Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 140: Like a Natural Disaster, Part 2
The long-blasting horn sounded in the sky, and then was suppressed by countless swarms of insects, just as miserable as the last cry of mankind in this place.

Even if the greenskins join, what does it matter? The Tyrant is still strong, and the Zerg is ready to attack.

They haven't used their full strength yet, but their overwhelming force is enough to make the Zerg one of the most terrifying enemies in the entire universe.

Not even one...

Damn it, Taylor thought to himself, sniffing the disgusting stench of the insect's massive body. He had clearly defeated this tyrant several times before, but to really face it with a mortal body...

He has little chance of winning.

The attack of the Melta was one of the few opportunities. Now that Ferenstein was not there, the Melta was on guard and Taylor was almost helpless.

The soldiers now used beam guns to shoot at the armor of the giant monster. Even though they heated it to an exaggerated temperature with each shot, they could not really stop it.

Theoretically, that many shots are enough to penetrate the thick tank armor. Obviously, the defense of this Tyrant has reached an exaggerated level.

Death did not make it weaker, but made it stronger. At this point, Taylor felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.

It is obvious that the Zerg is entangled by the greenskins, and the best time to deal with it is here, but as a mortal, how can he have the ability to fight against this existence?
When the huge tearing claw attacked, Taylor rolled in the trench. The huge claws of the Hive Lord scratched the soil, bringing up countless soil and barely slowing down its speed.

Taylor watched the huge chitinous body pass over his head. Just now, he was just a little bit away from being cut in two.

Thanks to the emperor's blessing, he saved his life, but what about the second time?
He was feeling anxious, as if he had already seen the end of his own road. He raised the ricart knife and forced himself to squeeze out every bit of courage from within.

However, the effect of that squeezing was more like forcing the completely dried Imperial Life-Proofing Cream to flow out a little more.

No matter how much the person who squeezes it wants to lick the food, he will not be able to get real nutrition.

Oh god, how Taylor wished now that he was as powerful as Calgar, the legendary Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, or any of the heroes of the Imperium's ancient legends.

But he is not, he is just an ordinary person.

He tried his best to hold the knife in his hand, as if it was the only treasure that could give him confidence, but when the huge sickle-shaped chitinous foot swept over again, Taylor still chose to follow his heart.

He stepped forward, diving right under the monster, or rather, right under a Tyrant as it attacked.

This action is extremely foolish, even experienced Space Marines would not dare to do so.

Although the Tyrants' bodies appear to be abnormally large, they are actually agile and fast, and the area directly in front of their bodies is a nightmare-like area.

Soon, Taylor tasted his own stupidity. Four sharp chitinous legs armed with various weapons began to attack him like cutting vegetables.

Taylor had to jump up and down like a clown, but fortunately the tyrant gave up some of its speed for defense, allowing him to barely dodge.

But how long could this situation last? With the intense physical and mental exhaustion, there was no doubt that in just ten seconds, Taylor would be chopped into several pieces.

He was already out of breath, and at the same time he saw the tyrant gloating, until a loud noise from the jet pack was heard.

"A natural disaster is coming!"

It was a heavy, strong, and familiar voice to Taylor. It belonged to the sergeant of the Carcharodon Regiment!
He held a tattered thunder hammer in his hand, wore a green leather flying backpack, and landed on the huge body of the tyrant in an instant.

The force of the impact was so exaggerated that even the terrifying beast fell, its heavy body landing on the soft and highly fermented soil of this world, raising a huge cloud of dust.

Taylor coughed uncontrollably, and at the same time he realized this was a great opportunity, a chance to escape.

But he stopped because the shark warrior was fighting the tyrant in a miserable state.

Frankly speaking, it is obvious that no Space Marine can fight a Swarm Lord alone.

He roared and shouted, "Run! Mortal!"

Now he was wearing his pale war helmet, and his serious expression was no longer visible, but Taylor saw the cracks beginning to grow in his armor.

To be honest, he has been tied down by all kinds of people and is no longer free, but this feeling is not bad.

He was able to survive, not only because of luck but also because of those reliable comrades. Would he let those good people down?
Taylor muttered, "Taylor, Taylor, you're crazy, you're a lunatic, a fool, hopeless..." He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the saber, and then charged towards the tyrant with a complaint. It was not easy for him to leave that dangerous place, but now he was going back. Obviously...

He was no longer a selfish guy, but he was still far from being able to selflessly contribute to the empire.

Of course, that day will never come in his life.

Loyalty has nothing to do with him and he has no connection with it. He just moves forward in his own way, even if it is dangerous or disloyal to the empire.

He has no regrets!

perhaps……

Tyler rushed to his brother's side, and the Space Marine cursed. "You're an idiot!"

Taylor replied. "Yes, I am!"

"Being an idiot is much better than being a so-called hero. It's not hopeless!"

Sergeant Shark asked. "But even the Thunder Hammer can't break through that armor!"

Taylor took a deep breath. "I'm sure."

"perhaps……"

He quickly passed over the tyrant's body and walked to its head. He saw the huge hole left by Boss Goff's hammer, which had not yet healed.

The armor here was at least half dented, and the streamlined exterior that made it difficult to exert force was also completely destroyed.

At this moment, the tyrant looked at Taylor viciously, but was barely suppressed by the Space Marines and could not get up, so he roared angrily.

Taylor bravely raised his weapon and stabbed the wound, but the next moment, the tyrant spat out some blue liquid from his mouth.

Taylor dodged subconsciously and heard the ground behind him sizzling and beginning to melt like butter.

A question mark popped up in his head, but the tyrant's mouth began to spit out saliva like a machine gun.

In an instant, the place became a replica of a children's fight... disgusting but deadly.

Taylor suppressed his nausea and raised the blade, but the acid came from the swarm's unique technology and was obviously directed at Taylor.

When a mouthful of acid fell on the gray-purple blade of the Likart knife, the invincible weapon made a crackling sound and fell into half, losing its sharpness in an instant.

Taylor could only pull out the Catachan knife from his waist, but the Catachan's long blade was not long enough to kill the monster.

When the blade pierced into the armor, the tyrant let out a mad roar, and even used pain and madness to lift up the Space Marines who were suppressing it. Ignoring the bombardment of the thunder hammer, it swung the weapons on its body like crazy.

Taylor cursed. "Damn it!"

He was completely hopeless, but inexplicably felt a glimmer of courage. After all, he had already made it this far...

Victory, this was the first time he wanted it so much.

He picked up the laser gun from the corpse of the Imperial Guard soldier next to him, and began to aim at the shaking insect master's head.

He muttered to himself.

Emperor...

If you can hear me, my goodness, let me hit that Catachan knife in the hilt.

Let the loyal blade that kills the aliens strangle the throat of the Zerg!
He pulled the trigger and the laser fired...

(End of this chapter)