Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 123: The Siege of Felax, Part 2
The conference room was filled with a strong smell of cigarettes. When people are under stress, they always look for such methods, cigarettes or alcohol. Just to stay mentally sensitive, they choose the combination of caffeine and nicotine.

Hoping the officers' brains hadn't been damaged by caffeine, Taylor looked at the green-skinned man with an awkward expression, not knowing how to answer.

The greenskin, however, was very familiar with the situation. He patted Taylor on the shoulder and said, "Boss, I'm a big boss now. I have 30 men under my command. Even though 26 of them died when we encountered those bugs before, I'm still a leader!"

His saliva was flying everywhere, and his green muscles were swelling as if he was extremely excited. He took off his big hat and put it on Taylor's head, then said happily.

"Boss~" He stretched out the first note particularly long, upward and raised, then immediately dropped down and stretched out particularly long again.

The sentence turned into a funny note, just like a dog's tail fluttering up and down in the wind.

Taylor looked at the green dandruff on his big hat with a deathly pale face. His personal hygiene was enough to make the political commissar worry about him. Obviously, those officers had no choice but to let him in here.

Taylor put the big hat down on the table and said, "It's been a while, but I still don't understand why you left Armageddon."

The orc now showed a look of reminiscence and said.

"I was so obsessed with big teeth and big clacking that I completely forgot our orc dream, which is to do a super big waaghh!"

"And you, my boss, you always bring waagh."

"Life is boring without you. No Space Marines, no Chaos Daemons, and fighting those Orc Hunters is even more boring."

"Then I suddenly realized that it wasn't because of me that those people came, but because of you, Boss, that we had the war to fight with Corsolax!"

"Then I realized I should follow a boss like you, so I left Armageddon."

Taylor nodded, then pushed past him and asked Old Tychus, "Didn't you say this is a sacred and honorable place? Why are the greenskins here?"

Tychus replied. "If you have a better idea, come and I will drive this beast away immediately."

"But we didn't, and this is why."

"Those witchcrafts are very vicious, and who knows how many more tricks that wizard has. After much thought, only a greenskin without sexual desires can undertake this mission."

"They won't be tempted by desire, nor can they be agitated by psychic powers. Their trust in you is obvious to all."

"I really want you to stay away from them, but."

"Honestly, I'll have to let you rule them."

"So." Old Tychus paused at this moment.

Taylor immediately sensed something was wrong.

He looked at Taylor seriously and said, "Now, for the Emperor and victory, please become the leader of the greenskins once again..."

Taylor replied immediately. "No, no, no, absolutely not. Last time they made me a target of Corsolax's attention, and now I've killed him, but I know it's not over yet."

"I have a grudge against the World Eaters. I hindered their plans and killed their champion, all because those greenskins pushed me around and called me boss!"

"And this time, if I lead tens of thousands of greenskins to smash, loot, and burn again, will I be worthy of the Emperor?"

Old Tychus gritted his teeth and said, "You don't usually talk about loyalty!"

Then he looked at the other commanders. "I favor Taylor the Loyalist as leader of the Greenskin Auxiliary Forces. What do the others think?"

Most of those commanders were brought up by old Tychus. After all, he had served for many years and also had a certain network of contacts.

After the officers raised their hands, Taylor was hugged by the greenskin with a bitter face.

"Boss, I knew you wouldn't abandon us!" Obviously, he was addicted to Taylor's unique misfortune.

For the greenskins, Taylor's existence is more exaggerated than any addiction.

One could even say that he is war.

But for Taylor, the greenskins are a big trouble, a huge trouble.

He didn't want to be found by a bunch of greenskins after he retired, and those guys would beat up the planetary guard where he was and then say something to him carelessly.

Boss, let's go destroy the entire galaxy, shall we?
No, this was bad enough, disgusting enough, and insane enough. If he was swept up in becoming the next Bonebreaker, then soon his fleet arrived on Terra and was defeated by the resurrected Roboute Guilliman.

Taylor's now overactive imagination had seen Guilliman questioning him about why a human would associate with greenskins, then severing his own neck with his Emperor's Sword.

And now, a large group of greenskins were wearing military uniforms, beautiful leather boots on the soles of their feet, and their weapons and equipment were all standard weapons of the Human Empire. They faced him with a very standard military posture.

Taylor was pushed onto the podium. He looked at the manuscript in his hand and muttered with a deathly pale face.

"Ah, my boys."

"Behind that big wall, there's a big waaagh."

"I actually saw this day when I was in Ullanor (Armageddon in the Orcish language)."

"We are chasing the waaagh now, what the hell brought us here?"

"Victory, war, waagh!"

After saying that, Taylor left the podium. The next moment, the podium suddenly shook, and the wooden steps fell down, revealing a huge metal truck underneath.

Then a band consisting of a drum set made of scrap metal, an electric guitar and a singer named Green Skin stood there.

Taylor was stunned and wondered how he had stood there without noticing anything unusual.

Until those guys roared and ignited their engines.

The orcs played drums and guitars, and the singer sang under the heavy metal music.

"Oh~! That man is our boss, look!"

"He is our boss!"

"The world is calling out for our waaaagh, damn it's craving, we bring victory!"

"Oh~ Why is that man our boss? He's the damn Noxu!"

"Now pick up the ka-ka and fire up the engines!"

"waaaaaagh!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Taylor covered his ears and watched the trucks charging forward. The war between tens of thousands of greenskins was so huge, but Ferenstein felt almost no sense of disorientation in it.

At the same time, a large number of Imperial Guards and Sharknado Legions also began to move forward.

Huge orc metal trucks accompanied by waaagh charged towards the enemy. The fortress continued to spit out flames and cannons, but it could not stop the orcs' advance.

The blessing Taylor gave them was like an orc encountering a green-skinned living saint.

They burst out with an unexpected fighting power, the giant truck crashed into the thick wall, and then a fierce molten light flashed.

The entire wall, which was tens of meters thick, melted in an instant. To be precise, it was not just one layer of wall, but three layers of defense made of concrete and refined gold.

Such power is even comparable to the legendary volcanic cannon.

A large amount of molten metal fell to the ground and turned into an obsidian-like material after cooling. The flying lava even passed over the walls and the city walls, flying around like a volcanic eruption.

The giant Orc war truck was also completely vaporized in the explosion, along with the heavy metal band on it.

The hell was, before that thing hit the wall, none of their musicians were hit by enemy fire, and they reached their target with their tanks gradually riddled with holes.

Because, the greenskin thought, the music would never stop.

At the same time, hot melt is completely unable to melt ten meters of metal. It can be said that such power also comes from what the greenskins think.

I think I can do this.

(End of this chapter)