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Chapter 377 I, the War Chief..., Part 1
Ferenstein practically dove headfirst into the swarm, leaving Taylor to deal with anything that dared to crawl onto his car.

This was almost a nightmare-like experience, which only appeared in Taylor's vague mumblings at night, but now it was actually reappearing on the Vigilance Star.

When the Kraken's fangs tore apart the head of a warrior insect again, the headless body was driven by ganglia, slashing towards Taylor with the black blood of the insect swarm and its snarling limbs.

It felt more like fighting dozens of hydraulic pliers with scythes than any living creature.

In other words, Taylor has had enough of these bugs whose tactics are all kinds of weird and difficult to suppress completely with firepower!

They are pretty much the nightmare of the Imperial Guard, or the worst enemy in the world!
Taylor couldn't help but wish for Hellfire bombs or heavy bombers to streak across the sky, though all that remained were those Ork junk vehicles and planes...

God bless you, Taylor. He felt that he was getting further and further away from good days.

He now regretted not having installed an artificial stomach bag to store the buffet on the Sword of Honor.

He hasn’t made back his money yet!

Thinking of this, he swung the blade even harder until the sharp chainsaw of the Kraken's Fang was also stuck.

Taylor looked at the chitin on the blade and had no choice but to shoot it with a grenade. As Ferenstein got closer and closer to the core of the swarm, he was also trying hard to use primitive methods such as hammering to get the chitin out!
Now that he was shooting at the thing that wanted to kill him with one hand, hitting the chainsaw sword with the other hand, and screaming in pain, Taylor didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, when the waaagh of the greenskins interrupted his busy schedule, thousands of orcs were moving forward.

The green-skinned bosses wearing heavy armor smashed the warrior bugs and executioners back step by step. The orcs' dirty tanks carried fuel tanks full of promethium and used flamethrowers at the bugs.

The green color is now rapidly devouring the swarm of insects. It can even be said that Taylor now has an inexplicable power in his body.

This made him quite uneasy, because the psychic energy generated by those green-skinned waaaghs seemed to be affecting him as well.

Although he hadn't grown as big or strong as a normal greenskin, Taylor now had a strange thought in his heart about how cool war was...

He even had a sense of belonging to the greenskin group. If it weren't for the Emperor's dazzling brilliance, Taylor would probably have become a real Blood Axe General without hesitation.

But he shook his head and pushed those emotions aside, allowing calmness and speed to return to his mind.

He got into the Frenstein, and the armored vehicle finally repaired its brakes and gradually maintained its core position in the herd.

The greenskins did not attack them, but instead took the initiative to approach Taylor and his men, forming a breakthrough force with Franstan. The most elite orcs crowded here and enjoyed the joy of fighting side by side with the leader they recognized.

Unknowingly, Taylor even became the core of the war. He formed a green vortex, cruelly tearing apart anything that stood in his way.

Taylor turned on the radio and issued war commands to the nearby greenskins.

Whether it's defense or offense, those guys will do it.

He demanded that air superiority be prioritized, pouring most of his firepower into the sky and reorganizing the defense.

Although it actually said: "Boys, shoot down all those flying ones!"

But the result is still good.

Gradually, the Zerg began to be unable to rely on its orbital advantage to replenish its troops. Although there were still many Zerg on the battlefield, the front line began to collapse because too many greenskins returned to defend.

But Taylor was not reckless. He was just waiting for the Imperial Guard's support forces to arrive one after another. The flames of heavy mortars rose from one side of the horizon, and the knight mechas and armored arrays gradually closed the distance with the enemy.

Not to mention that the greenskins have already cut the Zerg into two parts, but those things rely on node creatures to maintain morale, and they are still fearless even when treated like this.

Before the Swarm Tyrant falls, no amount of attack can cause the huge swarm to collapse.

Taylor bravely climbed out of the car and spoke to the greenskin boss nearby.

"Follow me, go to the center of the battlefield, and end this!"

"There must be a giant tyrant waiting out there. Take care of it and it will be over!"

At this point, the green-skinned bosses shouted excitedly.

"waaagh!"

Their vibrating voices made their bodies grow larger, and those green-skinned bodies were covered with a dark green light, but appeared slightly reddish under the stars of this world.

Fangs protruded from the corners of their mouths, and heavy armor-piercing hammers and lightning claws that imitated human weapons tore a path for Taylor to the tyrant's location with ease.

As for the position of the Tyrant, it was deduced by the veteran Zerg warriors among the Ultramarines based on their experience.

Now Taylor has obtained radio communication rights and ordered the Imperial Guards and Knights to clear out the Zerg swarm and reached an alliance with the Orcs.

Although he didn't know why he became the leader of those guys, he only knew.

This battle must end today, otherwise they will lose their best opportunity!

At this moment, Frenstein moved forward along the path torn open by the greenskins. The huge executioners and armored beetles fell to the ground, their terrifying heads drooping, or were directly smashed into mud.

As Ferenstein rushed forward, passing the corpses of the Zerg and the greenskin leaders fighting with them, Taylor's spoils were ready in front of the finish line.

He climbed out of the car and prepared the Kraken Fang he had just cleaned, while aiming at the huge black and white monster in front of him, a tyrant covered in a chitinous exoskeleton.

As the armored vehicle's tracks spun, Taylor activated his chainsword.

The monster's personal guards quickly spread out their battle lines, and the warrior worms aimed at Franstan with the parasitic guns of bone spurs that grew in their bodies.

But their firepower is really not enough for this engine!
The whistling armor tore through the battle lines, crushing those derivatives of the war will from the Great Devourer.

When all the fangs protecting the tyrant were torn apart, Taylor's chainsaw sword finally touched the monster's neck.

Black blood and chitin fragments burst out in front of Taylor, and jumped into his mouth with a familiar earthy smell. It tasted like egg liquid with egg shell, which was difficult to chew.

And when he raised the monster's head, the world's grandest greenskin carnival day finally began.

And when the imperial troops approached, they always had to exclaim in amazement.

"Emperor, how on earth did you convince those things?"

(End of this chapter)