions of Chaos day and night.

Those greedy demons could only linger beneath the soil they had contaminated, anxiously hoping that the Imperial artillery shells would not penetrate their bunkers. Bombs roared constantly from the high altitudes on one side of the plain, and in the sky there were Imperial Death-class fighters and Osprey-class bombers waiting for an opportunity to strike.

When a large target tries to use his huge body to clear a path for other demons, a 22,000-pound heavy bomb will fall on his head, allowing him to meet his loving father.

The Hell Dragons or Nurgle Rot Flies in the sky are simply no match for the Imperial Navy's air squadrons.

Although there are a lot of demons in the sky, the cluster guns and high-energy burst lasers carried by the aerial combat squadron can indeed quickly produce demon kebabs and demon fragments.

Nearly 20 squadrons of 12-man fighters have joined the battle line, which means more than 200 fighters and bombers are dominating the sky.

Or rather, Green Sky.

Taylor walked down from Ferenstein and said, "It seems the enemy has been completely suppressed."

The commander of the Cadian warriors, the major general, paid tribute to his old comrade and mentor.

He said, "But the underground bunker is very strong. We can't completely destroy its manpower."

Taylor had a lot of tricks up his sleeve, and he started asking. "Silver blessed by the Emperor can be added to bombs and shells at great expense. The fragments of those items can easily injure demons."

The Cadian warrior replied. "No, my lord. Silver is not expensive, but the Empire lacks loyal priests."

"A piece of silverware blessed by the Emperor requires a priest recognized by the Imperial Church to bathe and burn incense for a whole day to consecrate it!"

"Even if all the state religion organizations in the five hundred worlds were mobilized, it would barely be enough for us to consume for half a day."

This was the first time that Taylor felt such disgust towards those so-called handicraft workshops. Couldn't they just create some loyal iron men and industrialize faith?
But no matter how much we complain, there is no way. The best answer now is to send infantry to clean up the underground.

Thinking of this, an adjutant reported breathlessly that reinforcements were arriving.

Taylor wasn't quite sure. Shouldn't the reinforcements be reported to him first?

Coming uninvited obviously means that the other party is of a very high level and can skip many procedures.

After the adjutant caught his breath, he said hurriedly, "Yes..."

At this point, Taylor saw the golden figure behind him, making those damn hand gestures at him.

Taylor said, "No need to report, the Sisters are already here."

"She said, long time no see, looks like we need some anti-psychic help?"

Major General Cardia subconsciously covered his nose in front of the Sisters of Silence, then immediately apologized, announcing that he had defiled the Emperor's servants.

Then he exclaimed, "If the Sisters join the battle, the infantry will be invincible."

"But we don't have a dedicated sign language officer who can handle the communication task, sir?"

He looked at Taylor.

Taylor sighed. "I'll give you a dictionary and three days to teach yourself a set."

Major General Cardia said. "I can, but the sooner the better, right?"

Taylor said with a wry smile.

"Then it seems there is only one way..."

(End of this chapter)