Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 42 Krieg Legion, Part 1
Taylor became one of the few humans who had tasted the Licat worm. After all, most people who saw it died, and being able to eat a bite was obviously a very strange thing.

With the help of a splint for treating fractures and a special treatment injection frequently used by the Empire, which is mixed with a large amount of special drugs that increase metabolic rate and painkillers, he can now shoot normally.

The Empire called this medicine the Blessing Tonic. One injection made him full of energy, and two injections allowed him to see the Emperor. He absolutely could not and did not want to do it again in a short time.

If he is injected again, it means that he has reached the point where he needs to fight to the death and expend all his vitality on the battlefield.

He endured the urge to scream as the drugs were injected, and after trying to ignore the reality that the drug was enough to shorten his life, he soon felt that his arm was no longer painful.

In half a day, that damn arm will be back to normal. The only drawback is that he will be hungrier and his life span will be shortened.

Although Taylor tried to forget the latter one.

He looked at the compound limbs of the Licat worm and the huge dead body. He was a little unsure of what to do with it, so he asked his brothers to throw it out of the camp and leave only the long sword-like compound limbs.

Taylor is a real pragmatist. This corpse will only stink if left here, but the blade limb is very powerful. He wants to try to transform it into a saber.

After all, although the Catachan knife is easy to use, it is too short. In comparison, the blade arm of a Likart is more than one meter long, and it must be majestic to hold it.

The people of Chaodu are very good at hands-on work, which is understandable. After all, living in a place with a lack of resources, mending and privately pulling wires are almost commonplace.

The poorer you are, the more pragmatic you are. If you want to survive, you can only rely on your own labor!

Taylor had sold many handicrafts he made in the hive, and had also helped his family repair the dilapidated ceiling of the shed. Now he took a few small tools and began to slowly sharpen the blade.

After all, my arm is broken, so using a splinted hand to hold it and slowly making it is a good way to pass the time.

The garrison mission is so relaxing and comfortable. Hiding in the cool trenches under the hot wind and sunshine of the summer ocean planet, Taylor enjoys drinking sparkling water and doing some crafts from time to time. It can be said to be quite comfortable!
Now, a simple scabbard made of several pieces of iron sheets, a wooden handle, with holes polished out by screws and drills, and a saber that looked somewhat like a green leather product, with a hint of barbarism and madness, soon appeared at Taylor's waist.

He looked at the finished product and secretly sighed that if he were still in the era of ancient Terra, he could definitely participate in the sword forging (breaking) competition.

Now the silver blade shines beautifully under the somewhat harsh sunlight.

The girl looked at it curiously and said, "Boss, you spent the whole afternoon trying to get this?"

She had a sharp eye, but this knife was indeed quite remarkable in many ways, she said with a smile. "I didn't expect those ugly bugs to be so valuable from head to toe. Boss, how about I bring that carcass back and try cooking it?"

Taylor immediately recalled the bitter almond taste in his mouth and replied, "I'll kill you if you dare."

The girl said happily. "Did you do it on the bed?"

Taylor pushed her away and said frankly that in the entire army, except for old Tychus, she was the only one who could deal with Taylor, and Tychus was the only one who could deal with Taylor because of his seniority.

Her privileges came from her being sufficiently perverted. Honestly, the Skadi 36th Regiment had been merged because the mission to deal with the cult involved the Genestealer sect, resulting in heavy losses.

Even the current commander has only served in this position for more than half a year, but judging by his seniority, Taylor is one of the few who has survived from a year ago to today.

He also had to sigh that the only person with a life as tough as his was old Tychus.

If old Tychus also leaves, he will probably be very lonely, right?

Looking at the insect blade in his hand, Taylor fell into deep thought. The hot weather made it difficult for him to eat, so he just drank some soup for dinner. Watching the sun set, Taylor began to arrange the night's duty rotation.

However, the faint lights of fire from other positions on the distant hilltops reminded him from time to time that the current peace was fake and the insects were always waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Before they give up completely, there is only one thing Taylor can do, and that is to do everything he can to survive.

Frankly speaking, he missed the Space Wolf he had known before. He wondered if he was still wandering among the stars or had been killed.

How had their feud with Magnus ended? Was Dante still the Captain of the Blood Angels on Baal? Would he be able to see Guilliman and the Lion King return?

Perhaps I'll be made into a Tomb King's collection? After all, I have memories of time travel, so perhaps the Four Chaos Gods will favor me even more!
As he slowly closed his eyes in the sand pit, leaning against his sleeping bag and waterproof cloth, he fell asleep amidst the heat and the war, his random thoughts and boredom.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, there was a sound of horseshoes stepping on the ground, followed by several black shadows crossing the trench, and then there was a loud explosion.

Taylor raised his head, hugged the cover and looked into the distance. There were several cavalrymen riding on creatures with exaggerated muscles that looked like horses.

Krieg Troopers!
They were armed with explosive spears, wearing gas masks and windbreakers. Several "executioners" as big as giant tanks were easily pierced and torn apart. The muscular horses were running on the battlefield, and they started shooting with guns after using up their spears.

Next, footsteps began to be heard in the silent battlefield in an orderly manner. When the sky was covered with dark clouds again, countless airdrop pods wrapped in biomass began to fall.

The scene was familiar to Taylor, and he recognized it immediately.

The Zerg began its general attack.

The human side naturally threw out its core force, the Krieg Death Corps!

And he was in the center of the battlefield, witnessing the most intense action!

He sighed and reluctantly picked up his weapon. "Brothers, work overtime tonight, or you won't become food for the bugs!"

(End of this chapter)