Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 529: Old couple?

The power suit is the best war machine of the Tau, forged by Earth Caste engineers day and night after day of hard thinking.

Apparently those things were capable of many of the worst and most horrific tasks.

Victory seemed natural, at least that's what those things represented to the Tau.

Just like the Space Marines and the Imperium of Man.

They were ready now, twenty skilled fighters, armed with Imperial weaponry like heavy Stormbolters or Scorpion missiles.

Such weapons and equipment are designed entirely for the rapid killing of undead.

Combined with the power suit's jet system, it can move quickly. Now it seems that this arrangement is almost perfect.

Unfortunately, Franstan cannot be started. The machine soul of that legendary chariot is quite tricky, and there may be very few people who can use it.

It is somewhat arrogant and somewhat strange, just like Taylor himself, an existence that is not something that ordinary people can understand.

Driving it by an ordinary person might backfire, so Taylor's vehicle is a Salamander reconnaissance tank.

This thing looks small, but is actually useless. The storm bomber can be considered its main gun. In other words, the caliber of this thing is far inferior to that of the Hydra anti-aircraft tank.

At the same time, its armor is similar to that of the Chimera troop carrier. Its only advantage is that it is equipped with a radio station for command and communication.

At the same time, its petite body can perform rapid strike missions, and its track structure has almost the best passability.

It was fast, almost the fastest in the entire team, but it could never be faster than a bullet.

Taylor knocked nervously on the iron wall of his car. The light sound was incomparable to his favorite Emperor's Bane Blade or even Ferenstein.

Taylor couldn't help but ask. "This thing is so thin, it feels like even a single-person weapon could penetrate it. Emperor, I'm going to have nightmares sitting in this!"

"Look at this place. It only takes one bullet to make it look awful. It's obviously not in line with my aesthetic values."

The reformed lady, the evil psychic girl, asked lovingly, "So, honey, what do you think is aesthetics?"

Taylor pouted and said, "Don't be so cheesy!"

Then he clarified his point. "Aesthetics, of course, is hardness. It's so hard that even main guns can't penetrate it. It's like a terrifying monster that endures forever, like a giant beast."

"But this thing?"

Taylor first shook his head, then clicked his tongue slightly, and finally knocked in dissatisfaction.

He had many dissatisfactions with this, as if it was quite unreliable to entrust his life to this thing.

But the psychic girl never tired of comforting him. After all, she already considered herself a "wife".

But Taylor actually regretted the promise he made in a hurry. Is this something a man can agree to casually?
Although she is beautiful and has a good figure, she has accumulated a lot of wealth after years of working as a lackey of Chaos, and has connections in both the black and white worlds.

She is devoted to herself, and having experienced everything she has seen, she is not easily fooled. She can be compared with him in terms of wisdom.

Taylor has to admit that she is perfect, both professionally and privately.

After all, although Miss Lightlin is smart, she never gets involved in things that are too dark. Therefore, she only has a superficial understanding of many things and it is difficult for her to give him answers to many questions.

Ms. Katie is also talented, but her personality makes it difficult for her to achieve great things.

Frankly, Taylor wonders if his decisions are really just "snap decisions," because he has always been smarter than he thinks.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, having feelings for this woman is the best solution to many problems.

He can thus incite a highly respected psychic in the chaotic world to rebel. Obviously, the cost-effectiveness cannot be said to be too high, but it can only be said to be very high.

Of course, his thoughts are quite confused now. Although he says he doesn't mind, his mind is actually full of getting married.

But this time, this moment, was clearly not the time for him to let his imagination run wild. A bullet from the Undead, a dark green Gaussian ray, that vicious alien ray quickly streaked through the air.

Obviously they were just soulless, not blind, and it was obvious that what Taylor was thinking was almost bankrupt.

At least the idea of finding the Star God's cage from the dark has failed.

Emperor be upon him, Taylor smelled the smoke on the ground, and the moment those blue combat uniforms began to shoot at the enemy.

The smell brought by the explosion of the bomb primer is both terrifying and reassuring.

It was difficult for Taylor to describe his feelings about this smell. It was like a familiar yet unfamiliar scent.

The good news is that those Tau are more useful than he imagined. Freed from the constraints of the Greater Good, their techniques have become more agile and they are no longer restricted in their weapons and equipment.

A large number of explosive shells poured down like raindrops, hitting the living metal made of the undead body, tearing a crack in it in an instant.

That noticeable dent was so pleasing to watch, but Taylor wasn't prepared to fight those guys.

He had to reach the Star God's prison as quickly as possible. This task was not an easy one. To be precise, the anomalies caused by the monstrous God were becoming more and more numerous.

Like strange thunder, gloomy sky, many suffocating images gathered here, and now Taylor couldn't believe that he had to face those things.

He wants to seal a god...

He said uneasily. "Are you ready to seal it? The ritual and equipment, psionics, or whatever else is needed."

The lady replied. "Call me wife and I'll tell you."

"my sweetheart."

Taylor said. "Please don't be so shameless..."

"You evil being!"

The lady replied, "Is that so, dear, is that how you see me?"

Taylor said seriously, "In the name of the Emperor, alright, alright..."

"I can't handle you, you shameless guy."

He saw that he was getting closer and closer to the Star God's cage, and had to consider the overall situation.

To be precise, he felt a little refreshed.

After all, calling a beauty like that my wife...

Which man is unhappy?

If he had no problem, of course Taylor wouldn't say it, but he would be very happy, especially when the girl was willing to give up the most important thing for you.

Taylor was looking at the Star God Cage in the distance at this moment, his emotions becoming more intense, and then he said seriously.

"I have to face your feelings..."

"The Emperor is above."

He spoke to the Skadi warrior driving a Salamander tank whose ears were erect like a rabbit.

"Don't tell anyone!"

Then it's like a guy who is going to the battlefield, or rather he has already arrived at the battlefield, anyway, it's said quite seriously.

"Wife!"

　Coffee is killing me
　　
　
(End of this chapter)