Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 66 The Great “World Eater”

For five generations I wandered the dark stars before the Supreme Emperor called me into his service, and I can tell you this.

In this world of shattered monsters, so foul and filthy that just one look at them is enough to bring a heart to a halt, no mortal's will can withstand the strange and varied evils of the aliens.

So, if we are to survive in a galaxy of such horrors, is it any wonder that the wise one needs humanity's own share of evil?

—Collaqua Jack Harlog

Legal Rogue
As a Pathfinder's evaluation of the "Bloody" Thirteenth Expedition Fleet, recorded in 895.m30.

Born in ancient times, the World Eaters were once the Emperor's blades, and now they are the blades of the Imperium.

Betrayer, Chaos Space Marine, Fallen Angel, they have many names, the oldest and least mentioned of which is probably.

War Dogs

Now they have abandoned that name, and under the command of the Daemon Primarch they tirelessly wield their weapons to destroy the now corrupted Imperium.

Now on the battlefield, Kotholax wiped the blood off his armor, and the red chainsaw axe chopped the greenskin leader who had questioned Taylor in half.

His weapon, which was stuck in half of the orc's body, was raised high, and the brass-colored object protruding from the head instantly tore apart the remaining body of the beast leader, and the blood dyed him red.

Basking in the rain of Armageddon, death and fury, the World Eater returns.

But he still said dissatisfiedly.

"What if this is all there is in this world? Now, my coming here seems meaningless."

"I came here because I heard about the great waagh and the tenacious imperial army, not to play with these idiots."

He looked angry and dissatisfied, and stomped on several worthless heads of greenskins.

He spoke to his falling men. "I've been here before, so I know this world is more valuable than it appears."

"Now that I have once again set foot on the soil of Armageddon, I will present this gift to my father."

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Kosolax looked into the distance, as if feeling the direction of the wind here, and smelled where the war would develop.

His eyes saw the lush forest in the distance, which was the front line of human defense. Rather than killing aliens, he actually preferred to treat his blood brothers more.

His huge body slowly moved forward, but he still underestimated the resilience of the greenskins. Some of the greenskins who had not been defeated secretly went to the vicinity of the equatorial forest...

In the dense forest, Taylor was trembling. He knew very well what the World Eaters were and what those things represented.

Death and suffering.

They were the Founding Chapter, the Space Marines, but what was he?
Taylor couldn't help but think that he was an unlucky guy. He only earned 12 throne coins a month. What was the point of risking his life?
But he had no choice. As long as those guys came, everything would be destroyed. At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder, what was going on with his luck?

Even though Chaos Space Marines far outnumber normal Space Marines, they are not plentiful.

Taylor could only start from his old job, which was to build more shelters and fire more guns, change places after each shot, memorize the terrain of the area, keep in mind the local advantageous tracks, and do everything possible to minimize the damage.

The members of Class 15 also understood this. They couldn’t say they were familiar with it, but they were just used to it.

Dig tunnels, prepare bunkers, sandbags and green leaves.

The interrogator was also quite surprised by this. After all, it was quite strange that the guerrilla warfare level of an ordinary imperial infantry regiment seemed to be comparable to that of an elite force.

Now she roughly understood how this group of people had delayed the Death Guard for a full half month.

She wanted to help, but she suddenly realized she couldn't understand the tactical plans and preparations. It wasn't because her academic or military expertise was too limited, but rather because Taylor's arrangements were highly adaptable. The deployments followed the terrain, the changing combat styles. Only then did she realize that the tug-of-war she had witnessed earlier wasn't the 15th Regiment's ultimate weapon.

Taylor stopped holding the sandbag and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? What are you laughing at?"

"Does the Grand Inquisitor still enjoy watching roughnecks like us build defenses?"

The woman replied. "You never stop learning, that's a famous saying in Ancient Terra."

Taylor rubbed his nose. "There's nothing to learn about this. It's everywhere on the battlefield!"

Then he grumbled and put the sandbag down.

To be honest, Taylor had not learned any military skills or command techniques. He only knew two things about fighting.

That is, it is best for brothers to form a group of three, with one person providing cover and two people assaulting, or three people providing fire support to each other.

Another thing is that you should change the location after firing each shot. In addition, Taylor has a tactical sense that is recognized by Space Marines. Therefore, it will be annoying enough to face him anywhere.

However, there were too few soldiers in his team. Even with those unruly orc hunters included, he could only mobilize 40 skilled men.

Unless they can kill a Chaos Space Marine each, they will not be able to gain an advantage in numbers.

Pessimism crept up Taylor's spine as he realized he couldn't win, but he still laid out his position.

Until he heard the sound of trampling in the forest. The sound was so loud that it was obviously not the Space Marines.

Greenskin?

at this time?
He raised his weapon and pushed aside the cover, then saw a large group of green alien creatures walking towards him with white flags and shouting.

"Bad can! Bad can!"

Do Greenskins know what's good and what's bad? No, they judge good and bad by whether they serve the Chaos Gods.

How come even the greenskins know that the Four Gods are bastards, yet there are still people in the Empire who want to surrender every day?
Human brains are not even as good as green brains, right?

Taylor and his brothers looked at each other in confusion.

He asked. "Do you think it's true or not? The Hongmen Banquet?"

The girl from Lightling replied, "Boss, those greenskins have wounds."

Taylor said warily. "That could be a self-torture tactic. Don't underestimate their cunning."

"Mr. Interrogator, can you explore their memories?"

The interrogator's pretty face darkened for a moment. "That's an alien..."

Taylor said. "Just a split second, like a lie detector."

The interrogator sighed, psychic energy flickering in his eyes, and then he immediately replied. "They saw Space Marines. Damn, why are there so many strange things..."

Taylor, now holding his weapon, yelled at them, "What do you want!"

The greenskins immediately fell to the ground and shouted.

"The boss is dead, we need a new boss!"

"We want to defeat the bad cans!"

(End of this chapter)