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Chapter 372 Emperor’s Poison Blade?

First of all.

The emperor is in heaven.

Second.

The Emperor's Bane Blade is the heaviest heavy vehicle in human history, featuring heavy armor-piercing rounds and heavy grenade launchers.

It's like a larger version of the Lemanus Executioner's Turret and a larger version of the Lemanus Destroyer's Turret put together, and then the size reaches an exaggerated 13 meters long!

Today, one of the largest heavy vehicles in human civilization is lying quietly in an underground storage warehouse.

It was a gray-brown tank with a service history of almost 235 years, and had served in the Cadian 12th Armored Corps as a poison blade tank.

Because it was severely damaged on the Warning Star, it was transferred to the local area for recasting and repair.

Now this giant war monster is lying here quietly. There are 12 heavy machine guns and two heavy cannons on its body, which are movable "poison blade cannons" and fixed "crushing cannons", which make up its exaggerated combat capability.

It can't be said to be comparable to an armored regiment, but the firepower this monster can provide is comparable to that of a fully armored company.

The forging sages here also took the initiative to join the Genestealers in order to preserve the poison blade and have enough time to transport it to the hidden bunker.

Of course, there are quite a few problems with this self-narration. For example, they may not have voluntarily joined the traitors for the sake of the poison blade, but the tank is now intact and has full ammunition.

This was enough to make up for their disloyalty, after all, a poison blade was something that any Imperial Legion would be eager to obtain.

Taylor could only send out his best drivers to form a crew. Of course, he couldn't expect those guys to operate such a huge machine right away.

But in general, being able to move and shoot is enough to serve as a mobile support point.

With the help of such a behemoth, Taylor's plan will become easier.

The firepower network and defense power composed of a knight and a poison blade are quite exaggerated.

After confirming that this Mars-type was now ready for battle, at the end of about a day of maintenance, a poison blade belonging to the Skadi people was slowly starting up.

When this behemoth drove out of the hangar, the entire ground was shaking, not to mention the test firing of its main gun which just grazed the target and turned it into pieces.

This kind of power is exactly what Taylor lacks, and its 200 mm thick armor can also provide sufficient protection for the crew members and infantry.

It moves like a battleship slowly advancing on land, and the destructive power provided by its two terrifying main guns can destroy most targets.

During this period, Taylor was like a diligent child, finding everything he could and putting it in front of the poisonous blade as a target.

From standard Imperial bunkers to abandoned tank guns used by the Empire for anti-vehicle operations, they finally found a piece of steel plate almost 3 meters thick that completely blocked the main gun's fire.

In short, ever since the family had the Poison Blade, there was only the Poison Blade left in the family.

Although it was a joke, during this period Taylor even got a nearly intact dirty Ork car and stuffed a few unlucky Genestealer bastards and greenskins in it to use them as targets.

The result was also gratifying. One bullet penetrated the turret, ammunition rack, and engine, and fragments flew everywhere. When Taylor went to check the results of the battle, the best description was.

A burnt pan and a chicken stew with mushrooms that had been cooked for three hours.

This even made the usually timid Taylor want to try out the actual combat effect, let alone ordinary soldiers.

Almost everyone is looking forward to the Bane Blade showing its prowess, but the crew still needs to conduct basic training, such as running-in and practice.

The Baneblade's engines and main guns are so loud that even the best radio headsets can't silence them.

During this period, the crew members came up with some clever ideas, such as kicking the driver's right shoulder for a right turn and the left shoulder for a left turn.

Or they could communicate directly through letters, gestures, and Morse code. After overcoming many difficulties, the Heavy Poison Blade and the Knight Mech now advanced side by side.

The two behemoths were moving on the road, so much so that Taylor dared to move behind them instead of hiding in some corner.

When the Skadi Scouts find the target, the Poison Blades with longer shooting range will find a good position to fire.

Then the Knight Mech will start to guard the Poison Blade, and with the addition of a few Earthshakers, most of the enemies will be eliminated before they see their main force.

Of course, this style of play is still Taylor's traditional style, which is simple, dirty, safe and effective.

After all, Taylor believed he was there to fight, not to enjoy red tape.

As for the so-called fairness and justice, he only hopes that his opponents will talk about those things.

He basically doesn't want titles like nobility, baron, or saint.

He just wants to win.

When they had done the same thing and pushed down most of the Genestealer fortresses, the core factory in the foundry area appeared in front of him.

Today, the huge fortress is deserted, and the ground is littered with the corpses of greenskins and genestealers.

The huge orc leader's head was cut off and hung at the door, but next to the head were the shattered corpses of dozens of pure-blooded Genestealers.

The smashed artillery positions and a large number of dirty orc cars have already declared the outcome of the battle here, and what an irony.

The "loyal" Genestealers used their lives to protect the core of the hive until the last moment.

The greenskins left because they ran out of ammunition and food, suffered heavy casualties, and lost their leader.

All that was left was the intact core and corpses scattered all over the ground.

Taylor observed the Ork invasion route. "They landed with a large airdrop. It was a very aggressive approach. They seemed determined to succeed."

"I can only say that the combat effectiveness of the Genestealers is truly astonishing."

But what is even more strange is that the victors have disappeared, and instead only the weakest members are left here to form a defense line.

Taylor vaguely felt that something was wrong, but they had to activate the void shield anyway.

After asking Baneblade to use artillery to eliminate the last few stubborn Genestealer strongholds, Taylor took the Governor's sister into the core area of the hive.

A huge geothermal generator, almost hundreds of meters in size, continuously extracts heat from the planet, but the total electricity needed by humans is less than one ten-millionth of that in the Earth's core.

They are like parasites that make the surface of this world full of bad things, and the most important void shield equipment is erected in the core area.

It looks like a black device in the shape of a U, and at first glance looks a bit like a Necron thing.

But there is no doubt that it comes from the dark ages of human civilization.

The governor quickly approached the void shield and put his finger on it. The blood was pierced by the device. Amidst the buzzing sound, the void shield began to appear in the sky again.

Safety!

At least that's what Taylor thought.

But when he saw strange black chitinous ships begin to appear in the gray sky, and heard the laughter of the crazy Genestealer bastards in the core area.

He realized that those guys were not exterminated by the greenskins, but were fleeing...

For the Great Devourer has arrived!
(End of this chapter)