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Chapter 262: Hundred Eyes Attack, Part 2
The Chaos Space Marines are almost old rivals to Taylor.

No matter how they tried to attack him, he always had a way to deal with them with the least manpower, but this time the situation was different from usual.

The reason is very simple, that is, the soldiers under his current command are neither the elite of Cadia nor the veteran brothers who have fought side by side with him.

But a group of people who were refugees two months ago.

This is not because Taylor doubts their fighting ability. On the contrary, the Kamaz people's martial character and culture make each of them a hero.

Having experienced Chaos invasions and attacks by giant mutant creatures, many of them have become elite soldiers by Imperial standards.

But this does not mean that they can rival Space Marines.

Now Taylor's Skadi elites are scattered throughout the fortress, making it difficult to gather them quickly, and most of the Kamaz guards are only equipped with laser guns and makeshift light rifles.

They're little more than punching bags, especially against Space Marines.

If Taylor were given a few more months, he was confident that he could obtain more good weapons and equipment and trained veterans.

But now the Hundred Eyes came so suddenly that the entire fortress had little combat power to threaten them.

Taylor stroked the chainsaw sword at his waist, as if to give himself more peace of mind.

But the effect is actually very limited.

His wars have always relied on elite troops fighting elite troops, maintaining low-intensity losses.

Before, he was able to fight to support the war, but now he had to give up that advantage and turn to thinking of ways to use mortals to delay the Space Marines.

He quickly ordered the soldiers on the platform to disperse, confident that they would not collapse in the face of the Chaos Angels.

If they are broken up into pieces, the laser guns from all directions are enough to pose a threat to the Space Marines.

At the same time, in order to ensure the survival of the soldiers, he required them to only fire blindly at the enemy.

That is, just extend your palm, or even just the muzzle of a gun, to avoid your head being blown off in an instant.

After all, bullets can be remade, but good soldiers will be gone once they are used up!

This method did pose a threat to the Space Marines at first, and the soldiers were hit in the palm at most.

If those Space Marines were to charge into close combat, they would be beaten like headless flies.

Giving up defense is equivalent to the mindless discharge of dozens of laser guns.

Even heavy ceramite armor has a price to pay.

But there is a limit to the number of bullets, and the number of magazines an imperial soldier can carry is only about 5 to 6.

One magazine can hold 40 rounds.

In other words, when all the bullets are unleashed, mortals will face endless angry Space Marines and rapidly spinning chainsaw swords.

But this is exactly what Taylor wants. When emotions are unstable, the effect of psychic power will be much greater!

As the projectiles began to weaken, the Chaos Space Marines emerged from their cover and prepared to charge, their emotions reaching their limit as the bloodbath and death ensued.

Until an extremely charming moan interrupted their thoughts. At that moment, the Space Marines' brains almost stopped working.

Then Taylor took out a melta mine from the Red Angel's armory with a distressed look and quickly threw it into them.

The explosion began in a blazing flash and ended with the deaths of two Chaos Space Marines.

The heavy armor of the two Iron Warriors members was dissolved in an instant, and their flesh was exposed, and was dissolved by the laser almost instantly.

The remaining Space Marines took evasive action immediately. The death of their brothers made them calm down again, and they turned to a war of attrition like poisonous snakes.

They began to snipe away the Imperial Guard members who stretched out their hands one by one. Even if they just broke their palms, it would be very terrifying for mortals.

Firearms weren't invincible; a single explosive round was enough to render a person incapable of combat. So Taylor ordered the soldiers to halt their attacks, and soon, the entire platform fell into an inexplicable silence.

There were people behind every bunker, and both the Space Marines and the Imperial Guard began to stalemate.

Such a situation is definitely beneficial to Taylor who is fighting at home. After all, as long as he can delay until his brothers come to support him, the Space Marines will not be able to resist the heavy firepower.

It's just that they all forgot the existence of the Night Lords.

Even the cultist ladies could not sense those ghostly creatures. They inherited the fear and death of the Primarch, and their techniques of hiding and warfare were truly perfect.

When Taylor sensed something was wrong, he discovered that the radio had lost signal.

He said hurriedly. "No, there is..."

At this moment, a tactical dagger stabbed at him. He immediately activated the server of the power armor and, with the assistance of the engine, fought back with the swordsmanship of the Primarch.

At the first encounter, the Space Marine's blade was knocked out of his hand by the chainsaw sword.

He immediately began to retreat into the shadows, but how could Taylor miss this opportunity?
He pulled out a bomb and shot at the assassin, while the cultist girl chanted a spell.

In that instant, they killed another Space Marine.

As the traitor's blood flowed from the cracks in his armor, they completed a miraculous kill.

Taylor felt his heart beating non-stop, but the Chaos attack still did not stop. The remaining three Chaos Space Marines quickly left the bunker, ready to kill Taylor and the cultist girl.

Their judgment was correct. The soldiers here had been cleared out by the Fangs of the Night Lords, and Taylor was obviously unable to resist the simultaneous attack of three super soldiers.

But they miscalculated one thing: they wasted too much time.

As they came out of the bunker, the imperial soldiers also arrived.

Sister Lightlin came with the nobles’ personal guards, all elite soldiers wearing armor.

Brother Roland brought the Lion Guard with him. Although they were mortal versions, they also had a strong fighting will.

Ms. Katie restarted the Skyfire system, preventing Chaos from increasing its forces.

Those Chaos Space Marines chose to surrender without hesitation.

They raised their hands and spoke without dignity or honor.

"You win."

If they weren't wearing the heavy armor of Space Marines, Taylor would have thought that there were a few soldiers stuffed among them.

He asked in confusion. "What's going on? You're Space Marines!"

The guys answered. "Space Marines?"

"We were only half-forced to join by that Hundred Eyes guy. He used threats and inducements, saying that this was a gathering place for ordinary mortals, so we came here."

"The result? This is a tough situation. Three of our brothers died!"

"There's no need for us to continue fighting..."

"Come on, give us something to eat and drink, and preferably a clean place to sleep."

"We'll talk about everything."

Taylor said, stunned. "It seems that without honor and a Chapter, even a Space Marine becomes a coward..."

"Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you."

"Take them all to the basement and lock them up!"

(End of this chapter)