Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 170 Blood, Waste and Beasts, Part 2
A mechanical beast, with rough hands, picked up the corpse of a Black Legion Space Marine on the ground.

He pulled the ugly mutant Space Marine out from inside, and then smashed the solid ceramite armor into iron sheets with a hammer.

Today, both the noble Dreadnought and those ancient Terminator armors are just scraps to this beast.

His hammering and forging were enough to make a Mechanicus Magos pass out, and those ancient armors and equipment that could be called relics were deformed and reforged under his heated hammer.

His body is huge, with obvious signs of mechanized transformation.

He was wearing a distinctly red robe, and if it weren't for the various stains of the years that covered it, he would have looked like one.

Mechanical Sage?
As a boy, he had grown up on a Forge World where the most powerful being wasn't a Warboss, but a Mechanical Magus.

He grew up huddled under the gears and the light of the Ohm Messiah, in dark, damp pipes filled with poisonous gases and decay, breathing in the garbage produced by the imperial industry.

If it weren't for the greenskin's strong body, he would have died long ago.

Now that he has conquered that world, he has come to realize that the powerful sage he thought of was just a drop in the ocean among the vast stars and tens of thousands of worlds in the empire.

He now learned to forge, think, and research, and made a living by learning the ways of the Mechanicus.

Of course, he did not modify his brain. He knew that all his brilliant ideas were in his head, but he still installed electrodes in his head and used electric current to provide him with inspiration regularly.

Therefore, this great master of skills would talk to himself like a madman from time to time.

Now he said, "I'll find Kaur, I will."

"Boys, put it on."

He held up the thing he had just forged in his hand. It was a terrifying creation that no mortal could imagine. At this moment, it merged with the greenskins in the flickering heat.

Flesh and metal, skin and armor, became one.

Whether from the perspective of humans or green skins, this design is absolutely genius.
On the other side, Taylor was looking at the green-skinned beasts in the distance with a telescope.

He knew that those beasts would not stop and were probably just licking their wounds now.

When those places no longer hurt, the empire will be the next target.

He was well aware of the greenskins' behavior, but Taylor also found something interesting.

There were no giant mechanical creations or exaggerated war bosses among those greenskins.

Although the quality of their weapons and equipment is excellent for greenskins, the current situation of the greenskin leader cannot be seen under the blue skull symbol.

Are they leaderless?

This thought made Taylor start to rethink about that technical master again.

Until the young Lieutenant Colonel Cardia interrupted his thoughts again.

"Major, what do you think of this battle? I'd like to get a little of your wisdom."

His tone was low, full of uneasiness about fighting the greenskins.

Taylor replied. "Your service time isn't much shorter than mine."

He then remembered that he had only served for two years, while this young man had been a soldier for several years.

Apparently, Taylor seemed more familiar with the empire's enemies than he was.

He replied, "No one who has read those books would believe you are a weak person."

Taylor asked. "What if that stuff is made up? There are countless frauds in this world."

He just smiled and said, "I've seen guys like that, and you're definitely not one of them."

Taylor blushed at what this guy said.

He sighed and said, "I suppose the greenskin leader didn't charge."

Although the lieutenant colonel was not battle-hardened, his theoretical knowledge was not bad. The Cadians were well aware of many things about the Emperor's enemies. After all, they had fought against most of them.

He asked doubtfully. "Why are those greenskins acting like this? Without a leader, the greenskins should just fight amongst themselves."

They were greedy, thirsty for victory and power, and would never yield to a guy they had never seen. The lieutenant colonel's doubts were not unreasonable, but Taylor had not yet figured it out.

But the greenskins started to move again at this moment. The evil wind blew across the battlefield, bringing the smell of sulfur. Taylor even felt disgusted and nauseous about it.

He saw the steaming metal monster begin to move forward, while Imperial artillery fire fell like raindrops.

But those things now had blue shields above their heads.

"Plasma shield?" the lieutenant colonel exclaimed.

"This kind of technology doesn't look like something the greenskins would make."

Taylor frowned. "Don't underestimate them. Who knows? We need to find a way to solve this."

He sighed. How many times today had this happened? First it was Chaos, then the Greenskins. Ever since the pea soup in the morning, nothing had gone right.

There is a saying that goes, the morning is the most important time of the day!
After thinking about it, it was probably the peas that caused the problem.

He took his bad luck for granted without thinking, and at the same time, the green mecha began to fire heavy artillery, which was a crude weapon similar to the warhead of an RPG.

However, with the support of the greenskins' power, the power of that kind of artillery shell has been proven to be able to penetrate the Empire's main battle tanks.

Of course, this report is not recognized by the mainstream academic circles of the Empire and the Empire's Forging World.

They believed that the artillery batteries blessed by Om Messiah were strong enough to withstand any attack. At least this was "true" for most imperial people.

As for Taylor, he was clearly on the heretical side.

After all, faith cannot serve as armor. Compared to this so-called research, he believes more in iron and armor.

When the rockets flew towards him at a speed that could not trigger the void shield, the lieutenant colonel subconsciously closed his eyes in fear.

When the explosion sounded, the lieutenant colonel opened his eyes, and then he stared in amazement at the fortress walls that had been reinforced by Taylor, which now easily deflected the bullets like a perfect deflection armor.

That was a nice angle to avoid triggering the Greenskin explosives while still bouncing them to the ground.

But when he looked at Taylor, he found that this man actually watched the explosive hit him without saying a word.

If it explodes at this distance, he will definitely die.

This is how much confidence one has in one's own skills...

Taylor was actually so frightened that his legs were weak. He had no idea what to do. Although he had seen walls bounce off shells, the last time he encountered such a weapon was a super-model weapon like the Volcano Cannon...

He had just seen a revolving lantern, as if his grandmother was waving in front of the Emperor's throne. He was about to ask why she was there, but was awakened by the Emperor's kind smile and a snap of his fingers.

That snap of his fingers was actually the explosion of a projectile, and the reason he was standing there now, saying nothing, was simply because his legs were too weak to walk.

The lieutenant colonel said kindly at this moment. "Sir, do you need to be transferred?"

Taylor feigned composure and replied, "No."

He needs to slow down.

As Taylor recovered his strength as quickly as possible, suddenly, a yellow energy body flashed.

Next, three or four giant green-skinned bosses wearing black armor, with long fangs and looking weird suddenly appeared on the fortress wall, passing through the artillery fire and void shield.

They were all three or four meters tall, much larger even than the Space Marines, and the armor on their bodies had obvious traces of splicing and welding.

This is too thoughtful!

They were now only a few dozen meters away from Taylor, but for those super-heavy armored vehicles, it was almost face to face.

Taylor's legs were so weak and numb that he could hardly run.

Taylor actually recognized the light just now. It was the teleportation ability of the Space Marine Terminator Armor, an ancient and unstable technology!
Speaking of which, they were armed with heavy lightning claws and submachine guns, and they looked like...

Terminator armor?!

(End of this chapter)