Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 35 Behemoth, Part 3
The swarm has its own way of doing things. They will estimate whether the consumption and residue of biomass are sufficient to attack the place, in other words.

They will gather resources and fight back.

Apparently, Titanium held its own in the first round, but Taylor could still see the bugs in the distance hunting fish from the ocean.

Once they have eaten and drunk their fill, more deaths will come.

The most terrifying thing was that Taylor realized how clean the battlefield was. Apart from the spilled blood, there was not a single corpse here, whether it was insect or titanium.

In other words, they successfully recycled most of the biomass, and this defense gained us nothing except time.

Not only did they lose soldiers, but they also provided more supplies to the enemy. The Zerg's strategy of fighting to support themselves was truly terrifying.

Taylor had already started thinking about how to write a suicide note. Would metal or iron be better, or would stone or plastic be safer?

He wondered to whom his inheritance should be passed on, his mother on his home planet, or the factory owner who had helped him join the Astra Militarum.

This is not pessimism. After all, their opponent is not a weak race, but a huge beast, just like Behemoth in the Bible.

The Swarm was one, their opponent a single monster, that horrible thing.

Actually, there is still a chance.

The larger the organism, the slower its reaction. This is the law of nature. For a behemoth like the Behemoth Swarm, the Hive Mind naturally cannot control every node.

So they created nodal organisms, which are places like ganglia, blood vessels, and so on.

As long as the monster is killed, other creatures will get out of control, such as the warrior bugs and the storm bugs.

But to be honest, I fight node creatures?
Even Space Marines could be easily ripped apart by those monsters. Taylor couldn't help but look at his own small body and make clear his current situation.

It’s better to send the pension back home...

Looking at the light of the plasma shield, Taylor felt a little safe. He drank the energy drink distributed by the Titanium Clan, which tasted like a light version of Red Bull. At the same time, he missed the bitter Reka coffee of the Empire for the first time.

He missed the Emperor...

For the first time, Taylor realized how safe the mountain cannons and Hydra anti-aircraft vehicles were, as well as those big, square-faced heavy ships, void shields and space marines.

Now he wanted to watch the Imperial Skyhawk and the Skull sleep in peace, instead of being here and startling a bunch of blueskins and traitors.

Thinking of this, Taylor's inner vigilance increased.

Suddenly, a hand rested on Taylor's shoulder.

Taylor has always had good mental management.

At least, he did not have the PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) problem common among veterans of the Imperial Guard, but he was so alert now that he subconsciously used the melee defense techniques that he had learned thousands of times.

A blue shadow flew out from beside Taylor and then fell heavily to the ground. She let out a clear scream, then lay on the ground, looking at Taylor angrily.

She spoke for a moment in a language Taylor couldn't understand, and then a white device next to her mouth translated it into Gothic.

In fact, it is not as good as what the Water Clan leaders said. Secondly, this should be AI technology, that is, artificial intelligence, which is strictly restricted in the empire and can be called a curse.

"That hurts, human. Be careful."

"Although I thank you, heroic human being, for the Greater Good, and you are very kind, I am still angry."

After a burst of Gothic language and gestures, Taylor roughly understood that she was the Titanium girl who was almost killed by the Sky Witch, and she came to thank him.

Taylor waved his hand nonchalantly and told her to get lost. Everyone might die now, and he was in no mood to dwell on all that mess.

But she still persisted, speaking in broken Gothic. "Frenstein, lend me the node creature, kill it."

Taylor probably understood that she wanted to assassinate the high-level node creature.

Those higher nodes are like the backbone of the insect swarm. If a person's spine is broken, disability is only a mild problem, and direct death and paralysis are not impossible.

As long as enough warrior bugs are killed, those terrifying, uniform, and orderly swarms of bugs will turn into beasts driven only by their own desires, becoming weak and ridiculous.

But Taylor still waved her off. It was pointless. The warrior bug's combat power far surpassed that of an ordinary human. Even the elite Tau in combat uniforms might not be able to defeat it. Moreover, they would not be facing an ordinary squad leader, but a high-ranking warrior as powerful as an orc leader.

They are only equivalent to the officers of the empire, real commanders, such as the violent army, who are never seen by ordinary people!
In other words, they are the chosen ones of the hive mind, a powerful being similar to the Emperor's chosen ones.

For Taylor, this assassination would probably have been possible only if it had been carried out by a figure like the Captain of the Second Company of the Ultramarines, or a legendary saint like Saint Rustin.

Even if it is a little bit more, the legendary space warrior Titus or the imperial hero commissar Kane or Gant, or the old one-eyed e-god choice will be enough.

As for yourself?

Taylor looked at his thin arms and legs.

Will the Emperor choose him?

What a joke.

Could he take the enemy's head from a swarm of insects? Even if a Space Marine came, it would be difficult enough, let alone having to deal with a high-ranking warrior insect with a level comparable to that of an ordinary Space Marine Chapter Master?

Taylor gave a bitter smile that was almost mocking, but the Titanium thought that Taylor felt he was too weak.

she mustered up the courage to say.

"I can give everything for this."

At the same time, she gently unbuttoned the top of her combat uniform.

Taylor immediately shook her hand for emphasis.

"I don't like Tau girls!"

Then she answered. "Let Nova come, okay."

Taylor rolled his eyes. What on earth was this stubborn temper like...it seemed a bit familiar to him.

He stood up helplessly at this moment, comparing the physique of the female fire warrior who was about 1.7 meters tall.

He asked. "That's enough. You can't be a match for a samurai bug."

The woman said.

"Then fight me in close combat. If you defeat me, I will give up."

Taylor asked. "Huh?"

This extreme sister of the Supreme Good Dao drew out her Blade of Unity and slashed at Taylor. When the blade hit the metal table and sparks flew, Taylor finally got angry.

He clamped the weapon and pressed it against her neck, defeating her in an instant.

After all, most people forget that Taylor is a tough guy who can fight Genestealers in close combat.

He also had a very high overall score in the military academy, but he just didn't like fighting.

Such a commotion made most of the Titanium Alliance Army and the Titanium Clan look sideways.

Taylor also heard the little bastards in his own team shouting.

"Boss! Beat her up!"

"Tear off her clothes!"

"Boss, you can do it!"

Then someone whistled.

Taylor cursed. "I'm here to spar! Why are you acting like I'm trying to molest you? Get the hell out of here!"

(End of this chapter)