Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 514: The Fallen Royal Court
Heavy weapons and equipment began to assemble quickly. After all, most individual weapons were useless against those monsters.

They needed something big enough, otherwise they wouldn't be able to break through the thick living metal, and Taylor had to prepare enough weapons for the elite Titanium.

Of course, they have an absolute advantage in numbers. Whether they are Kriegs or Valhalla warriors, those capable and sharp brothers are enough to hold up a front line.

Of course, a few trenches could successfully defend against this raid, but the cost-effectiveness was obviously too high.

The enemy obviously won't let Taylor have his way, so he needs a special assault force to destroy the equipment in the tomb.

Otherwise, the Necrons would continue to reincarnate in it. Those devices stored the data in their heads, and the so-called living metal was something that could be mass-cast with cheap ceramic steel.

Taylor needed a force to break through the lines and destroy those things at the same time.

As always, he would be in charge of the front lines, while the Space Marines would be responsible for infiltrating the rear, just as it should be.

Taylor is now looking at the strategic map and is once again at the front line. He needs to concentrate on the battle, after all, the enemy is those Necrons.

Even with the almost irrational Flayers, this corrupted court is not weak.

They fought off the terrifying Zerg swarm, which was obviously enough for Taylor not to underestimate them.

Of course they also have the added bonus of their own racial advantages, but overall they are absolutely dangerous and terrifying.

Taylor was now lying in the trench, looking at the battlefield in the distance through a telescope. A bloody smell began to rise along with the unique earthy smell of the insect swarm's bodies.

In the dangerous war zones in the distance, a drizzle began to fall in the areas that had become gray due to the countless artillery fire from the Empire.

The damp smell made the already metalized ground even stranger, and the soil in the area controlled by the Imperial Guard also became wet and sticky.

In particular, the damage this thing does to clothing and its ability to deprive body heat is truly impressive.

Taylor ordered the logistics troops to take action, and dozens of cooking trucks customized for Dora Kaur successfully allowed the soldiers to taste warm food.

Even if such raindrops meant little to the Krieg, the Valhallans had known colder days.

Let's put it this way, Taylor just likes to see his boys well-fed, with hot food and plenty of changes of clothes.

Of course, Taylor could see those equally hungry things in the distance.

The movement of the kitchen team successfully attracted the remaining Zerg soldiers, and those things came quickly on their compound legs.

Most of them are termagen worms or low-level poison whip worms. They have lost the guidance of their masters, that is, the will of the swarm, and have become stupid and reckless.

They were almost like wild beasts, attracted by the delicious smell of food, and such remnants of the defeated army were hardly a threat.

A few good guns are enough to deal with those things. The armor on those Temagan worms is not thick, and the penetrating effect of a logging gun can successfully fight against them.

It was only when the armor on those things was knocked off that people realized something was wrong.

Those little bugs suddenly cracked open, and countless metal scarabs flew out. Those things looked scary bright red, twisted and weird.

They held the worm bits in their tiny artificial mouths and devoured the termagen worms from the inside out, then scattered as if it were natural for them to do so when the humans shot at them.

Someone couldn't help but shout, "The Emperor!"

Then the next moment, he was torn into pieces by the dense flying scarabs, leaving a bloody mess.

Fortunately, most of Taylor's army were wearing power armor, and the beetles' mouthparts could not tear the thick outer side of the power armor. At the same time, the Titanium EMP was almost extremely effective against those insects.

This was Taylor's good luck. When EMP started, those irrational and bloodthirsty little robots fell to the ground, and the soldiers raised their feet, stepped on them, or crushed them with tracks.

They hated this thing so much that if Taylor's logistics vehicle had not been fully enclosed, those cooks who had served the empire for many years might have been killed by them.

That would be a huge loss. However, Taylor hadn't expected those guys to disguise themselves as insects to catch them off guard, and if the Tau weren't here, the attack might have been quite effective...

He was a little uncertain. This group of skinners seemed smarter than he thought.

wisdom?

Their master was awake, it was obvious.

The Swarm awakened a demon, but they will not imprison them.

He didn't want to clean up those things' messes, but now he didn't want to become the skin of a crazy undead overlord, so he had to shoot.

Taylor said at this moment. "Brother Wolf, are the Fenris warriors ready?"

Then I, the Space Marine, put on my helmet, wiped the greasy fur on my neck, and let out an amazing guttural sound.

"call!"

"You can tear open the enemy's body anytime, anywhere."

He bared his fangs, and his chainsword, with its pale blue blade, emitted a terrifying glow.

That was the blue ice of Fenris, and also his wrath, representing the harshest environment in the entire empire, in other words.

If this thing can't defeat him, then neither can the undead.

Taylor watched as they began to try to strike deeper. The wolves were masters of stealth, so he naturally trusted them. But the problem now was before they could cut into the enemy's core.

He has to live.

Taylor couldn't help but think about it. He had to take on the defense and make sure he attracted the monsters' firepower.

When the Fenrisians disappeared on the side of the horizon like nimble wolves, Taylor felt relieved and looked at the monsters wandering in the distance like souls.

Those wandering souls covered in titanium skin and chitinous exoskeletons, those plague creatures infected with the Skinner virus, are trying to approach the battle line in groups.

They were fast, faster than infantry of many, many races Taylor had ever seen, like mechanical cheetahs, waving their limbs.

The smell of blood and the clacking of mechanical metal became a complementary melody, and the feeling of oppression swept over from all directions.

Taylor frowned and frankly said that this was the most troublesome war in his life.

The living metal was so incredibly hard that the infantry's weapons were almost useless.

The good news is that those guys aren't heavy enough, unless...

Thinking of this, a huge war engine attracted Taylor's attention.

It was a gigantic Undead Overlord, half of its body suspended on the ground, like a metal scorpion without legs, while its upper body still looked like a human, holding a gigantic metal sickle.

The lower body is an exaggerated hovering chariot.

His entire body was red, he was wearing a huge Tyrant Armor, and he was tearing the flesh of insects in his mouth.

Taylor's face hardened, and then he shouted, "Damn artillery regiment, are you blind?!"

"Fire!"

(End of this chapter)