Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 324 Skadi's First Chosen Group
During this time, Frenstein was roughly renovated by Roland in the hangar. He replaced the heavy flamethrower with a hot melt and upgraded the engine to provide more energy to support the firing of the hot melt.

However, such heavy equipment could not be installed on an armored transport vehicle like the Frenstein, so the number of thermal melt firings was limited to about two times.

Even with a beefed-up engine, the mech could still be crippled after more than two melta shots.

This transformation is not considered a strengthening. It can only be said that the focus of Franstein's attack has changed from group to single target. More importantly, the enemies they encounter now are no longer things that can be easily killed by knocking them down.

They are either smart or agile, and in the same situation, heat is obviously more helpful than fire.

Taylor was amazed at this small modification at the moment. After all, flamethrowers can be carried by soldiers, but ordinary people cannot use hot melts.

At first, the limitation of the Melt was the price. Now he can distribute as many as he wants. At present, it seems that the biggest flaw of the Melt is the range.

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There are so many monsters and demons in this universe that even a dog can tear off a mortal's head in an instant.

Even though the individual combat capability of the Skadi Regiment is now far superior to that of Kashejin of Cadia, fighting in close combat against those things is still a bit too abstract.

The melta thing has become very embarrassing because of this. To be precise, Taylor can only use the melta well at the moment.

After all, distance is the lifeline on the battlefield, and the single-shot attribute of the melta also makes the fault tolerance rate much lower. There are actually not many strong men like Roland who can hold the melta and attack the big demon in the entire empire.

Thinking of this, Taylor felt a little sorry for his brothers. These guys could achieve great things anywhere, but now they are gathered here, and not even a single one of them can get promoted or make money.

The highest-ranking officer among his group is only Major, and it is Ms. Katie, who has always had a good conduct. After all, she is really willing to write reports.

But Taylor never wanted to be a general. After all, the greater the responsibility, the more troubles there would be.

Thinking of this, he felt that he was actually very lucky, but with a sense of guilt, he finally said it out loud for some unknown reason.

"Thank you for your help along the way. If it weren't for your help, I probably wouldn't be here today."

Roland wiped the oil off his palms and said, "Boss, that's not like you."

"We good brothers have always lived and died together, so there's no need to be grateful."

"Without the boss, the brothers would have died under the green guns long ago!"

Miss Lightlin nodded quickly, and Ms. Katie also put down the information in her hand and looked at her boss.

They sensed something was wrong, and Taylor just said it.

"What are you looking at? Of course we're going to fight!"

"This time we're bringing dozens of Space Marines. They'll be riding Thunderwolves and carrying motorboats, while our brothers will be riding in Chimera armored vehicles."

"Sister Krieger is already handling those things. We'll be heading out in half an hour!"

Taylor awkwardly changed the subject and rubbed his nose.

Roland finished with Ferenstein and said, "That's not like you, boss."

"Why are you so proactive today?"

Taylor said. "It's all for those Primaris."

"You should be grateful for what you have received, and you should be soft-hearted."

"What do you think the barbecue we eat on the boat tastes like?"

Roland sipped his saliva. "Fat but not greasy, tender but not dry. Sliced and fried, it's my favorite meal in a while."

Taylor said. "Like that? Guilliman paid the bill!"

"Our vehicles, engines, and combat equipment were all given to us by Guilliman!"

"The Primarch has given us so many green lights!"

"To be honest, I don't like to owe others too much, even if that person is Guilliman, a Primarch." "So listen up, boys, you all eat so much and are fat, thanks to Master Guilliman paying for it, so work hard!"

"But remember, don't let those wolf cubs have it too easy. If possible, send a few demons in to show them what they can do."

"Everyone remember, we are here to show the Space Wolves the strengths of the Primaris Space Marines, not just to carry out a mission."

Having said that, the brothers raised their heads and said.

"Don't worry, Boss, we will definitely take care of those younger ones! Even if they are almost two meters and five feet tall! Haha!"

"Not even as tall as the greenskin boss I killed!"

They sang in unison until the Space Marines came.

The long-fanged elite veterans of the Space Wolves and Taylor's Fenris champion friend, it was obvious that someone had made a huge investment.

At the same time, the Primaris captain wearing the new armor also saluted Taylor and the Space Wolves warriors who arrived almost at the same time as them.

However, the Space Wolves who were on standby nearby came over and ignored the recruits as if they didn't see them.

The wolf warrior who was familiar to Taylor approached Taylor with a few long-fanged veterans.

The wolf brother leaned against Taylor's shoulder and whispered, "What is this kid doing?"

Taylor said in surprise. "Salute! Is that the courtesy from the lower to the upper?"

The wolf warrior said in disbelief. "What is that?"

Taylor spent some time introducing this concept. After all, in the eyes of the Space Wolves, who were similar to the Vikings, there was no such thing as superiors and subordinates.

There is only a difference between the old wolf and the cub!

Obviously, such behavior only deepened the gap between them. If an outsider did this, it would not matter, but it happened to be the son of Guilliman.

Taylor had to interrupt them at this point. "It's almost time to go."

"We have to rescue Fenris quickly. Let Frenstein lead the way. My car is the fastest!"

Brother Wolf nodded. "That's true...but why are you so strange today?"

Taylor said guiltily. "Nothing, I just hope to get down to safety soon."

"Oh my God! This place is truly suffocating. God, by the Emperor, when will we be able to escape the contamination of demons and Chaos?"

Roland secretly put his arm against Taylor's and said, "Boss... you're a bit exaggerated, just like an opera singer!"

Taylor coughed and asked Ferenstein to move forward, completely hindering those guys' wild thoughts with his actions.

When the hangar door opened, a large number of demons began to move forward, trying to break through.

At the same time, at the outpost near the gate, the Wild Wolf warriors raised their weapons and shot at the demons!
Amidst the hail of bullets and psychic bullets, Ferenstein moved forward without hesitation, while Taylor was no longer afraid.

Because he knew how hard his Flannstein was.

Especially when a few ignorant demon engines were about to stop it, Taylor couldn't help laughing after the lathe made a tearing sound.

"Hahaha! Crash those bastards to death!"

"Tell them to disturb my vacation!"

On the stage of Ferenstein, the cultist girl said worriedly, "Is the boss okay?"

Roland said. "Probably nothing..."

(End of this chapter)