Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 56: Tomb World, Part 1
Taylor sometimes missed the firepower of the artillery regiment. At least when he was surprised and shocked by the powerful force of those things, he could always remember the existence of the great Emperor.

Firepower is the Emperor's hammer, smashing the skulls of humanity's enemies to pieces, leaving them bleeding.

But there are only moist, sticky and abundant shrubs here, and it is basically impossible to station heavy firepower except in the main city of Karu.

If the priceless basilisk and lion-tailed scorpion's noble tracks got stuck in the mud, Taylor could imagine that he would be the first to lose his head.

During this period, the continuous attacks of the Space Marines were also wearing down his patience.

They sent countless mortal soldiers charging here without any order, or at least that's what it looked like.

Exchanging human heads for bullets will only lead to morale collapse, or maybe those guys don't care about mortal troops at all?
Taylor had to admit that Chaos and the Empire were both bastards in this regard. After all, the thing this universe lacked the least was living people.

But they were not fools. Taylor had seen the Space Marine and he was very experienced in warfare.

Although Taylor had only seen a few Space Marines in his life, he knew that the Death Guard who looked tough was definitely a veteran.

After the logging gun array once again harvested the lives of many cultists, Taylor bravely led his men to check their personal belongings. Apart from basic firearms and ammunition, there were only rag-like robes and their rotten flesh.

But Taylor was very sensitive to smells. Even among the stench of rotting corpses and the smell of filthy people blessed by Nurgle, he could accurately taste a hint of the aroma of hallucinogens.

He frowned. Was the other side planning to capture him with a large number of pickled drug addicts?

Things were probably not that simple. A bad feeling crept into Taylor's heart, and the worst thing was that his premonitions, as a cowardly person, were usually right.

Soon, his ideas began to come true.

It was said that this was about half a month that he had been stationed there, and no one could imagine that a mortal army could delay the Space Marines for so long.

At least when everyone thought he was a discarded pawn, he proved himself.

Now perhaps his time has come.

In the forest, those Space Marines came in groups. No, it should be like this from the beginning.

decisive battle?

Taylor didn't like this word, at least he didn't understand why those Space Marines took the initiative to attack now.

But he soon saw that familiar person, the damn Slaanesh female cultist.

But now, she was sitting on a strange engine, an ancient engine from the Great Crusade era, a heavily modified Rhino transport vehicle.

And the white gem on her waist emitted an abnormal light.

She glanced at Taylor, then smiled and said something. Taylor couldn't hear clearly, but he felt that it was not a good sign.

And the thing tore through the battle lines, breathing fire forward, and she sat on it like a queen.

"What the hell is she doing?"

"Sister Leitlin, shoot her in the head!"

The Lightling girl answered happily. "Of course! Boss!"

She wanted to kill this love rival as soon as possible. After all, she knew very well how difficult it was to deal with a damn Slaanesh follower.

Both tactically and emotionally!
She raised her weapon and fired the carbine accurately. With a sharp "bang", the trigger mechanism and firing pin fired the primer under the spring.

The bullet spun out of the barrel, no doubt enough to tear flesh.

However, the attack was quickly blocked by a flashing purple curtain, a psychic shield!
This is something that materializes psychic energy, which is difficult for most low-level psychics to do.

At least it can be used by a few geniuses whose psychic threat level is close to Beta or above in the Empire's assessment.

Taylor had to look up to his old lover, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that her current power was not his own.

On the ground where the cultists had died before, many purple spots of light now appeared, abnormally approaching the evil lady.

As she absorbed those things, her psychic power gradually became stronger, and her skin began to turn a light purple.

Its ears are pointed like those of the Eldar.

Some people with a fetish for aliens might be willing to spend all their money for her. Taylor didn't really understand what was going on, even though he cleaned up the bodies and cremated the enemies.

But he only understood one thing.

Keep the green hills!
He yelled. "Upper Frenstein, retreat!"

"Letlina, Lieutenant Colonel Alan, we have to give up this place!"

Catachan and the nuns looked at Taylor reluctantly, but they also understood that the war was no longer under their control at this point.

Witchcraft and strange psychic powers are intertwined, and what happens next should be left to the Inquisition and the Grey Knights, not them.

It was just as Ferenstein's engine started that the ground began to shake abnormally. Only then did Taylor realize that it was not because her psychic power was strengthened by absorbing the souls of the dead.

But something underground was resonating with her!

Taylor's thighs were shaking so much at this moment that he held onto the car body and fastened his seat belt.

Now, the ground is gradually cracking, and that kind of power is not something that mortals can resist.

Soon, Franstein's tracks embedded in the cracked ground, but fortunately he left here quickly and in a mess.

Now, the entire Outpost No. 7 was swept into by the cracked ground.

Taylor cursed. "What's going on!"

But the vibration has not stopped yet.

Flanstein, which had just escaped danger, began to collapse again, the ground was torn apart, and the entire car body fell irreversibly.

After an unknown amount of time, Taylor, who had fallen to the ground, got up in a daze.

He had no injuries and the car did not overturn, thanks to the fact that he liked to wear his seat belt. The others were less fortunate, with bruises all over their bodies, but they managed to survive.

Apparently they didn't fall very far, or maybe something was crawling towards the ground and caught them?

But they were separated from the main force.

Taylor also discovered that this was a strange space. The walls were like a strange metal, not pure gold, but something more ancient and immortal.

Taylor was still wondering when he saw a dark green light covering the area through the vehicle's observation hole.

Suddenly, there was an abnormal vibration and a floating feeling.

When a ray of sunlight came through the roof, Taylor could see the situation clearly.

Some kind of alien creature also appeared in the darkness.

It was a stepped pyramid made of oddly shaped black and green stones rising to the ground, dotted with flickering green lights.

Bolt after bolt of lightning from the chaotic sky above struck its apex and set it ablaze with flickering ghostly fire.

Taylor was now in the deepest part of it. Looking at the hole above his head that was just the right size to accommodate Ferenstein, he couldn't help but sigh at how embarrassing his fate was.

He seems to be inside an alien fortress...

Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw several iron lumps coming out of several green metal coffins near the wall.

Their bodies emitted green light, and with silver-white bodies and strange guns in their hands, they looked like mechanical undead.

To be precise, Taylor did know their names.

Necron.

The former overlord of the galaxy.

　I can't hold it anymore, I've been blocked, I don't know why

　　It was probably the use of the word "wet" combined with the description "mouth" that triggered the mechanism.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)