Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 309 This powerful thigh is destined to be used for escape!

Three heavy Land Raider tanks and dozens of Space Marines now cut into the Empire's rear just to intercept Taylor.

Even the veterans of the Skadi Guard and the Sisters of Silence didn't have enough manpower to resist those things.

The melta gun can destroy one, and Frenstein can deal with...

Just like Tian Ji's horse racing, it is not impossible for a bad horse to defeat a good horse.

But what about the losses? What about the chances? Taylor had already made the calculations in his mind.

There was no way they could escape unscathed, but sacrificing most of their brothers like that was not his way.

He just felt a sharp pain in his head, dizziness and the world was spinning.

Those raised black muzzles were like deadly weapons, making Taylor's usually clear mind spin.

He breathed rapidly, then thought for a moment, and finally shouted.

"Hold your fire!"

He strode out of Frenstein, holding a chainsword made from the blade of the Swarm Tyrant and striding like a gladiator.

He held the bolter in his right hand and wore the azure armor of Macragge, causing both the Imperial Guard and the enemy to hesitate for a long time.

He mustered up the courage to approach the enemy and walk into the center of the battle line.

Theoretically, the enemy should open fire at this moment, but as expected, a deep voice interrupted the Chaos Space Marine's aiming.

"Let's see what tricks he has up his sleeve..."

Dragan said with a smile as he sat on the Marauder tank, his legs crossed and playing with two loyalist skulls in his hands.

Next to him, the commander of the Marauder tank, a battle-hardened Death Guard, spoke vigilantly.

"Sir, is that him?"

Dragan replied. "That's him."

"He's always like this, seemingly ordinary and ridiculous, but he can ruin big things."

"He can stir things up. I've seen him subdue that bitch Lucius and even make that witch obey him completely."

"I've seen a lot of weird things in my life, but this one is still unique."

"I have seen him bring the orcs to heel, I have seen his methods of dealing with Chaos. By the grace of Mortarion, I left Lord Typhon, who had done me a great favor, for him..."

"Look carefully, I don't believe he has any other tricks up his sleeve."

Dragan said this, raised his body slightly, lowered his thighs, and looked at Taylor in the middle of the screen as if he was a king watching a performance.

But soon, his expression twitched slightly.

Because Taylor was facing his men and cursing.

"Little Dragan, you want to surround me with just a few people?"

"Remember when I beat you to a pulp in the forest world and you were helpless?"

Dragan's face was slightly distorted at this moment. When everyone thought that the new Chaos Lord would be furious, Dragan laughed.

It was like hearing a joke from an old friend, rather than a provocation from someone.

The Death Guard next to him said in disbelief, "Master, why are you... laughing?"

Dragan said incredulously. "Laughed? Oh, I laughed..."

"There's nothing to be angry about. What he said is true. I was indeed defeated by him."

"But that's nothing. I was just laughing at how clear his chess moves were."

"He's hoping for a chance to survive."

"Obviously, he knew he couldn't beat us, so he decided to fight to get a chance at victory."

"This is a risky move. If it succeeds, we might be defeated. At least without a commander, his assault will be difficult for you to handle."

"If that Frenstein charges in to destroy the command vehicle, we won't be able to effectively chase those guys."

"And I might be defeated by him..." Dragan's heart was burning with passion as he spoke rapidly, as if he was saying something destined. "I'm going to..."

he said.

"Master, this is a trap." The warrior stopped him.

Dragan asked. "So what?"

He walked out of the car, his huge body like a wall, and he walked out of the huge dark green engine quickly and neatly.

At this moment, his body grew larger under the blessing of the plague, reaching a height of two meters and seven. He looked like a huge monster, with countless complex and tangled horns growing on his horrible and twisted helmet.

He, Dragan, walked like the king of the land, while Taylor looked so small, ridiculous, weak and powerless.

Taylor was looking at the Space Marine, whose body was as huge as that of an Ogryn, and he was muttering to himself...

What did you eat to grow so big?!

Dragan said slowly, "I'm here, just as you wanted."

"You insult me, you mock me, and I will grant you what you ask for."

"die."

Taylor took a deep breath of the stagnant, poisonous air.

He gripped his chainsword and said, "It's been a long time since we last met, and now we're finally meeting swords. "Those with different ideologies cannot forge a common purpose" is probably what it means."

"I have no regrets. Now I will prove my point..."

Taylor said this, shouting under the admiring and hopeful gazes of many soldiers.

"Roland boy!"

At this moment, a bright melta bomb was thrown here. At that moment, Dragan stretched out his hand to knock the bomb away, but the strong light still blinded him for a moment.

When he opened his eyes, the chevaux de frise they were on had been melted by the heat, and Frenstein had taken Taylor away from him. The fox-like man smiled and boarded his chariot, leaving only a mess here.

In other words, Taylor's previous clown performances were all for the purpose of getting his soldiers to install explosives!
Looking at the melted metal and the empty battle lines, Dragan was furious that he had fallen for his schemes again, and also furious that he had been unable to resist his temptation...

It was impossible for him to command his army here, and he did not have the ability to chase and intercept the Imperial Guard again!
The Chaos Lord shouted angrily, "Tyler! Just wait! One day I will slaughter you with my blood..."

Having shouted this, Dragan laughed indifferently again.

"Perhaps the time has not come yet. My ridiculous old friend, he still has a long way to go..."

On the other side, enter Frenstein.

Taylor was rubbing his thigh, which was numb from climbing onto the moving Ferenstein. He was still nervous about it; it was like performing a horrific stunt.

At this moment, the cultist girl asked. "How dare you do that! You almost died!"

Taylor took a long breath of the air, which smelled of promethium and motor oil, and then answered.

"Because he's Dragan."

"That kid owes me too much."

"So I knew I could get out."

"Secondly..."

He patted his thighs, which were strong and powerful. He had won the long and short distance running championships in the military academy, all thanks to these two.

He said it almost arrogantly.

"These two treasures bestowed by the Emperor were born to run away."

This sentence made the cult girl laugh uncontrollably, and Taylor was also relaxed by the atmosphere.

Then he looked at the strategic map and said with a slight seriousness, "Okay, now we will meet the Primarch, no matter how things develop..."

"I'm going to curse that bastard Guilliman to death!"

(End of this chapter)