Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 414: Green-skinned War Bug Swarm

Where there are bugs, there is civilization. Only civilization in the industrial age can have enough biomass to make the bugs salivate.

Batches of specialized animal husbandry products, pastures and vast fields, and hundreds of millions of people in industrial civilization.

Coupled with the appearance of the Zerg fleet ready to go, Taylor could almost conclude that there was sufficient technological civilization here.

But the most important thing is to get the Zerg away from here so that Taylor can see the scorching light of the Astronomican again.

Now he had to feel for the first time that the deafening Valkyrie transport engine was no longer annoying, especially inside the warm room, with several heavy artillery pieces ready to fire.

Most of the greenskins were not treated so well. Although they were imperial warriors in theory, they were aliens after all.

The heavy airdrop pods built by the Mechanicus are their only vehicles. Those things imitate the tactical thinking of the greenskins. They are not only airdrop vehicles but also their materials, ammunition, houses and strongholds.

Adhering to the principle of waste utilization, most of those things are scrap metal with engines, but it has to be admitted that the metals from warships and abandoned vehicles are quite strong.

But those things will be severely deformed when passing through the atmosphere, and there is a possibility of accidents. Fortunately, Taylor has convinced those greenskins that the transport warehouses forged by the Empire are the best!

Obviously, the effect is likely to be good. At least the failure rate of those theoretically unusable gadgets in several tests was only 15%.

This is much lower than the 75% estimated by the Mechanicus, and most of the greenskins in those malfunctioning airdrop pods came off the production line. Obviously, they know very well what is good stuff.

It's cruel, but that's the price the greenskins pay for not thinking.

But what's interesting is that Taylor has discovered that the power armor is providing less and less benefit to the Skadi veterans during this period.

It is obvious that the Greenskins' thinking efficiency is getting higher and higher, and it has almost made the warriors' bodies sanctified.

Even Taylor himself felt that the power armor was a burden to him. After all, compared with the defense provided by those armors, it was negligible.

Taylor actually values the mobility and environmental resistance provided by those armors more.

But the Mechanicus guy said he could now breathe poisonous gases and walk on rotten ground directly, of course, Taylor didn't believe it.

Even if he believed it, he wouldn't be so stupid as to run over and breathe heavily in places that were obviously problematic.

Now Taylor has changed back to his original set of armor, which has no power system and hollow joints. It is light and unobstructed, weighing only 20 kilograms in total.

It can effectively defend against shell casings, shotgun shells, ricochets and direct attacks from small-caliber weapons. The most important thing is always its inconspicuous appearance and dark green helmet.

The so-called return to basics, Taylor now looks basically the same as a private who just joined the army.

"It really makes me miss it." Roland said in a shirtless suit.

Taylor asked uncertainly. "Don't you need protection?"

He patted the respirator and gas mask hanging on his tactical belt, as if to say that this was enough.

Taylor said helplessly, "Protection is the most important thing."

However, when he saw his brothers changing back to their old weapons and equipment, he couldn't help but smile.

But what can I say? This one still looks the best.

By the Emperor... Taylor picked up his weapon. Now he had enough strength to hold the bomb and withstand the deadly recoil.

Obviously, he is no longer the same person as before, and it never occurred to him that this might come from the greenskins.

Taylor sighed slightly and got into the transport plane with his brothers. They would land under the cover of the airdrop bay, but to be honest, they didn't know the situation below.

Taylor was not optimistic about this, but before the ground battle situation became clear, he could not deploy poison blade tanks and green dirty vehicles. As the most powerful battlefield commander, he had to step down.

After the Zerg fleet was torn open by the Imperial warships to allow for airdrops, the Damocles, the flagship, quickly left the queue.

And it relies on the heavy void shield specially installed when it serves as a flagship to resist the Zerg firepower approaching the planet.

Countless airdrop capsules were loaded into the launch ports. Tens of thousands of greenskins, filled with violent desires and insatiable hunger and thirst, who had not experienced war for a long time, roared restlessly, begging the Emperor to give them a new war.

As thousands of airdrop pods carrying the monsters began to fall, the monsters, wearing military uniforms and leather shoes, hiding their anger and wildness, marched into the battlefield in formation.

Taylor's transport plane fell among the continuous rain of fire and meteors, and the Zerg's air defense capability was actually not very strong.

They don’t mind having too much food and will accept anything!
Hunger urged them to put food into this place, this bloody arena, and Taylor also saw this place, this terrible place.

"Damn it!" Even an old battle-hardened guy like Taylor couldn't help but swear at this moment, because the green tide that covered the sky and the gray-black insect swarm below were colliding with each other.

Those oldest lives are wrestling like gladiators, continuously pouring new combat power into the front line. The Zerg spores are raining down like they are free, and the greenskins are also driving dirty cars into the front line one by one.

Among countless crazy monsters, Taylor chose to help the greenskins without hesitation.

A large number of airdrop pods belonging to the Empire, carrying Skyhawks and skeletons, landed outside the front line. Taylor quickly planned a strategic command center and observed the situation.

They lacked heavy firepower, but he had plenty of flamethrowers and heavy chainswords for the greenskins.

At the same time, some of the explosive boys holding explosive tubes also began to fire their weapons.

Note that this is a cheap and useful explosive for the Greenskins. Although it does not penetrate the warhead, it has high temperature and continuous firing capabilities.

The huge magazine and semi-automatic firing capability allow rockets to be scattered like they are free.

Hundreds of madmen armed with explosives bombed the target location in unison, destroying most of the Zerg's heavy armored units almost instantly.

This tore a crucial gap for the greenskins, and a large number of greenskins rushed madly towards the core of the swarm.

Taylor is preparing to have the green guys plan a new line of defense.

But he saw something abnormal.

A huge green monster rushed over from one side of the battle line. He was four meters tall and as built as a Primarch. His fangs were as thick as an ordinary person's arm. The huge power pliers in his hands could tear open the arrogant head of a tank worm with just one blow!
Now he and his green-skinned Old Guard rushed straight to the enemy's command area, where dozens of Tyrant Bugs and their guards were located!

The name of the exaggerated orc boss is also obvious.

That is to mess with the Mao prophet.

Bone Crusher!
(End of this chapter)