Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 41 Death Walker, Part 4
The desire to survive was lingering in Taylor's heart.

Even though he was facing a giant monster that was almost three meters tall, even though the thing he was facing had an exoskeleton full of chitin, even though it could cut through the shell of a Lemanus tank.

We can be sure that the lieutenant did a good job, he danced like a forest flying squirrel under those blades, and it was quite difficult to anger a Lictor who was good at patience and assassination.

Licats are individually intelligent, but their personalities are filled with endurance and patience, as even the deadliest predators should be.

Obviously, this one is different from what most people in the empire imagined. It is obviously drunk.

Very angry. Most people would not have thought that the word "angry" could be used to describe the Zerg. In most cases, we would only use words like "hungry" or "greedy" to describe it.

Now Taylor felt like his abdomen was about to burst, with violent gasps and damn attacks. At the same time, most of the weapons of Class 15 could not fire because of Taylor's consideration.

Those ridiculous lasers couldn't affect Licat's body either; the chitinous shell was enough to block most attacks.

At most, a few ridiculous, shallow holes will be left.

Therefore, Taylor could no longer bear it and pulled out his Catachan knife to fight back. At the moment the blades collided, violent sparks flashed.

First, Taylor felt a tingling and soreness in his arm, almost as if it were broken, and then the Catachan knife actually stopped Licat's compound limb.

All I can say is that anything produced by Catachan must be a top-notch product. The insects' weapons are powerful enough to cut through the Imperial armor layer, but they can't even cut through the Catachan knife?

But it makes sense. The trees on Catachan can easily kill a Space Marine, and the Catachan longblade made of the crystals on them is a good thing given to forest warriors as part of their coming-of-age ceremony. How could it be broken so easily?

Taylor immediately picked up the plasma gun, charged it with one hand, and hit the joint of the Licat worm. The terrifying huge limbs broke with a snap, and its right arm was completely removed.

Taylor also tilted because he couldn't catch the recoil of the plasma gun and fell to the ground.

The bug roared in agony, speaking standard Gothic in the tone of the Imperial it had devoured. "Tyler, you, human!"

"The danger is too great. For the Swarm, you must die!"

Taylor felt really flattered for a moment. It was unbearable to be stared at by such a "beauty".

When Licart's raised left arm fell, he rolled three or four times on the ground with great effort to avoid the subsequent fatal assassination.

But now Taylor no longer had any weapons or equipment to use. He just felt sore and uncomfortable all over his body, and his position was really bad.

He had no doubt that he would die from Licat's claw. In fact, as a mortal, he was qualified to die under the claws of an assassin bug.

This monster usually assassinates either hive nobles, Imperial Guard commanders, bishops of religious worlds, or even Space Marine officers.

And he?

He was just an unlucky guy. He died at the hands of Licarte. The Empire would also call him a martyr!
At that moment, Taylor saw his soul prostrating under the Golden Throne, worshiping the light of the Lord of Mankind, completely bidding farewell to this cruel and hopeless world, and completely walking into that gentle long night under the protection of the Emperor!
But it was not Licart's blade that awakened him, but Roland's explosive posture. He shot at the monster from Frenstein, beating Licart back step by step.

However, even if the King of Assassination's body was riddled with holes from the bombs, he could still move until his core nerve ganglia completely failed.

Although the explosive bomb deflected the blade attacking Taylor, it was unable to completely stop it.

Now, Licart's compound eyes emitted a terrifying red light, and at the same time, huge power supported it as it walked towards Taylor.

This is its loyalty to the will of the Zerg, and also its goal in being born into this world, which is to kill everything that stands in the way of the Great Devourer!

But Taylor's will to survive meant he wouldn't sit still and wait for death. The moment he picked up the plasma gun, the blade and the muzzle of the plasma gun collided simultaneously. Bang!
sizzle.

The burning plasma blasted the limbs apart, and the melted blade splashed on Taylor's chest like magma. If it weren't for the protection of the sturdy, fully enclosed carapace, this place would probably have turned into cooked meat.

But in addition to weapons, Licat also has a mouth, and his teeth are also extremely sharp. He lowered his head without hesitation, ready to have a wild kiss with Taylor.

Fortunately, a bomb hit Licat's head, making it stagger. Taylor immediately raised the almost burning plasma gun and shot it in the head again.

Licart's brain and exoskeleton rained down on Taylor's face, carrying a large amount of hard chitin and minced meat.

Black blood covered his cheeks and entered his nasal cavity, causing him to cough continuously. Taylor cursed.

"Oh my god, why does it smell like stinky almonds? This thing can't be poisonous! Get me some water!"

Taylor cursed as the girl Lightlin poured water on him. He spat out several mouthfuls of a mixture of blood and minced meat. Looking at the things that looked like brains and ganglia coming out of his mouth, Taylor felt very sick!

But what really scared him was the plasma gun.

He watched as the weapon reached critical mass, the azure plasma flickering inside the gun like a lightbulb.

Normally, the upper limit of the dissolution of such a single-soldier plasma gun is just one overload shot.

Plasma guns are generally divided into rapid-fire mode and overload mode. The powerful attack Taylor just used came from the effect of the overload mode.

Let's put it this way, one overload is equivalent to 20 rounds of continuous shooting, and Taylor has just reached his limit.

Theoretically, the second shot would follow only a few seconds after his first shot, which was enough time for it to turn into a burning plasma star and burn Licart and Taylor himself to death!

But he had actually ejaculated three times!
At this moment, Taylor thought of a sentence, a sentence he didn't believe at all.

That is.

Loyal plasma will not overload...

Are you kidding...

But the reality is that he fired two overload shots.

Amidst the exhaustion and the pain in his arm, Taylor realized something immediately.

This weapon might have an organic soul!
Loyal!
Taylor yelled immediately, "Bring me some holy oil and cotton swabs!"

This is basic equipment for firearms maintenance.

So Corporal Katie asked. "Boss, shouldn't we treat the arm first?"

Taylor replied immediately. "There's no rush to heal the arm. This weapon actually saved my life! Put it up for worship first. We have incense! I remember it's in the weapon maintenance kit!"

He immediately picked up the things, lit them while bowing, and then lubricated them properly.

I've already become like a motor oil man...

　No one is watching, it's going to flop (mumbling)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)