Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 380 The ancient giant machine is started!
After becoming the orc leader, Taylor finally had a rare chance to have a good sleep.

After all, apart from giving orders and planning reward and punishment mechanisms, there is really not much he needs to get involved in.

Secondly, as the number one boss recognized by the greenskins, his appearance in public is actually accompanied by the risk that the greenskins want to be the boss.

Now Taylor was drinking sparkling water and playing chess with an orc war boss. Of course, the game was Regicide. After all, the rules were not complicated. Even an orc could learn it with time.

As a well-known entertainment activity in the Empire, even an old man who is unable to move in the hive city can easily give some instructions on it. It is also considered one of the few tabletop games that Taylor will never lose.

But now, he was stumped by an orc.

Watching his Emperor chess piece being eaten again, Taylor felt for the first time that his intelligence might not be as good as that of a chimpanzee.

Taylor remained impassive, changing the subject to the leader. "The Zerg has been so quiet lately, it's making me a little uneasy."

The leader continued without much vision. "Boss, I win!"

Taylor replied. "I think they might be preparing a new assault. I need a commander who is smart enough to help me lead this army that is in need of rebuilding."

"Tens of thousands of orcs and their countless war engines, this is a heavy task..."

He glanced at the clever orc, but the guy continued talking.

"Boss, you lose!"

Taylor's head ached, and he raised his chainsaw sword to his neck, cursing. "I'm saying, I need an Orc General, the first Orc Major General to command everything for me!"

The clever orc replied fearfully, "Yes, yes, I understand. I'm going to be promoted, but what if I don't have any achievements?"

Taylor said. "What else can I do? I mean the next war will determine who takes on the responsibility of being deputy commander."

"Don't you understand yet?"

"You will be the one who makes the final decision on this matter. This way, I only need to monitor whether your judgment is accurate, rather than managing thousands of orcs."

The clever boy grinned and praised. "Boss, you are so smart. I can never compare to you."

It is said that he walked out of the command room happily, skipping over the complicated communication lines and equipment.

Finally, Taylor sighed. "What crime have I committed, by the Emperor, to deserve to be in charge of a whole army of greenskins?"

He looked at the current strategic map, wondering when his days of peace would come.

I don't ask for anything, I just hope to live a peaceful life.

Thinking of this, Taylor felt a surge of anger.

The Black Legion, Abaddon, the Red Corsairs, those guys shattered his dreams. He should have been eating stewed alien venison on a wild planet in a safe zone.

He could hang the heads of his prey on his estate and then enjoy the bone broth and potatoes he grew himself in peace.

When life settles down, I will lead people to explore the new land and collect some local specialties of the planet. Maybe I can even make a few STCs that will make the Mechanicus jealous.

Instead of being the green-skinned Big Brother here!
When Taylor saw the Regicide chess piece on the table, he remembered that he had even lost to the greenskins in chess!

This is the only game he can beat others in!
Does he have to find an Ogrin as his opponent and cheat in order to win?
Thinking of this, Taylor's already bad mood became even worse. He put away the strategic map and prepared to relax.

First, he would go and see what delicious food Miss Lightlin had made today.

Then check on your own little treasury to see if it is still full of good stuff, all throne coins and good cigarettes and wine.

Finally, he'd maintain Frenstein, then ride it around the camp like a lord, ideally taking a few shots at any stray bugs. Without the Tyrant as a node creature, those creatures were now little more than wild beasts. Even a few young men who had just learned to use guns could easily kill them, let alone Taylor.

Although their bodies are just as strong, without the control of the swarm's will, anything with a brain can be killed.

Thinking of this, he felt that there was finally some hope for the future.

At least he doesn't need to fight. He just needs to hold the Alert Planet until the Zerg leaves, and then he can find a way to deal with this group of greenskins, and the war will be won.

It is obvious that the Zerg fleet has run out of biomass, and the next war will most likely be the day that decides the outcome.

When the time comes, the best greenskin will be made the boss, and he can escape to the dark side of the empire.

At that time, Llane and Kirillman will join forces, together with the Blood Angels in the dark side and the Space Wolves in the Holy Land of the Empire.

Two Primarchs, four founding Chapters, and no need to abide by the Codex Astartes!
The Red Corsairs could still be dealt with, but how could Abaddon possibly handle four founding bands? A pack of Space Wolves could easily take him down!
When Leman Russ joined the Spirit of Vengeance, he stabbed Horus with the Spear of Dionysus and almost killed his own brother.

Given the strength of the Wolf Pack's inheritance, Taylor couldn't tell whether they still had the original plan for boarding.

When the time comes, a wolf lord will come and kill Abaddon in anger, and the wolf pack will dismantle the Spirit of Vengeance with their own hands. It will be exciting...

Thinking of this, Taylor was suddenly interrupted by the communication. He looked at the orc's hesitant telegram, and then roughly analyzed a sentence.

Something black is falling down!
He hurried to the window and watched the black airdrop pods with strange claws falling down, feeling a mixture of anxiety and anger in his heart.

Although the orcs' firepower blocked many airdropped equipment, a steady stream of Black Legion soldiers were approaching.

However, Abaddon's goal was not to take this place by surprise attack from the beginning. The airdrop silos near the orc camp would explode when destroyed by firepower.

Then a large cloud of smoke covered the sky in an instant, successfully blocking the orcs' shooting range.

This move was sophisticated and vicious, obviously a skill they had learned from thousands of years of fighting. They were willing to use the precious Hell Claws in exchange for a war advantage, and it was obvious that Abaddon had also invested a lot of money.

When large numbers of Chaos Daemons and Chaos Space Marines began to appear on the ground, Taylor also realized that his war pace had been disrupted.

At this moment he picked up the radio and said.

"Send out the heavy armored units!"

Next, like a beast out of a cage, with the sound of metal creaking, the huge monster slowly walked out of the metal factory next to the camp.

It was a huge golden ancient machine with a huge Imperial Sky Eagle on its chest. Its head was made to look like an orc skull, and it was covered in gold from head to toe!

Thanks to the generosity of the Xieyue Clan, this armor is even made of ceramic steel synthesized from real gold.

If nothing else, it just highlights one's wealth!
It is 35 meters long and is equipped with 24 heavy bolter machine guns and naval-caliber heavy firepower cannons.

For close combat, he has an orc chainsword, which is as long as a poison blade!
The huge golden monster strode forward, emitting endless smoke, while the greenskins shouted.

"It's the Emperor Invincible!"

"Both the damn Mao and the Emperor are here!"

"Line up! Shine your boots! Praise Om Messiah!"

"waaaaagh!"

(End of this chapter)