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Chapter 304: Dismantling a Titan to Wake Up the Appetite, Part 1
Taylor's little head was spinning rapidly, and many thoughts flashed through his mind: flames, guns, and fire suppression.

But the Titan's huge body made his ideas collapse one by one, or in other words, Taylor really couldn't think of any good solution except installing heat melt on its joints.

But Chaos is not a fool, they know very well that Titan is the most vulnerable.

Thus were sent great numbers of demons about the Titans, or rather they inhabited the rotting green metal of the Titans, in the deep, dark ancient rust.

It was like a huge mobile beehive. As long as Taylor and the others got close, all kinds of things would jump down.

The infantry had trouble killing the demons quickly, and Taylor's favorite bombing run would be blocked by the Titan's massive body.

Okay, head-on combat?
This is not Taylor's style. He doesn't like to fight a war that is like mud, and he only likes to make the enemy fall into the mud.

But now, Taylor remembered that he had a helper.

After turning on the radio and speaking a few words to a soldier, he barely mustered up the courage to look at the knight mechas and those proud free blades charging forward and gave orders in a low voice.

"Forward, cover the knights!"

Taylor quickly ordered his troops to advance, and a large number of demons began to fall from above the Titan. Their bodies blessed by the loving father could effectively alleviate the impact of landing.

The rotten meat swayed seductively when it hit the ground. Just by looking closely at the juice flowing out under the pressure of gravity and the constantly twisting fat, you can feel how strong their vitality is.

The Destroyer main guns of the Lemanus tank group opened fire in advance at a distance of about 1 kilometer. With the assistance of the Thinker system, the first round of fire suppression seemed to be quite effective.

However, they could not stay far away, because the firepower of the Titan was no joke. The close-in defense guns on the body alone were enough to annihilate the Imperial Guard.

The sight of a thing of that size rampaging across the battlefield was simply outlandish, the massive Titan repeatedly spitting tongues of fire from its many complex weaponry.

Its attack surface was towards the central area where Guilliman was located, and the giant volcano cannons and large-caliber heavy artillery tortured people's eardrums all the time.

Taylor didn't want to deal with this guy at all, but it wasn't something he could just sit back and watch...

Taylor shouted at this moment. "Forward!" Ferenstein shot out like an arrow from a bow.

Its tracks kicked up a cloud of foul dust, while Taylor's guards clung to Frenstein's flanks to protect the command vehicle.

Several teams consisting of Salamander reconnaissance tanks and the famous Ferenstein quickly cut into the Titan's blind spot.

The Titan only has small-caliber anti-infantry machine guns on its feet, and its attack power against armor is almost negligible.

This is a blessing in misfortune.

When the machine guns sprayed the shells on the shell of Frenstein, sparks crackled and the high temperature generated by the friction made people a little agitated, with a knocking sound that was almost like noise.

Taylor was used to it. He couldn't believe that one day he would be able to face the gunfire so calmly, because he trusted his comrades, the engine of war!

Soon, Frenstein was in position as expected. They passed through the Titan's void shield and crossed the dense firepower points, like the heroes praised in the imperial poems.

People focused everything around them, but surrounded by countless demons, several imperial engines were like people stuck in the mud.

But Taylor was not nervous, because the cult girl was covering her nose and speaking in disgust.

"Your plan better work, otherwise I'll kill that guy first..."

Taylor smiled. "Think about it, at least you have a physical body and it's so hard for you to handle it. What if it were those demons?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of unclean ones, plague zombies, and Nurgle beasts began to approach. Those filthy and twisted demons fell from the Titan, making up for its own shooting range shortcomings.

The twisted things approached quickly, but Taylor simply adjusted himself and readied his weapons and equipment. His breath was rapid. "This isn't the first time, no."

He recalled his damn memories, tried his best to stop his heart from pounding, and at the same time raised his grenade and fired at the gap in the armored vehicle.

Of course, the effect of the gun was not very good. The rotten flesh and fat, as well as the expanding gas inside, successfully caused the bomb to get stuck inside the complex tissues.

Even if the secondary acceleration of the bomb exploded inside the demon, causing a large piece of flesh to be viciously gouged out of his stomach, even if it looked bloody and even terrifying.

But the demon is not a problem. Its strong vitality can ensure that it can continue to fight even after its body tissues are pierced.

Even though the bomb tore off a lot of his flesh and blood, he just thought it was funny and raised his rusty machete, ready to pry open Frenstein's shell.

At this moment, Taylor fired a few more shots at him, barely penetrating his head and stopping his damn movement.

This was thanks to the fact that he was using explosive bombs instead of those weird toys the Empire gave him.

But now the space for the Imperial Guard is getting smaller and smaller due to the suppression of demons. Even if Ferenstein can deal with demons with psychic power or explosive bombs, other teams seem to be struggling.

Taylor just watched the demons gather at this point and laughed.

Roland couldn't help but ask, "Boss, are you finally going crazy?"

Taylor cursed. "Go away, don't say anything auspicious."

"How could I possibly be mad? I'm laughing at those damn demons for being so blind that they don't realize their biggest nemesis in this life is right here."

Roland asked doubtfully. "What do you mean?"

Taylor replied. "I asked that cultist girl to use her psionic power to bind the Untouchable's aura, even though she absolutely refused."

"For her, it was probably the equivalent of kissing excrement with her body, but I made an offer she couldn't refuse."

"I'll read the sensual teaching book she gave me when this is over..."

Roland looked incredulous. "Boss, it's not that bad..."

Taylor said. "No, it works!"

He yelled. "Release!"

At this moment, the cult girl smiled painfully, and then a warrior in golden armor walked down from a Salamander tank.

To be exact, those demons looked at Sister Silent as if they had seen a ghost.

In this world, apart from the Emperor's Sword, only the Untouchables can kill them.

They are part of the Father, and only the Emperor and the Sisters of Silence can tear them from the Father's body!
The fat faces of those arrogant demons were filled with fear, and they scattered and screamed like a group of mortals seeing a monster.

But they were too close to the nun, and the nun's sharp blessed sword cut off several monsters' heads in an instant, and then she picked up her fine bombs and started slaughtering.

Taylor shouted without hesitation. "Clear the enemies! They can't be resurrected! Kill one and it's a bloody victory!"

At this moment, the demons felt for the first time the emotions of the mortals they usually slaughtered...

If there were any survivors of this massacre, he would probably be filled with fear just by seeing Taylor's face!
(End of this chapter)