Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 513: War between Carnivores
The radio emitted an unsettling buzzing noise. The empire's most reliable means of communication had finally stopped working, and the psykers who had been unable to communicate with astrologers two months ago could be described as useless.

Now the whole world was plunged into a stagnant silence. Taylor looked at his stopped battle map and radio, and ordered a coffee uneasily.

He had indeed drunk a bit too much of this stuff during this period, but under the high pressure and the uncontrollable restlessness of the war situation, he had no choice but to drink it.

Although within the Empire, Taylor has always been known as the Messenger of God and the Saint, representing that he is fulfilling the will of the Primarch and the Emperor.

Just like the gods in Greek mythology, as a race called "Titans", their characteristic is their huge bodies.

The giants and the primarchs were so similar that Taylor had to wonder if there was something called synchronization in those things.

Just as human civilization is destined to have giant worship, but in the final analysis, Taylor is still an ordinary person, at most a beloved demigod.

Even though this demigod is quite vague and carries a certain irony, Taylor's status is unquestionable.

The God's Speaker wielding the Emperor's Thunder (Imperial Navy) and the Emperor's Hammer (Imperial Guard).

Now it seems that he deserves the reputation, but the problem is.

The monster he faced was even more deranged than the so-called Minotaur or the more dangerous Scylla.

It was a monster that devoured the stars, a demon called the Great Devourer, a behemoth big enough to terrify the Warp.

Insect swarm.

Behemoth and Leviathan!

They are real nightmares, monsters made up of countless plunderers. It is hard to say whether real gods have any so-called "value" in front of them.

Fortunately, the dragnet waiting for the Zerg had already been set up, and he was looking forward to solving this big trouble for the empire by himself.

If only there weren't those damn undead involved.

Now he was not so sure, as those things were variables, but when countless insects began to fall, the weapons and equipment made by the greenskins began to spit out flames continuously.

Heavy artillery began to turn the sky into a reliable defense, and the smoke from the barrage dyed the sky gray.

It was a terrifying, depressing atmosphere, as if death and fear came together to celebrate the world.

The lush forest was shaken by the falling shells and corpses of dead insects. All things, whether great or small, were now treated equally.

The Tau fire warrior looked around vigilantly, poking his little blue head out of the bunker, like a frightened little rabbit, afraid that he would be eaten by the bugs the next moment.

The good news is that only a few of those bugs fell to the ground, but the bad news is that those bugs were enough to cause exaggerated losses to the Titanium.

After all, this is an inhabited planet, located on the edge of the extreme star field and the edge of the Milky Way. It cannot be said to be safe, but usually no one comes here.

In the T'au tribe's tactical layout, this place was originally a good place for dignitaries to rest, but now it has suddenly become a hell on earth.

But the good news is that they gradually controlled the insect attacks. Just as Taylor expected, the weapons, equipment, guns and ammunition they stored were more than enough to inflict heavy damage to the insects.

They would be too hungry to let go of the bait in front of them, and would hold on tightly, while the Imperial Guards opened fire on their bodies.

This was a golden opportunity, a chance to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop. But an unexpected event occurred: the Zerg quickly discovered the areas controlled by the Necrons and began to descend.

They planned to take root there and then rely on the abundant local biomass to prolong the war until the defending forces were stretched to their limits.

There was nothing wrong with the plan, but the Zerg realized that something might be wrong here. After all, those tombs and green things looked strange.

It's just that they don't have a choice.

When the first batch of bugs successfully landed, they realized something was wrong.

Those inedible metal lumps began to attack their vanguard troops at some point, but fortunately the Zerg had a complex data community.

They can quickly retrieve all known intelligence on things they have attacked.

They had faced the Undead before, and this race was still fresh in their memory. In the archive, they were listed among the other predators.

Moreover, the Undead are one of the few races that can consistently defeat the Zerg with a 60% probability in a war of attrition. Their chance of winning is even better than that of the Greenskins, who are classified as secondary predators.

They are very dangerous, so a large number of poisonous whipworms that can effectively disintegrate necromancy metal and axeworms that can penetrate into tombs have become the first choice of the Zerg Swarm.

This choice is the optimal solution that the Zerg has learned from countless battles with the Undead, and it now seems quite smart.

Soon their war became the core idea of the entire front. Taylor required the soldiers to report the current visible battle situation every five minutes. It can even be said that who will win this bloody war has become a crucial matter.

Now Taylor was waiting anxiously, muttering in his heart that the failure of the radio was too troublesome. It was obvious that he had no trust in human legs. At the same time, it was difficult for the empire to face two powerful alien empires.

If they showed signs of decadence, the Tau would immediately turn their backs on them, and might even betray them, which was obviously not a good thing.

Taylor is now anxiously waiting to see who will win the battle.

With so many messy thoughts in mind, life was quite difficult. Everyone was waiting for the final winner to emerge, and everyone was fully focused.

Three days later, when the radio began to recover, people realized who had won. Taylor originally planned to find a way to leave here. After all, those so-called undead had been controlled.

But soon, he realized he was wrong.

News of the appearance of new enemy units came over the radio, and at the same time, a mysterious pocket space enveloped the entire planet.

It is a special kind of shield, just like a gentleman ties a scarf around his neck before dining, prepares his knife and fork, and elegantly prepares to feast.

And they are food...

This is the biggest problem. They will be attacked soon, and according to the reports, the monsters have broken through his defense line.

Although the things made by the greenskins can seal the movement ability of those monsters, the terrifying combat power of those guys cannot be ignored.

Taylor said helplessly. "Get ready to fight those monsters. We have to get out of here..."

"We must return to Guilliman, with our own skins."

(End of this chapter)