Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 522 Dig out the poison blade first

Of course you went home...

This is not my home!

Taylor cursed this clueless undead in his heart for a long time. After all, the dark environment and the damn corpse here were enough to give people nightmares.

For the Emperor's sake, no normal person would come here...

Maybe I am no longer a normal person?
Taylor thought slightly uncomfortably.

The emperor is above, and he has become a madman?

However, being able to take the initiative to step into the territory of the undead obviously has nothing to do with being a normal person.

Taylor thought to himself with self-mockery, and at the same time, like a person stirring up a hornet's nest, he aimed his artillery unit at a tomb of the undead.

He asked with interest. "Mr. Setra, how does it feel to watch me bombard your hometown?"

Settra replied. "If your artillery fire could destroy our tombs, it wouldn't be so difficult."

"Those are made of a special metal with a special force field on the surface. When your bombardment is over, you'll find that the buildings are intact."

"Secondly, most of the tomb's structure is underground. Even if such an artillery attack could destroy the surface, it would be difficult to damage the underground structure."

"Our defenses have been tested in the Battle of Heaven. Clearly, this kind of firepower isn't enough..."

Taylor looked at the buildings in the distance that remained solid after the smoke cleared, his head buzzing.

"The Emperor be damned, but at least the mission is half accomplished."

"Prepare the equipment and defenses, dig trenches, fortresses and defenses, set up the Hydra tanks, and then..."

"Damn, this is really troublesome!"

He couldn't help but curse, because no matter what time it was, those undead who were once the highest point in the galaxy were the opponents he least wanted to deal with.

Now it seems that his judgment was indeed correct. Although there were cases of entering the tomb before, it was not an all-out war after all.

This is the first time we are dealing with them like this, starting a full-scale war with real enemies.

Taylor felt a little uneasy. Although he had made a lot of preparations, the undead were still a strange and dangerous enemy.

He really shouldn't have developed any sympathy for those guys because of Settra, which led to him never thinking about how to deal with the undead.

Thanks to the Emperor, those densely packed terrifying Flayers started to move forward from the tomb, and after charging, the Hydra tanks successfully destroyed the enemy.

Even living metal cannot resist large-caliber machine guns. After all, the body of the undead is still a thin human form, not a huge metal chariot.

This was considered one of the few acts of kindness that the Undead showed to the world. Taylor knew very well that it wouldn't be too difficult for the Undead to transform into full tanks even if they wanted to.

If it weren't for the fact that the undead still wanted to feel like living beings, they would probably be even more terrifying. Just thinking about them is creepy.

Taylor looked at the damage caused by the machine guns. The undead with missing limbs made him feel a little relieved, but those losses were still not as much as the production volume of the tomb.

Obviously, he underestimated the abilities of the undead and overestimated his enemies.

He underestimated the attack power of the undead and overestimated their defense. Of course, this was also thanks to the fact that the Skinner's sanity had collapsed.

Otherwise, the Undead armed with Gauss rifles would definitely be the most difficult enemy in the entire universe.

Those special weapons and equipment that disintegrated matter were enough to defeat all human weapons and equipment, and their armor was barely more than a block of tofu. Now, those things and the weapons of the physical form became their aid. Settra's attacks killed those flayed flayers time and time again, and the dark green light of disintegration always brought peace of mind.

Godspeed, Taylor never expected to be fighting alongside those guys.

He used a telescope to watch the approaching undead from a distance, and it became increasingly clear to him that the battle was approaching them.

Victory, what a sweet word. By the Emperor and the Throne, defeating the Necromancer is one of the most honorable things on his badge.

Taylor was thinking about this when he suddenly noticed that the ground began to tremble, and many tombs suddenly crawled out of the ground, just like the first time he witnessed the miracle of the undead.

This dynasty is waking up as their attacks speed up, and it can even be said that they are returning to their heyday...

Taylor muttered. "By the Emperor, this is unbearable."

"It wasn't their entire strength that defeated the Zerg?"

Settra replied, unsurprisingly. "These undead once defeated a C'tan, a true god who walked the earth, and his countless followers. It's a harsh word."

"If they hadn't fallen into eternal sleep, gone mad, and lost countless soldiers in the tomb, their power would probably be enough to destroy the human empire."

Taylor said fearfully. "No way. The Human Empire has more hidden cards than you imagine. And you, Mr. Setra, don't understand those ancient histories and stories at all."

He is a bit tough-talking, no, a lot of it.

However, the combat effectiveness of the Primarch and the Emperor is indeed difficult to estimate. Secondly, the Necromancer no longer has the development capabilities it once had and is unable to produce weapons and equipment specifically designed to attack the human empire.

Taylor is actually quite confident. If the undead and humans go to war, how long can the Three Holy Council and the Undead Empire, of which only one in ten survives, fight?

Settra knew it all.

He always doesn't want to lose in a verbal fight, which reveals what little humanity and lovable character he has left.

But now their conversation was interrupted by the sudden increase in tombs. The speed and attacks of the skinners became more fierce, and their numbers also increased.

Settra had to suggest, "Let those Tau activate their modified EMPs. We can gain the upper hand."

"There's no doubt we need to find a way to make a bigger splash."

Taylor said, "It's not time yet, Overlord. Your brothers haven't attacked yet."

"Obviously we shouldn't show our cards yet."

Settra asked with a hint of doubt. "Then what can we rely on to resist this army?"

"What else can force my brother to set foot here?"

Taylor said. "Of course I do. Don't forget that I could have made your brother so miserable without you, even if he hadn't fully awakened from his grave."

"We have enough brave soldiers and a behemoth as our good fortress and firepower."

"She may seem primitive to you, but she's definitely useful."

As soon as the words fell, roars continued to be heard. At the same time, a heavy howitzer and a heavy main gun crossed the sky, and countless machine guns began to fire, causing many undead to fall to the ground.

And she has a powerful and good name.

Emperor's Poison Blade!

(End of this chapter)