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Chapter 524: Star God’s Cage, can this thing move?

Between the tyrant and the pope, it seems that Settra's position is higher now, but considering that the tyrant is better than Settra, he is obviously more sociable in his own tribe.

Or, if that brother hadn't been cursed, he would have climbed to the same level as Settra, or even higher?
Taylor could feel Setra's emotions at this moment, which was a kind of resentment of being compared to his brothers again and again, and being defeated in battle after battle.

That is a kind of, that is a kind of love, a kind of resentment, a kind of moving emotion.

Taylor was a little hesitant about whether he should take action, and of course he also considered that his intervention would probably be of no use.

He was a mortal, and although he didn't want to admit it, his ability was indeed not enough to resist the fight between those guys.

He would be shattered into pieces in about an instant if he entered, and at the same time, creating a decent dueling arena for Settra was one of the few things he could do.

There is a tacit understanding between them, but of course, having a tacit understanding with the Alien Lord is obviously a bit stupid, or even unfaithful.

Of course, he would do this for his friends.

Taylor took out his own bolter, killed a Skinner that kept approaching Settra, and then used his chainsaw sword to quickly tear open the monster's objects.

At the same time, they shouted, "By the Emperor, make room for our allies!"

"Start emp!"

"Warriors of the Fire Clan! For your cause!"

The Fire Caste officer and commander wearing power armor shouted at this moment.

"start up!"

"for……"

"The Greater Good."

His words became slightly hesitant, but it wasn't clear at first glance. One could sense a hint of uneasiness and doubt beneath the emotion.

But as the emp's waves began to spread throughout the space, the undead quickly fell down.

At the same time, the Fire Caste warriors and the Imperial Guardsmen continued to take out bayonets or chainsaws to destroy the enemy's bodies.

Although long-range firepower is not very effective against those guys, close-range attacks, such as blunt blows to the joints or using a bayonet to poke the enemy's body, are effective.

Although such an attack may sound ridiculous, it is very effective against living metal.

After all, if you want to completely cut off the regenerative ability of those things, you must remove the metal from their main body, which is obviously a very heavy task.

The good news is that they never tire of it, after all, the thought of killing those damned xenos is very satisfying, whether it is the Imperial soldiers who have been raised to hate xenos, or the Tau who have seen their own people slaughtered by the Flayers.

Their anger towards those guys was enough to make them swing their blades countless times just to rip them open.

That kind of anger became their only reason to wield the butcher knife, whether it was for their dead comrades or their compatriots.

They enjoyed themselves so much, that the blades and hammers kept smashing, and sparks flew everywhere.

Of course, such an attack was quite effective. Many undead began to quickly lose their ability to move, and some oil began to leak out of the gaps in the metal. Although it was very little, it made people feel that they were not fighting against puppets.

Taylor is now almost the one who kills the most undead. Although he says that he is cowardly and ridiculous every day, he will not show mercy when fighting in close combat.

The more miserable he screamed, the harder he chopped. He was the kind of guy who would beat up the staff in a haunted house and make terrifying noises at the same time.

The many nightmares in this universe were almost the embodiment of the most terrifying emotions that made him tremble in his heart. Of course, he had never thought that he could be so successful on the battlefield. To be more precise, he was now terrified by his own actions.

He cut open the body of a fallen undead, saw that the situation on the front line was improving, and prepared to have his soldiers try to push forward.

Although he would not take the initiative to disrupt Settra's duel, this matter would indeed help him.

As for the fight between the two Lords of the Dead, the battles between the giants were no different from the wrath and thunder of the gods in ancient Greek stories.

The huge metal body was like a gust of wind, whistling with terrifying light and power. Phase weapons that were incomprehensible to humans continuously emitted unique colors when they collided, forming a strange landscape on the battlefield.

They are so powerful that mortals cannot get close to them. Settra's arms are not like hands, but rather a huge mechanical swinging arm that makes a terrifying sound every time it swings.

Although it is not as good as the battles between the Primarchs, it is not much worse than the Space Marines. But to be honest, I say this just to save face for the Empire.

It can be said that the Emperor's Guards are actually at this level.

If the strength of the metal in Settra's body is taken into account, even one or two of the Guards may not be able to take down the Necromancer.

God, there are so many terrible monsters in this universe.

Taylor had to admit that the only thing he could do was to maintain the front line. He also believed that the Undead had no more cards to play. As long as he continued to use EMP as the core tactical weapon, the Undead would soon...

A smile appeared on his face at the thought, for he had imagined what it would be like when he returned to the Damocles Fleet at the end of the war.

He could naturally tell the young captain and the high inquisitor who had been following him about his great achievements, and he could also tell them what monsters he had fought against.

Let's put it this way, it's almost human nature to want to show off. Taylor doesn't have such a need with strangers, but he really likes to brag with his good friends.

If he hadn't been overwhelmed by the long 20-year life in the hive, he would actually talk to the Skadi brothers about legendary stories such as Journey to the West or Water Margin.

The good news is that he has almost forgotten them, and the Inquisition will not find him because of those stories.

The bad news is that he is becoming more and more accustomed to this world and even somewhat forgetting his previous life.

Sometimes he wondered if he would have an accent if he spoke Chinese now.

This is a heavy question. After all, Gothic is a derivative of the English system. Will it become a plastic Mandarin?

Although those words are no longer useful, they are still quite unhappy.

Of course, this was just Taylor's paranoia. He suddenly smiled helplessly and wiped the oil off his face.

He shouted into the radio. "Forward!"

He needed to pull the front line apart, but at this moment a strange vibration appeared from the ground, and then a round black metal body almost as big as the poison blade crawled out.

It's hollow, and then a bunch of electromagnets keep it charged with electricity like a Tesla coil.

A milky white translucent frame wrapped around the interior, and an indistinct yellow giant was hanging inside like a saint who had received ordination.

Then strange pulses began to emanate from the giant, and a powerful psychic storm instantly tore through the fragile EMP system of the Tau.

And Taylor also realized that the thing was a star god...

But he was still optimistic. After all, what could a prisoner do?
Until that thing slowly started to move...

(End of this chapter)