Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 283 The Demon of Catachan
The three-eyed rot fly flew low across the sky.

Those chaotic eyes were getting closer and closer to the camp. Although the Empire's snipers quickly cleared out those guys, it still seemed to remind Taylor.

After he made the boast, there was not much time left.

The enemy would definitely realize that it was a forest because it looked pitch black on the strategic map, although the Empire had deliberately misled them by placing several watchtowers to distract attention.

But Taylor could probably guess.

They have locked onto the location of the fortress.

However, Taylor did not do nothing during this period. To be precise, he arranged for soldiers to reinforce the fortress.

Although it is a drop in the bucket, it takes into account that the enemy will also lack heavy units due to the muddy forest.

From this perspective, a few concrete slabs might determine the future of humanity...

Although it was just consolation, Taylor's focus was clear, which was to quickly gather a fast guerrilla team.

Because the Catachans are so few in number, the usual elite tactic is not actually reliable.

They can indeed kill enemies effectively, relying on the promethium incendiary bombs or Catachan knives in their hands.

A good Heavy Shotgun, or a Storm Howitzer that's more than enough to kill your enemies.

But there was a shortage of troops, so Taylor asked Catachan to lead the new recruits.

Truth be told, they have a strong sense of nationality, and call any Imperial born on anything other than a Death World a "Meek."

To them, if they were not born in a notorious place like Cadia or Fenris, they were not even considered a qualified Catachan friend.

Taylor was an exception, after all, his meeting with the Catachan Infantry Regiment was not a pleasant one.

He was accepted more because he had taken a Catachan blade from the orcs.

That was his privilege, but it wasn't so easily recognized for others.

Catachan is a cruel place. Spartan education is considered mild there, let alone the people living in this garden world?

He had to persuade those guys to join the battle with a group of new soldiers. Although the locals of this forest world were quite capable, they were probably just babies compared to the Catachans.

High mortality rates and Catachan soldiers attempting to sabotage those who are affected are common, but the locals' aversion to Chaos and resilience have resulted in many being accepted by Catachan.

It's like going from a baby to a teenager.

But in Catachan terms, they were far from being adults.

But it's enough.

This special team bought Taylor a considerable amount of time in the following period, and Taylor played his subjective initiative.

The first step is to seal food and ensure water sources to support them in long-term combat.

Then they need to organize the intelligence and find out how many types of viruses the chaos forces here can use, so as to determine how many drugs they need to treat a patient most accurately.

Although there may not be enough medicine, it is better than everyone lying in bed.

They also began making explosives using the bullets and bombs that were readily available in the Imperial Guard.

After all, without sufficient firepower, there is no way to threaten the demons. Therefore, if ordinary people want to be able to kill monsters, they must be given enough destructive power.

The engineering team worked almost day and night to rush to produce explosives and grenades. At the same time, some homemade mines became the few usable things in the narrow and humid forest.

Thorn thunder, as the name suggests.

The thunder that stabbed out.

The materials are mines and wooden sticks, the longer the better. Although it is disposable, it will become one of the few means for ordinary soldiers to kill demons in close combat.

Colonel Catachan was actually quite disdainful of this, after all, she had seen the training process on the mine.

Basically, a soldier is tremblingly holding an extra-long bamboo pole and stabbing it quickly and fearfully at a wooden board.

This is not the style of the imperial elite.

But it couldn't resist the praise from the soldiers.

Sometimes adapting to local conditions is also a solution.

In this way, after a large number of explosives and sting mines were produced, Taylor had a rare confidence.

Perhaps it was the emperor's blessing, but the stench finally arrived about three days after the engineering team completed their target.

But this time, rather than the sentinel's scream, it was a sky-high explosion that woke up most people.

The flammable material mixed with a large amount of promethium ignited flames on the ground, and the foul stench became even more disgusting under the high temperature.

This was more useful than any alarm. The soldiers covered their noses and looked towards the toilet. After confirming that it was not a rebellion in the bathroom, they began to prepare for battle.

The first enemies they encountered were the Catachan warriors, who were called Catachan Demons. This meant that their coming-of-age ceremony required them to hunt down a train-sized creature called a Catachan Demon.

It is an honor and the best rite of passage for the forest warriors on this planet, to kill a true demon.

At first, sporadic gunshots broke out in the forest. Even Taylor couldn't see the specific situation clearly. It was like haze and ghosts were slowly swallowing up the devil.

Soon, several Unclean Ones suddenly exploded, intending to use the massive amount of virus and corruption in their bodies to force out the Catachan warriors, but the only answer they received was raging flames.

The promethium injectors successfully cleansed away much of the virus, but the rest was unable to penetrate the Catachans' healthy, bronzed muscles and their convictions.

Taylor turned on the radio and asked urgently, "What's the situation now, Colonel?"

A gruff female voice replied, "Even the frogs back home can't compare to them!"

Taylor replied helplessly. "That's true."

It seems that there is no problem with the first line of defense, but many demons have already broken through to the front of the camp.

Taylor was not one of those stupid imperial officers who only knew how to defend and dodge. He had already prepared gifts under the feet of those demons, but obviously those fat and bloated rotten flesh didn't know it yet.

When a huge corrupted spirit stepped on an anti-armor mine, he raised his foot in confusion and looked to see if something was wrong.

But before his stupid mind could comprehend the situation, he saw violent sparks erupting from his crotch.

Many corrupted zombies and Nurglings who had left before him were sent into the sky by bombs before they even knew what was rumbling.

At the same time, the dense treetops in the forest provide excellent air defense, and corrupt dragons or flies that lose their speed advantage become prey to be killed by the soldiers.

Taylor took a breath as the storm created by the explosion blew over, carrying the stench of Nurgle's demonic body.

Yes, that’s the taste…

He dry heaved for a while, but stubbornly refused to shut down his olfactory system.

after all.

He has to rely on his nose to know.

How many demons have been killed at this moment!

(End of this chapter)