Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 471 Nightmare Comes from the Sky
Countless swarms of evil creatures are circling, arrogant creatures rule the sky, and those from the ancient outer galaxy are temporarily proving their ability as top predators.

They dominate the harsh and suffocating environment of Krieg and fly victoriously through its radiated skies.

Heavy anti-aircraft guns and Hydra tanks are unable to effectively defend against flying enemies under the influence of radioactive dust. A large number of customized anti-aircraft iron fist bullets and individual anti-aircraft rocket launchers have become the last savior.

Those are reliable self-destruct bombs that explode into countless deadly fragments when close to the enemy, especially when the Zerg spares no expense in using those bat bugs.

A self-destructing rocket launcher can blow up countless flies-like, densely packed enemies, which always seems quite relaxing.

However, no matter how many bullets hit that heavy cloud-like object, they seemed powerless, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Of course, the Zerg's attack wouldn't do anything to the surface for the time being, and the Krieg's tenacity was beyond most people's imagination.

Even at the very edge of the trench, countless people were holding trench guns (shotguns) and firing at the enemy in the sky.

When the bugs come in, we will use bayonets, shotguns, submachine guns, and death to retaliate against the invaders.

Heavy artillery fire continued day and night, spitting out heavy and deadly projectiles in succession. High-explosive bombs exploded at the dense points of the insect swarm, evenly smearing the black insect juice and flesh on the battle line.

Taylor now walked out of the fortress to boost morale as a battlefield commander. He held a telescope and advanced in the trenches full of death with a few brothers who still had some backbone.

Even though the Kriegs have iron willpower, their bodies are still made of flesh and blood, and the trenches are now littered with Kriegs missing limbs.

Those who are lucky will be killed instantly by acid or bone spurs, while those who are unlucky can only fight the bugs to a 50-50 chance, or even die in vain.

It was a heartbreaking scene, the loyalists and the aliens collided with each other, and the Kriegs fearlessly stabbed the invaders' weak joints with bayonets and tactical knives, even though the sharp monomolecular blades had already cut his flesh.

It's Taylor's job to sing the elegy for the loyalists, but if the bugs meet him, things will be very different.

Most insects will be cut into several pieces by the Kraken's teeth, which look extremely enchanting, the moment they come into contact with it.

Today, the Kraken's Fang is as strange as a soft sword. Under Taylor's defensive swordsmanship, the blades surrounding it are like conscious spiritual weapons protecting their master.

This is similar to the artificial intelligence equipment that was popular among humans in the dark technological age, whether it is an AI-equipped smart cruise missile or a smart sword with auxiliary capabilities.

A weapon that can assist its owner will always be a life-saving weapon on the battlefield.

It's just that every time I use it, it's accompanied by strange whispers and nightmares, and sometimes flashbacks of things that Taylor has never experienced.

But the power given to him by the Emperor allows him to always be aware of what is true and what is false.

It’s like the emperor is always putting subtitles under a liar’s performance, [This part is fake].

Such ridiculousness.

If the Emperor during Horus' time had had such power, the Imperial Warmaster would surely not have become a filial son of the Empire.

But the emperor who had not yet been worshipped by humans for thousands of years was definitely not as powerful as he is now, able to ignore the almost infinite spatial distances of the material universe and communicate over long distances.

Furthermore, the Emperor's power wasn't real-time communication, but rather a kind of inferior auxiliary artificial intelligence, though its high accuracy made up for its dullness. With two gods serving me alone, Taylor's individual combat effectiveness was barely approaching second-rate in the galaxy.

This is second-rate in the galaxy, and can be considered independent in the human camp. It can be said that ordinary Inquisitors or Imperial veterans cannot compare with him at all.

His level is close to that of a non-original Space Marine Chapter Master, but it is still only second-rate.

After all, human bodies have short lifespans. Under the current circumstances, unless Dora Kaur arranges a comprehensive mechanical ascension for him, it is basically a fantasy to reach Abaddon-level combat power in a short period of time.

And monsters like the Primarchs or the Custodes are impossible to resist.

They are the combination of 40,000 years of human history and the masterpiece of all the efforts of the Lord of Mankind. There is nothing comparable to them in the entire universe.

If you insist, it's probably only the greenskin leaders like the Beast or Bonebreaker who betrayed their brothers, or monsters like the perfect embodiment of the will of the Zerg.

It’s not that the top-level demons are incomparable to the original bodies, but the demons are not physical creatures after all.

In other words, Taylor's combat effectiveness could be greater than that of a top-tier Space Marine Chapter Master if he took restraint into account, but his actual combat effectiveness is only about the same as that of a Company Champion.

This is even taking into account the various relics or ancient alien creations in his hands.

It's hard to say how uneasy Taylor is about the Zerg attack. He has the ability to escape unscathed, but he can't let go of this brave Krieg.

He brandished his weapons, and his swords, spears, and halberds were like thunder and lightning, buying space for the air defense equipment that was gradually activated from the armory.

The things that had been waiting there long in case of emergency once again proved how accurate Taylor's worries and bad premonitions were.

The good news is that Taylor's predictions have been pretty accurate.

The bad news is that only his worries will come true.

The old emperor always likes to play jokes like this. At least for Taylor, those days were definitely not good.

When the air defense equipment began to pour out its fury, countless bugs began to fall from the sky, and death and fatality continued to provide precious living space for the imperial soldiers.

The Imperials were tearing open a lifeline, and there was no doubt they had succeeded. It seemed a foregone conclusion until a crimson meteor streaked across the gray skyline of Krieg World.

At that moment, the mountains shook, the earth roared, and thunder-like flashes of plasma appeared in the huge pit. It was the largest insect ever witnessed by mankind, an indescribable monster.

It was a behemoth about 35 meters long, an exaggerated Titan beast, with six compound legs moving through the mud of the Krieg world, and its huge mouthparts and cannons on its body spitting acid and thorns.

Although I don't want to admit it, this thing is obviously a Titan.

A heavy titan of War Dog level!
The Zerg can be said to adapt to local customs. Perhaps it is because they have tasted the pain of being defeated by the Eldar, Orks, and even the Titans of the Empire on many battlefields.

The Zerg has finally developed their own demon...

(End of this chapter)