Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 133: The Insect Swarm
This was not the first time he had come face to face with the lord of the Zerg, and Taylor knew very well that this guy came for him.

Revenge? Bugs have such a mindset? If it could talk, Taylor would really like to have a good chat with it, but as far as he knew, the behemoths of the Behemoth Swarm had no vocal cords.

They don't need to communicate, nor do they need to communicate with humans. In contrast, the Licat insect's ability to imitate sounds can be exquisite in order to spread fear.

Of course, this does not mean that tyrants are waste created to save budget. On the contrary, they are specialized soldiers who have gone through countless battles to prove their existence.

They are natural leaders and war monsters, which made Taylor couldn't help but take a quick, deep breath.

What made him so nervous was not only its huge size and strength, but also its damn intelligence.

Now Taylor had to admit that the bugs had effectively modified their burrowing program. At least their evolution was fast and effective, and he hardly heard the noise caused by the digging.

Maybe it was because of the war, or maybe his mind was elsewhere, but it was quite remarkable that Taylor was completely unaware of this.

He was now just breathing rapidly, his body temperature began to rise, his heartbeat became faster, and adrenaline began to be secreted.

He is like a timid hamster, enough to kill himself with fear and anxiety.

But such emotions actually gave him a reaction ability beyond that of ordinary people. The only drawback was that he also had a lingering uneasiness in normal times.

In this cruel universe, it's not even a disadvantage.

Now, looking at the giant insect that came for him, Taylor couldn't understand why he was so popular with those evil forces.

He raised his plasma gun and shot at them tentatively. Of course, the effect was not very good, even worrying.

Plasma could not penetrate the heavy armor, and Frenstein's bombs and flamethrowers were also quite effective. Facing such elite troops, Taylor was really helpless.

“Oh my god?!”

"What do I do? What do I do?" he asked urgently, as if this would cause the Emperor to drop his armies from the sky.

But there is no such good thing in this world, otherwise this sentence would definitely become the catchphrase of all commanders.

There are never enough people or firepower. In this dark end of human civilization, Taylor can only rely on himself.

However, that monster, that tyrant soon discovered the cultist wizard lady who had been suppressing the brain worm after leaving the cave.

It soon realized that this human female had made a great contribution to the beating of its insects.

Furthermore, her power was enough to tear open the warp shielded by the Great Devourer, and it was clear that she was extremely dangerous.

It modified its own goals within its biological brain, first, to kill the human woman.

Its huge body shifted its target and walked towards the female wizard. When Taylor saw it, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then he realized belatedly that his friend (perhaps) was being threatened!

He mustered up his courage and said to the big guy, "Hey! Watch out! I can beat you once, and I can beat you a second time!"

He raised his plasma gun and fired at the monster.

He didn't know if those words would be useful, nor did he know if his gun could penetrate, but he understood that one of them would be useful.

Soon, the tyrant and his men shifted their gaze from the lady's body, and Taylor was filled with regret.

First of all, he's not a hero.

Secondly, he hated being a hero the most in his life.

Now, it seems that he has become the person he hates the most.

Was it lust that controlled his thoughts? Or had he truly, in some unspoken way, come to regard that woman as someone important, whether a lover, a beloved, a friend, or a comrade-in-arms?
But she is a heretic...

Taylor's thoughts were mixed until he saw the lady's affectionate gaze towards him.

Damn...

He couldn't stand this, as expected.

He now has the answer.

That means he was born with bad luck in love!

Taylor took a long breath of air that smelled of bug fluids, blood, and the fuel from a damn engine, then spoke to the behemoth.

"F*ck you!"

The tyrant understood, and it let out a huge roar, and rushed towards the monster like its body.

Of course, Taylor is quite experienced in dealing with large monsters, and that is just one word.

run!
Ferenstein began to move quickly, and Taylor got into the car and asked urgently, "You guys, use your brains to help me think, how can we stop an angry and terrifying tyrant?"

The girl from Lightling joked, "Throw you out, Boss."

She was a little jealous, especially when she realized that her boss had taken the risk for that woman.

This time, Taylor couldn't refute it and could only ask the mature and steady Roland what to do. "Our heavy gunner, help!"

Roland said, "Unless we have a few heavy armor-piercing shells, we can't do it!"

"Our weapons are powerless against it!"

Taylor muttered. "Nothing to do?"

Taylor suddenly reached a mental limit and began to mutter incessantly.

"Yes, we are doomed. Maybe the real answer is for me to get out. I can jump out of the car door and let my brothers be safe."

"I will request in my last will that you be discharged normally. Although we've been through a rough patch along the way, we've still accumulated a lot of merit."

"I think this is enough. I will use my death and my achievements to exchange for everyone's lifelong food and clothing."

"Remember, around April 4th every year, burn the yellow paper for me..."

Roland asked in confusion. "Why is it 4.4? What can the yellow paper do?"

Taylor answered frankly, "I don't know. I just suspect my soul will no longer exist in this world."

"Perhaps, by then I might have returned. Perhaps I would have joined the pilgrimage of hundreds of billions of loyal souls to the Emperor's throne."

The girl suddenly cursed. "I... I was kidding! Idiot! Live well!"

"No one can jump out of the car. We will die together!"

The other soldiers chimed in. "Right! What the hell is honor? We don't want to live in humiliation."

Every word they said stung Taylor like a curse in the face, and he asked with a pout.

"So what should we do?! Wait until the car runs out of gas, or until those damn bugs catch up to us?"

People were silent at the moment, but soon, Ms. Katie said.

"Well, there's actually a beautiful U-shaped curve ahead. We can turn around quickly. We're a certain distance away from those monsters. I believe Frenstein's output is enough to accelerate."

"Rely on the force of the impact to penetrate the enemy as usual."

"Frenstein is strong enough to withstand the Executioner's attack. Even though it was just destroyed by the Terminator, I feel like it's even more solid now!"

Taylor said pessimistically. "Feelings alone can't save us..."

"Forget it, then we'll die on the same day of the same month of the same year!"

"Turn! Charge!" He mustered up the courage to order, and the next moment, he felt a strong centrifugal force.

He almost flew up, but Ferenstein had not slowed down much, and with such a huge inertia, he was spinning around inside the car.

Then, Ferenstein's engine began to roar, and a strong sense of push came from his back...

It started accelerating in a straight line!

At that moment, the tyrant looked at the galloping Frenstein and remembered that moment on the desert world.

Taylor also recalled the feeling of acceleration when rolling down the sand slope.

After hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar crashing sound, Taylor bravely raised his head and opened the slightly deformed warehouse door above.

But he saw the monster's huge claws tightly grasping the body of Ferenstein's car, and its distorted face showed a human smile, looking down at the people of Class 15.

Most of its abdomen was cut open, but its reinforced armor and powerful claws successfully saved its life. Black blood spilled on the ground, and the organs carved for it by the insect swarm were scattered all over the ground.

Not enough time to sprint...

A sense of despair crept over Taylor's body.

But when Taylor was completely desperate, he shouted as if possessed by a ghost.

"WAAAAAAAGH UP! FRONSTEIN!"

The next moment, the car that was humming in idle burst into an amazing roar, the engine was overexcited, and there were crackling and snapping sounds like metal breaking.

The car rushed forward.

The tyrant's humane smile quickly turned into fear. After a click, Taylor saw the huge upper body slide over the roof of the car.

He couldn't help but mutter. "F*ck!"

“This car has become a spirit!”

(End of this chapter)