Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 38 Death Walker, Part 1
The control of the Zerg's will turned the beasts into soldiers. When the node creatures died, the savagery crawled back into their heads, and the Zerg began to act on their own desires, becoming vulnerable.

Some people may think that beasts are stronger than warriors, but this is definitely not the case on the battlefield. Before, a knife worm could charge and kill the enemy, or even sacrifice itself, just for greater results, but now it is no longer possible.

However, the ones who were most affected were actually the warrior bugs. After a large number of plasma cannon bugs that were suppressing the Tau Empire suddenly lost control, they immediately realized what the loss of the artillery array meant.

At this moment, Taylor was drinking his familiar Reka coffee in the Empire's position. Although he emphasized countless times that he preferred sweet sparkling water, Reka coffee was his best companion in war.

The bitter taste and caffeine were the remedy for the sleepless nights countless officers spent reading it, especially when Tyranid fell from the sky.

However, his undeserved reputation reached new heights when he returned with the Tyrant's head. Most people were saying that Lieutenant Taylor easily delivered the letter, killed a five-meter-tall Tyrant on the way, and then led to a partial victory in the battle and forced Tyranid back into the void.

Taylor wanted to refute such rumors, but he realized that what those people said was actually true.

He was the one who delivered the letter and he was the one who killed the tyrant. If he said that he just got lucky and accidentally killed the tyrant, then that would be a joke.

No one would believe it, most people would think he was being modest or some bad humor.

The Hive Tyrant is five meters tall and covered in chitinous carapace. Even if it is directly hit by the main gun of the Lemanus tank, it can still continue to jump around waving its bone knife.

What kind of "luck" can kill a war beast.

In comparison, people are more willing to believe in "strength" and "heroes", and some even imagine how Taylor used the Catachan knife to cut off the head of the irresistible tyrant bit by bit!
After all, most people saw the look of "fear" on the tyrant's face.

But putting aside how they could see the expression on a Zerg's face, there were many problems with the fear.

For example, if you see a giant, bladed vehicle coming at you at super-high speed, and you have superhuman reflexes that allow you to recognize the attack.

At the same time, the speed is just right so that you cannot dodge. It feels slow and long, but it only takes a moment to feel physically, which inevitably causes fear.

But Taylor was not sure whether this fear was real, because the Zerg Stormtroopers were actually immortal.

Their will is stored in the hive will, and what is sent out is just the flesh. They are the spokespersons of the will, or even part of its essence.

Therefore, as long as there is biomass, the cost of creating a violent army is not high. The only thing that can make the Zerg give up conquering a world is that the biomass consumed in conquering it is more than the biomass it contains.

The Great Devourer will not be shaken by so-called morale and losses. It only calculates one thing, that is, how much it invests and how much it gains.

Taylor couldn't imagine any army that could compete with them, after all, it didn't need the so-called morale.

Until a group of people wearing gas masks and marching in unison came into Taylor's sight.

They stepped off the Empire's temporary ships, tens of thousands of them like a beat, their mere footsteps making the world tremble.

Some of them were wearing gray windbreakers, and most of them were holding typical beam guns, with engineer shovels hanging around their waists, wearing gas masks and sharp helmets on their heads.

They looked like soldiers from the First World War during the ancient Terran era, but the Empire's standard equipment also showed that they did not belong to the past.

Taylor knew their other name, the Krieg Death Korps, a heavy infantry regiment that was not afraid of death and was famous for its high losses and heavy firepower.

Let’s put it this way, as some of the most famous legions in the empire, none of them produced any popular heroes.

For example, Kane, the political commissar of the Valhalla Legion, and One-Eye, the commanding political commissar of the Armageddon Iron Legion, no, it's Yarick.

Or Rambo from the Catachan Forest Warriors.

Most of the Empire's famous legions have their own heroes, who are either named as Imperial Heroes or regarded as saints, and have won many victories in their own characteristics and style.

But Krieg was blank in this area. To use the description Taylor once heard from a senior military officer, that is.

He believed that the most qualified war tool in the entire empire was Krieg.

They were born on the death world of Krieg, which is filled with radiation and poisonous gas. They have been undergoing cruel obedience training and fighting since childhood. The entire world's population only serves one thing.

That is to have children, train them, and then produce more soldiers for the Imperium until the Emperor declares they are no longer needed.

But the Emperor cannot speak, and their devotion is destined to be eternal, until the destruction of Krieg.

Therefore, they did not have the problem of discipline. There were no disobedient soldiers in Krieg, no soldiers who would question orders, no soldiers who would argue about right and wrong and justice. There was only charging and fighting, digging trenches and victory.

Or die.

Their lives are like a blown-up balloon, filled with monotonous things and without personal thoughts, just like the insects obeying the will of the hive.

According to Taylor's understanding, there were 30 Krieg troops joining the war this time.

It really explains a sentence.

Your swarms will eventually wither, but my soldiers are endless...

Taylor watched the soldiers eat as if they were giant pandas. They were in perfect unison, unpacking the outer packaging of solid corpse starch like the Skitarii of the Mechanicus.

Then, under the commander's command, he ate it, lowered his head, bit it, raised it, and chewed it. After 20 times, he drank water, swallowed it, and chewed the vitamin supplement again.

For the first time in his life, Taylor used a uniform method to describe how humans eat: they are weapons without the concept of privacy or freedom.

He asked himself uncertainly.

"Should I fight alongside these monsters?"

monster?

To call them that was actually an understatement, but luckily Krieg was loyal to the Emperor, and Taylor definitely didn't want to be enemies with this group of lunatics.

But Taylor was still lost in thought when he was suddenly stopped by a stern female voice.

Taylor turned his head and saw the beautiful political commissar's windbreaker.

He stumbled over his words, and the woman gave Taylor a strange feeling, like a mouse meeting a cat.

But the blonde woman, an outstanding warrior who graduated from Chuji Academy, answered.

"Soldier, you don't need to be nervous. I don't belong to Skadi."

"Not Vlaxia either."

Taylor frowned.

"Does it actually exist?!"

He said in surprise. "Commissar Krieg, I thought that was a joke!"

(End of this chapter)