Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 515: Skinner Overlord

The hazy drizzle brought with it a cold wind, taking away the precious body temperature of this person from this autumn environment of this world.

A damp feeling crept up his spine from his boots, and the nightmares faced by the imperial soldiers were still those absurd monsters.

The petrified lizard cannon bombarded again and again, but it was not very effective against the sturdy Skinners. High-explosive bombs were deadly and terrifying to mortals, and to them, they were no different from thunder.

As long as you are not hit directly by the shell, things will not be too bad.

Living metal can quickly repair wounds caused by shrapnel and explosions.

In mint condition.

Their green mechanical eyes quickly turned into a terrifying red after locking onto humans and titanium.

The soldiers of the Imperial Guard picked up their weapons and kept shooting at the monsters. At first, the firepower of heavy bombs, star guns and plasma weapons was more than enough.

With just a few volleys, the monsters would be knocked to the ground, unable to move, and losing most of their combat effectiveness.

But soon, several monsters similar to heavy tanks appeared. They were about four meters tall, shaped like strange semi-mechanical creatures, and covered with many stitched-together human skins.

Those things formed a red blanket, gently covering the bodies of the monsters, and their twisted and long legs beat abnormally on the wet soil.

However, the Imperials' firepower still had little effect on them. Most shots could only leave shallow holes. Even if they were shot directly by tank guns, only holes would remain on the bodies of the Undead Lords, which would then be quickly repaired.

Neither armor-piercing nor high-explosive shells have much effect on them. It seems that the existence of those guys is just to mock the weapons and equipment that humans are proud of.

Those guys were wielding red phase weapons in their hands. They looked like iron rods with a mechanical texture, but their power was enough to melt thick concrete fortresses.

When they reached the first trench and began to massacre the Tau inside, the scene was like a nightmare from a horror movie.

The long and sharp claws tore through the flesh, peeling off the skin and flesh skillfully and lightly, and the mechanical mouth feasted on the fresh meat.

Their weapons and equipment can easily tear through human-forged defenses and human armor, which is why the Zerg is so vulnerable in front of them.

The incitement of flesh and blood urged the monsters forward, forward, to obtain what they had lost but wanted to get no matter what.

life……

The Tau lines were quickly broken apart, with the proud Fire Caste warriors wielding the Blade of Courage, a monolayer blade similar to a katana, hoping to kill the enemy with it.

But the effect is obvious. If those ordinary irons can pierce living metals, the Empire will not need to develop chain swords.

Although the titanium mocked the appearance of the chainsaw sword from the bottom of their hearts, they realized their mistakes when they faced those invulnerable monsters.

They believe that plasma and pulse as weapons are enough to kill everything in the world, and no living or inorganic organism can withstand such attack power.

Some people even boast that the current Tau military system is the end of the galactic war. Even if they encounter a race more powerful than them, the weapons and equipment they use will not be more advanced than theirs.

Little did they know that in the long history of the Milky Way, those guys' weapons and equipment had been worn out by all the major races.

Those things were ineffective against Necrons and Imperial Space Marines, and even the Tau high command realized that battle suits should be made more common.

This idea was fine, but they would have a hard time surviving before completing this grand undertaking. Taylor now demanded that those guys retreat, as continuing to allow the soldiers to be slaughtered would not allow them to defeat the Necrons.

Fortunately, he still has the Space Wolves Legion from Fenris, which is a legion of 170 Space Marines, and sufficiently powerful Skadi soldiers.

Soon the first trench became a carnival of bayonets and chainswords. Of course, in terms of individual soldier level, the Imperial Guards were certainly not as good as those monsters, but they had their own strengths that were different from those monsters.

They were so united, their steps and movements were in unison, and those soldiers had such determination, especially the Krieg.

They can use their brothers and compatriots as shields and spears, and the charge of the Krieg cavalry and the explosive spears in their hands are always so deadly.

The exaggerated attack power that can destroy tanks is enough to tear open the bodies of the Necrons. At the same time, the weapons and equipment of the Kriegs can effectively destroy the armor of the Necrons.

Those zombie-like metal monsters that chewed flesh and blood were also killed by the Space Wolves, those silver-white Space Marines with chain swords.

No one would doubt that Space Marines were the most efficient weapons of war in the world, and ordinary Flayers were no match for those guys.

To be precise, the Space Marines are almost the backbone of the entire army. They are solid and reliable while providing valuable tactical depth for the Empire.

But soon, those guys began to be targeted, or more precisely, those hunters were craving for strong enough muscles and tough skin.

They are the elite infantry of the Necrons. Before they became Flayers, they were called Immortals. Just like their name, those guys are former Necrontyr who retained some of their memories.

They are as immortal and incorruptible as their name, having transformed from a short life into an existence that will never wither.

But they have forever lost the emotions and desires of living creatures. Only a few tomb lords and overlords can have those noble emotions.

At the same time, the monsters now picked up their desires again, the desire for food and flesh.

They transformed into real monsters, enjoying the emotions that filled their minds with the virus.

They love the feeling and sincerely hope that they can stay like this forever.

Of course, above their lustful emotions there is still the hierarchy of master and servant.

When a huge Undead Overlord wearing an ugly Tyrant Exoskeleton appeared on the battlefield, they prostrated themselves in obedience like ancient warriors.

The Immortals who were fighting with the Space Marines also immediately distanced themselves and worshiped in the direction of the battlefield.

At this moment, a huge, transformed Undead Overlord came over with a dark green phase axe in his hand.

He was covered in countless skins stitched together from various races, each engraved with strange inscriptions, the names of the skins' former owners written in the language of the dead.

The stench and smell of blood wafted from the three-meter-tall monster's body, and the dark green light on his body looked so disgusting.

Now as the monster inched forward, ready to break through the Imperial Guard's defenses, one swing of his heavy axe would break their strict defenses.

At this critical moment, a bomb interrupted his action, and soon, a thermal bomb exploded at his feet.

Taylor yelled in a disorganized voice, "Retreat, retreat!"

(End of this chapter)