Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 509: Bait Full of Biomass
The question is, what kind of world would be best used as bait to attract a group of hungry, ugly bugs?

It was certainly a garden world with a pleasant climate and picturesque scenery. Taylor felt distressed every time he thought that this place might be destroyed by the swarm of insects.

When he saw these mountains and these waters, all he could think about was how many throne coins these were worth!

But it is indeed not rational to continue fighting the void war with the bugs. To be precise, the best answer is obviously to kill those guys in the universe.

But for now, Taylor has actually accurately seen the failure of the void battle.

The remaining Zerg fleet is still huge in number, covering the sky and the sun. If they are allowed to attack recklessly, the Tau warships will soon be lacking.

The Tau had no experience with radio blackouts, nor did they fight wars in silence, so they had many problems.

If they were to fight the Zerg head-on, the situation would be brutal. It would be better to pull the battle line to the ground and set up a tight net here.

After the first confrontation, the toxins and artillery fire left by the Imperial warships were enough for the Zerg to repair for a long time.

This period of time is crucial and precious. They need to build this place into a reliable fortress, a fortress that can be used.

Whether it is titanium technology or imperial technology, they will not be stingy, and they will not hold back on greenskin technology.

This time they want to strangle the enemy in the atmosphere, so they need to arrange a lot of things.

To be precise, Taylor hopes that they will prepare enough anti-orbital airdrop equipment, and plasma shields and void shields that can be quickly deployed to cover the entire world, and wagh stand shields are also necessary.

In general, it’s about stacking shields, pass!

Secondly, Taylor has no compassion for Titanium, so the planet belonging to them is naturally of little value.

Even if this one failed, there would be a dozen or so similar places to come. He could just turn the whole thing into a giant tower defense game.

Of course, if huge amounts of resources and supplies were invested, it would most likely end up in a lose-lose situation for both sides. The bugs would leave due to hunger, and the Titanium Clan would be unable to continue expanding for hundreds of years.

The Imperium has been given time to settle down, and the Chaos Gods will confront the Emperor head-on.

This time it is the old Emperor fighting one against four. It depends on whether the Lord of Mankind can paralyze the gods with one punch with ten thousand years of accumulated anger and ten thousand years of accumulated faith.

In order to create this scene, Taylor worked hard for the first time in his life. To be honest, he was exhausted.

Now he is hiding in the fortress of this garden world, drinking red wine and watching the progress of the project.

Because it is a temporary defense system, most of the projects are centered around the requirement of speed.

Whether it's titanium or green leather, whether it's quick-drying cement or a gun barrel just removed from a battleship.

Those things seemed so rushed and so urgent, and it only took half a month.

Countless artillery fire rose from cities, forests, and every corner of the world, turning this place into a fortress world.

Taylor remembered that Mr. Guilliman had said something right.

Don't underestimate any race that steps into the void.

It turns out that their creativity and planning capabilities are worthy of the name of the Empire, but they are only compared to the humans who control almost half of the galaxy.

Compared to this ancient race with a history of 40,000 years, the Titanium today still seems to be far behind.

But this is not a shame, or it should be taken for granted.

The young race now faced the most agonizing moment of their destiny, and then came the most ferocious of foes. The same daemons that had devoured Macragge and Baal (the Blood Angels' homeworld) to near-extinction now set their fangs on the fledgling Tau.

Taylor swallowed the red wine with a slightly wry smile, and then heard a clear female voice say.

"Sir, please see Wujiu."

Taylor remembered that Black Eagle was the ridiculous human name of the unlucky guy whose head was almost chopped off by the wolf brothers.

He named it himself according to the imperial customs, representing his heartfelt joining of the empire.

But such a weird name made Taylor feel sick, but considering that it was always a good thing, he agreed reluctantly.

He waved his hand now, and said, "Let him in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young Fire Caste officer walked into the room. Now he was no longer wearing a heavy power suit, but instead learned from the Imperials to forge a set of power armor for himself.

The difference of one word actually makes a big difference. Compared with the iron lump that covers the whole body, the Titanium's power armor can only defend against direct attacks from small-caliber weapons.

After all, even Space Marines find it difficult to withstand the continuous fire of large-caliber bombs. Although their defense is heavy, it is only comparable to that of Chimera armored vehicles.

Of course, their real lethality is not their armor, but their exaggerated tactical qualities and combat effectiveness.

If a Chimera had their maneuverability and tactical thinking, along with the ability to kill from all angles, it could also be a Space Marine.

In comparison, the methods of this Fire Clan warrior are still immature.

When he opened his mouth, he spoke in Gothic, using a translator with a slightly mechanical voice.

"grown ups."

“We’ve encountered obstacles in our work.”

Taylor asked, climbing up from the sinking-soft sofa. "We've already communicated with the natives, and Ether has also issued demolition compensation. Could it be that the Zerg has arrived early?"

"What's the status of our scout drones? For the Emperor's sake."

The soldier replied, "The atmosphere is under our surveillance, and the deployment of numerous orbital firepower is nearly complete."

"But my Lord, the question is not one of those trivial or serious ones, but one that I cannot answer and that is difficult for me to understand."

"The outpost area we have deployed has been attacked. This is unprecedented. The entire planet was originally under our control, but now a completely new and unknown race has appeared."

"They're made of metal, their bodies emitting a green glow that's terrifying. They're like ghosts from the underworld, only their metal skeletons still give them the semblance of a human!"

"The weapons they hold are incomprehensible. They are neither live ammunition nor plasma, but a fast and effective decomposition beam!"

"They appear to be irrational, yet they can employ a variety of complex tactical thinking. We suspect they are similar to a swarm of insects, with a master mind controlling everything."

"We have ventured to give them names. In Tau style, we call them the Undying, or something more Imperial."

His translator froze at this moment, making a terrifying sound as if something was being strangled by the neck.

It was a hoarse and choked voice, like a person dying of thirst, shouting with his last bit of strength.

"Dead spirit."

(End of this chapter)