Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 379 The Black Legion Joins the Battle
Taylor is now almost a real greenskin general. After all, once those things get enough materials, you never know how many exaggerated things the greenskins can make.

Huge anti-aircraft guns rose from the ground, and at the same time, orc outposts were stationed near the camp. Having suffered so much from those insects, the surviving greenskins hated air raids.

They felt that the style of play was neither wise nor cunning, and was not admirable, so they definitely didn't want to try it again.

They no longer make a lot of noise, but instead rehearse, run drills and shoot on time.

Although greenskins require no training, their bodies are natural war machines, with bulging muscles and hormone-driven growth, and an innate ability to photosynthesize that allows them to survive solely on liquids.

They were the greatest weapons of war ever wrought by the Old Ones, and now they were being molded into form again in Taylor's hands.

They were lined up neatly, ready to go, holding engineering shovels, and looked nothing like greenskins.

They would even take the initiative to clean their rooms and even dig trenches.

But their dark green skin and bad character are proclaiming their identity.

Green-skinned orcs.

Now they brush their teeth, polish their shoes, and even tidy up their rooms just for the housekeeping badge.

They would prepare trenches and learn shooting techniques, as Taylor prepared digger badges and sharpshooter badges for them.

What makes the greenskins most crazy is that after getting the badge, their bodies grow rapidly and they enjoy the admiration of other guys.

But the basis of all badges is the act of improving combat effectiveness, thus creating a positive cycle.

You can carry ammunition and work in a foundry, but only the best guys get the badges.

After all, for the greenskins, the rarer things are, the happier and more sincerely they admire them.

At the same time, such behavior can help them gradually develop habits.

As this force gradually transformed from a mob into an organized greenskin army, a huge greenskin camp had begun to be built.

The scrap iron and gunpowder were continuously transported into the empire, most of which were leftovers from the empire's factories.

In general, this matter highlights the importance of not wasting. The large amount of waste also completely lets the orcs let go of themselves. Dozens of leaders even pooled their money and used their teeth to secretly let a few technical masters get together.

They made a war engine out of the Baneblade tank, a big dirty truck with two turrets and massive firepower, even bigger than the Baneblade.

They called that thing "Boss's Love", which shows how much they love Taylor...

The good news is that they convinced Taylor not to dismantle the thing, the bad news is that they were ordered to watch the anti-aircraft guns as punishment during this period.

After all, this is an important job but there is no chance to get a badge, so it has become unpopular among the greenskins.

Nowadays, those bosses are bored and eat the canned kitchen waste made for them by the empire. As the name suggests, it is something made from garbage and waste.

The main reason is that there is no place to throw away garbage, so they are used as garbage cans.

However, the greenskins are originally semi-plants, so such things are excellent fertilizers for them, and the taste is different every time they eat them.

Now the bosses were gathered together using playing cards to decide who would get the extra can, until they looked up and saw the sky was burning...

A huge dark ship appeared in the void near the Vigilance Star, and she made a premeditated rapid advance.

A huge barge, carrying many giant battle barges from the Black Legion, raided the flank of the Zerg fleet resting in space.

A large number of tentacle warships and Leviathan-class bio-ships belonging to the Behemoth swarm were destroyed, but the swarm simply quickly left the airspace near the Vigilance Star.

They still linger here and gaze greedily at this planet full of life. For them, this is the only food nearby.

To be precise, the swarm's biomass was no longer sufficient to sustain further long-distance movement, thanks to the expansion of the Great Rift, which had caused most of their Genestealer population to lose signal.

After the Swarm's will re-locked their prey, they had no choice but to travel a long distance to the Vigilance Planet, so this hunt was their last supper.

It was either enough biomass or starve to death. But the owner of the black ships didn't care. To be more precise, he simply looked at the Vigilance Star like a trophy.

The demon sword Drachanion flashed a dazzling red light beside the giant, and the dark red fence like rust swore its history of being stained with the blood of God.

Abaddon looked at those things now, and his thoughts seemed to go back to the time when Horus, his father, was still alive.

Those traces came from the great Father of the Blood Angels, and from the many Primarchs who dared to set foot on this ship.

Many brave men, many fools...

The Vengeful Spirit has now spanned countless ages, and Abaddon has witnessed countless miracles.

He witnessed the gray-brown world in front of him, a place trampled by greenskins and insect swarms.

"It will be mine," Abaddon said with a smile.

"A fortress that belongs to me, to the gods, to my father, firmly lodged at the throat of the Imperium, strangling Guilliman."

"Like, a giant claw..."

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of the Star Claws, or the Red Pirates.

He realized that his assessment was more like that of the Hurons than his own Black Legion.

He said dissatisfiedly.

“No, no, no, it’s…”

"Is it a wolf?"

"No, the days of the Moon Wolf are over. This name makes me sick..."

"I have to think of a better one?"

At this point, a Black Legion veteran wearing Chaos Terminator armor passed by the Warmaster in surprise, and he whispered to his comrades.

"The Warmaster is nagging again."

"Is he missing his father?"

Another warrior replied. "No, he suddenly smashed the bridge railing last time. He might have been thinking of Sanguinius."

"But he didn't kill the Primarch!"

"That was killed by Lord Horus..."

The man in the Terminator armor muttered.

Another soldier said, "That's worth remembering, too. Look at those red railings. That's the blood of God..."

"Oh, the Warmaster smashed that thing up, and this one's made of paint."

"Look at us, we can't even remember what happened a few days ago, no, maybe even a few months ago?"

The two of them chatted for a while, and Abaddon turned and said.

"Asink, Ledrun, what are you mumbling about?"

"Get your soldiers ready, we're about to land."

"Those creepers can't stop us, and neither can the greenskins, but from what I hear, that junior of Calgar has already arrived."

"I want this planet for our great cause."

(End of this chapter)