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Chapter 27: The Inevitable Battle, Part 6
Laser guns and explosive bombs were fired at the same time. The wolf standing on the car body was like a killing machine, wielding the chainsaw sword to kill the greenskins one by one.

The agreement fell apart, whether because of the greenskins' greed or because the leader could not suppress the desire of his own boy.

The war broke out again. Taylor almost immediately picked up the grenade launcher and shot at the other greenskins, while Frenstein moved towards the end of the canyon at maximum speed.

Countless laser guns extended from the firing holes and attacked the greenskins in all directions.

Because of the suddenness and chaos, the orcs were not prepared and only relied on desire to move forward. In contrast, the 15th squad not only had one Space Marine, but also had advance preparations.

The well-rested Class 15 broke through the green tide of orcs like a rotten wood and continued to move forward. Just before leaving the canyon, a huge green-skinned killing iron can jumped down from the pass.

Click, bang!
The mechanical behemoth rammed its own hydraulic clamps and the rotating chain saw gears. Its blue and white paint job looked shabby, revealing an abnormal and lamentable indifference.

It uttered a harsh, electronic insult. "What the hell, if I take your head and the leader's head, I can start Leo Ku!"

Taylor cursed silently. "Little brain, big ambition, and Leo Ku..."

But he really didn't have any anti-armor weapons. Although he had killed many green engines by accident, he had never won a head-on victory.

Taylor asked the Space Marine. "Are there any more melta bombs?"

The wolf scratched his messy hair. "We used it all up inside that war fortress!"

He touched the inside of his tactical armor again, where several temporary storage points popped up.

He corrected himself. "No, there's one more, but it's a timed melta bomb for breaching doors. It needs to be installed, and we probably don't have the time or opportunity!"

Taylor muttered helplessly.

"Look at you, you were trying to be a hero, and now you're done for!"

He looked at the mecha, a large head, like a can, with a white icon painted on a green skin.

Four weapons were pointed at them simultaneously.

Taylor had already begun to wonder whether he would be killed by the large-caliber machine guns on the waists of those cans, or cut by the chainsaw gears, or die in the worst possible situation.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking that he could only rely on his usual luck. As a last resort, he picked up the explosives and faced the behemoth.

He muttered this to himself. "I'm willing to never win at poker in my lifetime in exchange for this. Emperor, please save me!" he grumbled softly.

Then he let out a terrifying scream, which was also the embodiment of his fear.

"Ahhhh!"

But now even the warrior from the Wolf Pack was inspired by this battle cry which was considered top-notch in Fenris!
When the bomb hit the green mecha and sparks flew, the huge engine laughed loudly.

Similar to the Knight Mech, this behemoth is also driven by spinal connections, and its driver can feel that the body and himself are one.

However, the Knight Mech relied on the interface of the dark technological age, while they chose to open the driver's skull and back and sew it in.

This makes the Green Mech cheaper and faster, and the tactile feedback can also be provided, so that the bomb attack really becomes a tickle.

But tickling doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, when a bomb happens to cut into the engine's monitor, which is also the eye.

Shards of tempered glass cracked out.

The next moment, the greenskin let out a terrible roar.

"Ahhh!"

He was blinded, slashing around with his weapon, and Taylor yelled, "Charge!"

Ferenstein galloped like a horse that had broken free from its reins. It penetrated the right side of the Ork mecha, and its sharp blade grazed the Space Marine and Taylor's heads, making Taylor almost feel that his life was coming to an end.

Looking at the rising sun in the distance, Taylor finally breathed a sigh of relief. He sped across the plains, Ferenstein's tracks stirring up mud. The man from the Wolf Pack held up his head and asked Taylor, "What should we do about this?"

Taylor looked at the smelly head with rolled eyes and said, "Throw it away! I won't let you have it for dinner!"

The tone was like talking to the Husky that brought garbage to his home.

The soldier from the Wolf Regiment threw it in front of the car, and then the car body shook, and the heavy tracks rolled over it, leaving only a ball of rotten meat.

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the greenskin's engine behind him being blocked by the blind killing tin can.

"I need to go back and eat something good, otherwise I won't be able to recover..."

He smiled and looked into the distance, only to find a heavy truck driving towards him emitting black smoke!

Taylor looked closely and found that it was the damn Blood Axe leader. He was driving a truck and chasing after him. The engine, which was almost 5 meters high, was densely covered with green skins!

Taylor felt his scalp tingle, and at the same time, pretending to be calm, he shouted, "Alien, do you have any questions?!"

The chief replied. "Head!"

"Give me your head!"

Taylor wasn't surprised, but they had just thrown that thing away!
God knows how strong his obsession is. Secondly, Taylor also realized that he came out with heavy firepower not only to get his head, but maybe also to get his and the Space Marines' heads.

After all, no one would despise rights, and the greenskins were certainly no exception. Taylor almost imagined that he would shoot himself after getting the head.

At this moment, he thought about it and suddenly an idea came to him.

He asked the Wolf Pack warrior. "Thermal bombs."

The Husky, no, the Space Wolf took out the thing obediently, and Taylor wrapped it with several pieces of cloth and started the timer at the same time.

He handed the thing to the Space Marine, and the wolf realized that things were getting interesting.

He grinned and threw the melta bomb with accurate throw. The boss caught it. He kissed the "head" and said.

"Haha, you are so stupid, go die now!"

He put his head under his butt to make sure no greenskins stole anything, then picked up his gun and prepared to attack Taylor.

But he soon realized that the head was a bit hard. If humans didn't eat meat and ate it until only bones were left, then...

His face changed drastically and he stood up immediately, but the countdown had already reached the end.

Here Taylor saw the signature flash of the melta weapon, the intense heat from the explosion, and the sizzling sound of boiling air.

Sounds very tempting.

One third of the huge war engine had now been evaporated, and most of the greenskins had become garbage stuck to the car, with only the tires pushing forward with a pile of molten metal.

Taylor once again lamented his good fortune and believed that everything was just luck. Although he was a little smart and vigilant, he was still very scared.

Adventure is not his hobby. He would rather approve documents in the office and be a permanent civil servant of the empire.

Just as he sighed, the Space Wolves warrior grabbed his cheek and gave him a greasy and bloody kiss.

Taylor retched in disgust, but the wolf said, "I'm going to tell my story! The bards of Fenris will surely love it!"

Taylor replied immediately. "That's not necessary!"

(End of this chapter)