Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 363: What a great version of Cadia 2.0!

The Valkyrie gunship flew through the turbid air of the Vigilant Star, and the heavy sand and dust in the atmosphere were constantly scraping the hull of the Valkyrie gunship.

It sounded like sandpaper scraping against the outside of the Imperial's engines, like a hurricane blowing against the Valkyrie's plasma engines.

"It's really disturbing."

Taylor looked at the promethium lamp above his head. Inside the gunboat, where the windows could not be opened due to weather conditions, several big men, including Ferenstein hanging below, were silently waiting for the landing to be completed.

Taylor could imagine his good partner Ferenstein swinging constantly on the magnetic grabber, and he could also imagine the scene where the gunboat they were carrying could be shot down at any time in mid-air.

Frankly speaking, he could hardly stop his wild thoughts. To be precise, he had never trusted the so-called aircraft in his life.

People don’t have wings!

He shouldn't be here!

Taylor has an innate fear of anything that he can't jump off to escape, but the giant void ship can always deceive Taylor with its exaggerated size of several kilometers.

Or, while he could still see the scenery below the atmosphere, he could use his thoughts to distract himself from those worries, which were not serious.

At least it's much better than facing your own fears or the enemies of the empire!

But now, he has to face the current situation.

That is, he is soaring in the atmosphere inside a pitch-black iron box, and outside there are things that can kill him at any time.

For example, anti-aircraft firepower, flying demons, and even a few grotesque alien creatures.

It wasn't until Valsili landed inside the fortress and its window opened that Taylor realized he had survived.

This is much scarier for him than a free fall in a Ferrari!
The descent is long and terrifying, and fraught with both deadly and unnatural possibilities.

Death seemed to be roaring in my ears.

Of course, all of this was gone by the time Taylor stepped off the transport plane…

Yet?

When Taylor smelled a sickening odor of spores on the battlefield, several clumps of green flesh were pushed away from the tarmac by mortal servants.

Only then did Taylor see the grinning head, which was lying on the ground with its eyes open, rolling around under the push of the broom.

Of course, of course, he knew this thing, knew it very well, even quite familiar with it.

Taylor half-knelt down and looked at the head with its eyes glaring at people, the dark green skin and the protruding canine teeth.

Taylor said to Karga, who came to greet him. "It seems our opponent is my old friend."

Calgar didn't answer, but picked up the storm bombs, holding one in each hand, and fired at the orcs outside the apron at the same time.

Those Storm Orc boys who were flying in the air and trying to break in, with rocket propellants on their backs, soaring like assault space marines, were hit directly by the bullets.

The projectiles that spat out of Calgar's hands were like heavy, continuous projectiles coming from the Hydra anti-aircraft vehicle.

A burst of orange-yellow bombs expanded noisily, and then a series of long golden lines slid out in the sky. As they gradually dissipated, they became fatal points and fell on the heads of the green boys one by one.

The explosives penetrated the flesh and ignited the unstable rocket launchers behind the Storm Boys, causing an explosion. In an instant, the flesh was blown apart in mid-air, and many parts fell to the tarmac.

Legs, hands, heads, you can almost put together a few new green skins anytime and anywhere.

The mortal servants of the Space Marines were collecting the materials, piling the bloody mushroom meat together, and slowly roasting it into charcoal with flamethrowers.

This is the only way to completely destroy the green-skinned muscle tissue and prevent the bodies of the fungal creatures from taking root. If a large pile falls today, you will harvest an entire tribe next year.

When Calgar completely cleared the flight area, he put away his weapon. The heavy adamantium armor on his body showed a deep blue color like quenching in the sunlight, thanks to the storm bolter's poor heat dissipation ability.

He approached slowly, his weapons falling from his hands. The two large guns bounced on the ground with a clear clang before being respectfully picked up by the servitors and reloaded. He walked up to Taylor and said with a smile. "How was my covering fire? Was it as safe as being in the clouds?"

Taylor replied. "Quite the opposite, but obviously we're playing against someone I'm familiar with."

"Some people call you the Orc Slayer," Kargar said. "I hope it's not in vain. At least this fortress, this hive, has been completely surrounded by orcs."

"Obviously, we do need an expert. Go to the war hall and talk to the local garrison about the situation."

Taylor said pessimistically. "Most orcs are unreasonable. I can't offer much advice."

Speaking of this, Taylor is actually quite glad that his current opponents are only greenskins. This is a blessing in disguise for him. At least Taylor is familiar with the greenskins.

At that time, the worst that could happen is that we would just close the city gates, isolate ourselves from the enemy, and not fight with those guys. When those greenskins get bored and can't capture the city, they will just leave on their own.

But at this moment, an abnormal explosion sounded from inside the fortress. Frankly speaking, both Calgar and Taylor thought that the sound was not auspicious.

"explode?"

"It sounds like a directional blast, probably intended to destroy the wall tissue." Taylor roughly stated what he could figure out.

Calgar shouted angrily. "It's right below us!"

Taylor said. "Go, hurry up!"

But Calgar said, "It's not that troublesome!" He made a gesture, a gesture as simple as extending a fist, and his servant came over and put on the power fist gloves for Calgar.

After the glove and palm were completely connected, Calgar clenched his fist slightly, and the roaring destructive force field made a crackling sound.

That was the sound of the dust in the air being completely destroyed by the destruction stand.

Taylor made an inappropriate description in his mind, like an electric mosquito swatter hitting a swarm of mosquitoes, crackling and flashing.

He loved playing when he was a child.

But that's not why Calga brought the gloves.

He now raised his hand angrily, and his huge fist fell like thunder.

After a rumbling sound, the concrete floor was smashed in an instant, and a layer of soil almost 30 centimeters thick was cut off in an instant, leaving 10 centimeters of concrete!

But Karga's arms were like a tunnel boring machine, and his two fists kept falling alternately, with great force.

Until the last punch, Calgar fell down, and Taylor could only jump down with the soldiers to activate the auxiliary equipment of the power armor.

After the ashes cleared, Taylor felt a strange touch, something soft.

He touched it and found something with the feel of shell and skin next to his hand.

The thing now spoke in a rough Gothic language. "Let me go! The day of ascension is approaching! Foolish man!"

Taylor saw an ugly, deformed, four-armed Genestealer warlord at his feet.

Taylor crushed the thing's head with his foot, then looked at the nearby Genestealer troops that raided the war hall, attacking officers and elite Space Marines.

"Calga, isn't our appearance a bit too flashy?"

Calgar now changed into a bolter, raised his arm, and spoke to the thugs.

"It's far from enough to fulfill my father's mission."

"We still have to offer our death to those guys!"

(End of this chapter)