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Chapter 523 Brothers killing each other

Chapter 523 Brothers killing each other
The Poison Blade is like a mobile war fortress, a heavy death fortress. The roar of the tracks and engines can really make people feel at ease. If it is paired with the Imperial Navy's bombers, it is enough for Taylor to have a good sleep.

Of course, this also includes the brothers in the trenches. Of course, it is not clear to the Tau people how they see it.

They still have no idea what kind of technology or ideas were used to forge those terrifying metal giants, but the worship of giant monsters is engraved in the genes of every race.

The arrival of the poison blade is enough to shock anyone, after all, it is the top product of the empire's cutting-edge technology.

I don’t know how many oil men have been constantly forging it, how many sages have worked hard on it, and how many years have passed on it.

Large-caliber weapons and machine guns are also deadly to the Undead. They need to keep firing, and the poison blade is loud enough to definitely achieve the goal.

Taylor ordered the soldiers to start digging trenches on the spot to provide themselves with the most advanced shelter in the entire universe.

Yes, trench warfare against the most advanced race in the entire universe, and all they have to rely on is barbed wire, sandbags, and dirt.

Obviously this is not normal, but reason is effective on the battlefield. When those trenches and barbed wire successfully keep the enemy out, obviously no one will question it anymore.

"Oh, my God, the Emperor is above," Taylor said, looking at the bad things in the distance with a telescope. Fortunately, the firepower of the Emperor's Poison Blade was enough to deal with those things.

With the experience from last time, Taylor actually gave up the high-explosive bombs and instead carried enough armor-piercing bombs and heavy explosive bombs, or ammunition for heavy machine guns.

It can be said that most soldiers are learning to urinate into the liquid cooling pipes of machine guns to save water resources. At the same time, the foul smell is indeed unacceptable.

Considering that this place was once filled with pure water for making tea, it is likely that this custom will soon disappear within the Skadi Group.

This was originally an interesting tradition. Using machine gun ammunition to heat water for making tea proved how reliable their logistics were.

Of course, their logistics are no longer reliable now.

Although being able to obtain supplies in this situation is considered god-level logistics, it is still not enough overall.

Taylor could see that his supplies were being consumed quickly, and of course the rifts provided by the Undead were too small.

Of course, he didn't mean to complain about his allies. If it weren't for Settra's help, his head would probably be hanging on the enemy's body now.

Obviously this was not what he expected.

In order to prevent this from happening, Taylor is actually prepared for the worst case scenario.

He watched as some of the undead were shattered in the attack. The defense was now gradually becoming more solid and strict, so strict that even the best warriors in the entire universe could not penetrate it.

They win if things stay that way.

But the situation obviously won't go as planned.

Taylor had seen a familiar giant walking out of the tomb. It was obvious that a overlord had returned.

His body was repairing quite quickly, but if the Overlord had already emerged from the cave, it was obvious that their tactics had already been half successful, or even more.

Settra looked at his brother now. "It's a shame, how time has crossed, and now we're facing each other."

"I made a promise with you that only victory can earn you your reward, my friend."

Taylor said with a bit of dissatisfaction, "Even without those things, I would have won, otherwise your brother would have chopped off my head."

He called into the radio. "Baneblade tanks, ready!"

"Try to hit that guy straight on!"

"Aim for the main target!"

"Attack high-value targets!"

"One shot!" Settra gloated. "If he died so easily, we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."

"Victory always looks easy, but it's hard to get."

Taylor said. "I know you want to be more friendly with your brother, with your quick words and all?"

"I would too. If my comrades became like this, then I would too. I understand."

"But could you please stop being such a jinx?"

"We don't have many chances."

Taylor was a little superstitious when he said that, but generally speaking, it's easy to become superstitious if you stay in a crappy place like a battlefield for a long time, especially when you work in this garbage universe that's like excrement.

Basically every veteran has a little amulet on his body, and Taylor has a gift from the Fenris people, a beautiful amulet that carries a token of his thoughts and can be exchanged for an entire manor.

Noble and dignified, it was a gift that pleased him greatly, and his greatest hope now was that it might protect the brother who had given it to him.

The proud Fenris Wolf was now in danger, which made Taylor a little uneasy.

Their communication system had long been paralyzed by the technology of the Necromancers. How could those brave people put themselves in danger...

For the Emperor's sake, Taylor had the Baneblade tanks ready to fire. They were ready to limit the Tyrant's attacks with heavy high-explosive howitzers and then finish them off with armor-piercing rounds.

This plan is inherently flawless. After all, the caliber of the Bane Blade's heavy grenades is large enough and powerful enough to restrict the Tyrant's actions.

Armor-piercing bullets can completely destroy his body, making the enemy unable to move, and then it can be handed over to Setra.

It was obvious that he had thought a lot about his cheap employer. If the plan went according to his ideas, Setra would probably be able to complete his work and his mission very conveniently.

However, Setra's somewhat arrogant and gloating attitude never stopped.

This made Taylor very unhappy. He seemed to have determined that Taylor's efforts were in vain, which made Taylor very unhappy.

But when the tyrant dodged two shots and moved as fast as an arthropod, Taylor said helplessly.

"Things always go wrong like this, Mr. Cetra, my old friend. Do you think you're always right?"

Cetrario smiled. "About 60 percent."

"Other mortal worlds and so on."

"But I can say for sure about my brother, if a simple large-caliber mobile artillery can kill him, the Star Gods would have dealt with him long ago."

"No need for us."

Taylor sighed and held the Kraken Fang in his hand.

Settra smiled and said, "After ten thousand years, we meet again."

"Blood and iron, soul and steel, blades, chainsaws, power weapons, phasers."

"This is the end of life, my brother..."