Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 130: Inescapable, Part 2
The huge Orc chariot took the lead and crashed into the Zerg cluster. Countless knife bugs and gun bugs were blown away by the huge garbage truck that was almost 15 meters long, and the Orcs cheered.

On the other side, Predator tanks and Rhino armored vehicles carrying noise warriors began hunting. The sound waves could penetrate the armor of the Temagan Worm, causing immeasurable damage to those little creatures.

They fell like straws, which looked quite relaxing. It even made the usually timid Taylor feel a little excited and fired two shots at those things. Of course, it was only two shots.

At the moment, it seems that they are almost crushing the enemy, which also proves that Taylor was right in requesting the Chaos Force to join.

The Zerg was constantly being defeated, but Taylor also understood that they had not yet encountered any real tough opponents.

The convoy entered the city, which is now in ruins and many buildings have been destroyed, but there is not a single body in the entire city.

It was silent, cold, and unsettling, with only the creepy sound of chitin hitting the ground as the swarm of insects moved through the ruins.

It was like a musical instrument made of bones, gently beating.

Disgusting enough.

Taylor's Frenstein moved slowly forward at the rear of the convoy, and the clattering sounds made people nervous.

The Carcharodon warrior said, "It seems we're late, but most of the bugs have been cleared out. We shouldn't stay here for too long."

"By the throne, we have weakened the swarm."

Taylor agreed with this statement. After all, he didn't want to be out on field work for so long.

But he also wanted to see if there were any living people. After all, the innocent imperial residents and survivors were still struggling in such a horrible place, which was suffocating to think about.

After a struggle between heaven and earth, Taylor chose to announce a retreat, which made most of the greenskins who had not fought enough dissatisfied.

The Goff clan leader yelled. "Boss...are you scared?" This was probably a crude way of provoking him, but Taylor responded immediately.

"Yes, I'm scared!" Taylor answered immediately, leaving the leader at a loss.

After a brief silence, Boss Goff chose to obey.

Because he knew that if he followed this man, there would be fights every day.

Boss Goff immediately calmed down, and the soldiers of the Sharknado Regiment saw it and were shocked.

It's not that he hasn't dealt with greenskins before. On the contrary, he is quite familiar with this race that is widely distributed in the galaxy.

Maybe there really is something incomprehensibly great about Taylor?

He said hesitantly, "Can you teach me about this?"

A question mark popped up in Taylor's head.

What could he possibly teach the Space Marines?

Taylor mumbled for a moment, then said uncertainly, "What do you want to learn?"

The Carcharodon warrior replied. "I want the greenskin to shine my shoes."

Taylor suddenly began to think. "Then you have to satisfy them. If you can accept the possibility of those servants attacking you at any time..."

The more he spoke, the less confident he became. Looking at Boss Goff's biceps, which were thicker than his head, Taylor thought hesitantly.

Can I really control those greenskins?

When Boss Goff saw Taylor's gaze at this moment, he immediately gave him a look that made him feel "submissive" out of what he considered to be a loyal look.

Taylor was immediately frightened by the look and stammered to the shark warrior, "Perhaps, I never tamed them."

"They're just doing what they love, that's all."

The Space Marine nodded slightly, as if understanding something.

Now he just needs to find time to get some greenskin to try out.

However, he raised his battle-hardened and long-unmaintained bolter.

You have to survive.

The knocking sounds became more and more frequent, and Taylor was almost the second one to notice something was wrong.

They were soon engaged in combat, being attacked from both sides in the open street.

This place is not suitable for fighting the Zerg. The complex terrain and large number of buildings are almost a paradise for those little creatures.

Those guys started to fight guerrilla warfare by taking advantage of the complex terrain. You see, they attack the back from the front, and you attack the back, and they attack the front.

Obviously, they are not the beasts that most people think they are, and they even have a good guerrilla concept. When the greenskins and Imperial Guardsmen began to lose, the depressing and gloomy atmosphere here reached its limit.

After being shot at from behind by several warrior bugs with bone lances, several greenskins finally couldn't stand it anymore and charged towards those places with shouts of "waaaagh!"

But soon, dozens of bone spurs turned those green-skinned guys into hedgehogs, but each time was not fatal, and he died after almost several minutes.

Taylor complained. "It's torture!"

The leader of the Goff clan beat his chest and stamped his feet, saying, "I want waaagh!" Then a bone spur pierced his hat, causing his swollen green muscles to quickly cool in the fear of death.

The Carcharodon warrior quipped, "They're just like the Raven Guard or Night Lords, but more brutal and smaller."

Taylor sighed. This was why he wasn't used to fighting in urban areas. He had to think of a way, otherwise he would be doomed...

Until a lazy voice came from inside his car.

"What's wrong? Are you having trouble?"

It was a voice that had an orange flavor and made one feel like one's bones were going soft.

Taylor said. "Yes, my great lady, you'd better have some insights now..."

She smiled as she stepped out of the car and said, "My psychic powers can form a shield to get us out of here. Once we reach open ground, it will be much easier, right?"

Taylor was overjoyed, and for the first time he felt that psychic power was simply the best thing ever!
But the lady now said, "I have one more request. You have to call me dear in the next few days."

"Otherwise I wouldn't be able to cast spells. By the way, we are not tied to the same rope. I am a wizard and can leave at any time, and you..."

She gave a wicked smile, as if to say.

Asking you to escape and make me dissatisfied again and again?
This time, you can't escape.

Taylor just swallowed his saliva. Taking advantage? Who was being taken advantage of?
Emperor...

Was he going to call a heretic such an intimate name just to survive?

Of course he will!

Taylor coughed. "Ahem, dear..."

His face flushed. Well, he was used to hanging out with Slaanesh believers, so he didn't care whether it was kissing, touching, or worse.

Now that he has this, he can't control it for a moment?

The lady teased. "No, no, no, be more passionate, like you want to be my slave~"

Taylor said angrily. "That's enough, cast the spell quickly!"

The cultist sighed, as if to say that this man didn't understand her hard work.
She waved her arms and released her psychic energy until a thin psychic shield appeared. Only then did Taylor feel a little safe.

He looked at the insects shooting in the distance and said seriously and anxiously, "Move position..."

(End of this chapter)