Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 512: There are insect swarms in front and madmen behind
Retreat, this order always comes accurately and timely, especially Taylor's retreat, which can be regarded as a textbook example of imperial escape.

Thanks to the large number of petrified lizard cannons he always carried with him, a large number of smoke bombs and slow-moving barrages successfully served as a shield for the infantry's retreat.

The Necrons' advanced technology is not completely useless, but thanks to the interference of the greenskin waagh positions, it is no longer as effective.

When a large number of soldiers retreated from the danger zone, Taylor immediately made himself some coffee and sparkling water to calm himself down.

When he was nervous, he loved to drink something: sparkling water to quench his thirst and coffee to refresh himself, because it was almost midnight in this world and Tyler hadn't slept for almost 13 hours.

But the enemies they will face next are not so easy to defeat, so coffee is obviously indispensable, and other refreshing things will also be no shortage.

These days are not good. They could have been relaxed for a while. At least the Imperial Guard would not be under too much pressure before the Zerg adjusted its army.

But plans are not as good as changes. Now those undead have become variables in the plan, which will obviously cause trouble. Of course, it may also be because they have gained new variables.

Taylor wasn't sure about this. Maybe those damn things were a good thing. After all, he had been saved countless times by those things during his service career.

Of course, Taylor is not a big-hearted person who can sleep soundly with a knife under his pillow. He just has a brain that is so narrow that not even a grain of sand can be tolerated.

The skinning machines gave him sleepless nights, so many troops were diverted to managing them.

It’s called management, but in fact it’s just about finding ways to lock those guys up.

Dozens of heavy machine guns, and the anti-pocket space equipment that this little brat was researching. The development of those things was thanks to his trip to Comoros and his research on how the Eldar dealt with those space forces.

In addition, the greenskins' thinking allows them to do anything, otherwise this matter would be really difficult.

The pocket space of those guys that appears and disappears elusively can definitely make them difficult to catch, and it can even be said that all physical defenses become useless.

Now, when the undead approach the edge of the defense designed by the Empire, the Imperial sentry tower will spit out flames to destroy those things.

The machine guns with heavy explosive shells could easily tear apart those "weak" Necron infantry, thanks to the fact that they did not take this war seriously.

Those guys haven't woken up yet.

To be precise, it is their undead lord.

Those beings have not yet awakened, the Tomb Warriors with heavy armor and equipment cannot be deployed, and the giant vehicles cannot be used.

It's like the Imperial Guard consists of only ordinary soldiers, but in such a situation those Undead can still beat the Tau back step by step. It is obvious that their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

It can be said that if it were not for the virus and the tomb's reawakening that caused the command to be sluggish, Taylor actually didn't know whether he could win.

If the Necrons really make use of their war advantages, then there may be no force in the entire galaxy that can confront the Necrons head-on.

If much of the Necromancer's technology and relics had not been lost, most of the Necromancers would be unbeatable.

It can be said that Taylor is still alive today thanks to an incalculable amount of time, which could be 100,000 years or 50,000 years.

Generally speaking, this is because the undead are similar to the hive mind, while the souls and wisdom of ordinary undead have long been stripped away, and the star gods have only left the wisdom of the undead nobles.

For example, those lords, hierophants, and kings were once complex Necrontyr nobles, while those ordinary warriors and soldiers were all low-level nobles or ordinary people of this ancient race. But don't think that those undead have completed the so-called mechanical ascension, and their souls have all been devoured by the Star God, including those nobles.

They are just puppets who inherited the memories of their original masters and are given so-called free will.

They are already dead.

Although according to previous discussions in human philosophy, people believe that individuals with completely consistent memories and behaviors can be called the same.

But with the discovery of the Warp, people soon realized that every individual has a unique soul flame.

In other words, they cannot use the powers of the Warp, and in fact, by human standards they are not even intelligent beings.

Let’s put it this way, even artificial intelligence will gain a so-called soul after acquiring wisdom, but their thinking exists in the form of data.

But the Necrons are not.

They are not spirits, for the technology used by the C'tan is more complex than one might imagine.

They gave living metal intelligence and rationality, but successfully avoided the inevitable existence of warp projections and intelligent creatures.

They have false emotions and desires, false history and heritage. They are forged by the Star God, a sharp blade!
They are not living things, not even alive. They are matter, like swords and spears, not real civilization.

Ironically, the Star God died, killed by the sharp blade he forged, with his throat cut open by one sword, and he could never return to the universe.

However, the inability to access the Warp naturally prevents the Necrons from using psychic powers and Warp forces, and technologies such as the void shields of Warp engines are completely impossible to use.

Of course, the ancient technology of the Necrontyr comes from an era when the warp was not strong enough. It is better to say that the warp force in today's universe is so turbulent and powerful, and is essentially the remnant of the War in Heaven.

It was a protracted and extremely brutal war of immense proportions, with tens of thousands of stars burning in it, and its scale far exceeded the imagination of any intelligent creature.

That war completely brought despair to the entire galaxy, and the consequences became obvious. It can even be said that the Undead race fell into slumber, leading to the dominance of the Eldar and the birth of Slaanesh.

Although the Necrons were the victors of the War in Heaven, they had no souls and could not stop the curse of the Warp.

The star god they killed cursed them, forcing them to fall into an eternal sleep to avoid their fate...

Now it seems that if the huge emotional vortex stirred up by the gods in the war in heaven caused the gods to become vicious, the universe might be much better than it is now.

Perhaps if it weren't for that war, the personalities of the Four Gods wouldn't be so bizarre and terrifying.

Now it seems that the entire universe is almost hopeless. Even if all the suffering in the material world is removed, the gods can still continue to dominate the warp.

Thinking of this, despair filled Taylor's mood for a while, until the air raid sirens began to roar.

Apparently, another nightmare he didn't want to admit had awakened, and he hadn't yet dealt with the thing in his own backyard...

(End of this chapter)