Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 67 I, the War Chief, Part 1
Madam Interrogator is going to have a nightmare.

It was the first time she saw the greenskins being commanded by the Imperial Guard. Was it because she had explored the greenskins' memories that she was hallucinating?
She rubbed her eyes and made sure that those who were carrying sandbags and making weapons and equipment were definitely greenskins. She asked Taylor uncertainly.

"Is this correct?"

Taylor is now planning the camp, which is not only thriving but also expanding, with plans for an ammunition depot and scrap storage site.

He also wore a big hat used by green chieftains on his head, looking more like a war boss than a war boss.

He raised his head and asked the lady. "Right or wrong? The one who survives is right. There's no other way. If the greenskin can be used, then I will use it."

The interrogator asked uncertainly. "Why do I feel like you seem very happy?"

"Of course I'm happy to have reinforcements!" Taylor said almost in self-deprecation.

"You see, I am now... the orc leader..." His tone was inexplicably trembling, because how could Taylor not understand?

The orc leader represents other greenskins who want to usurp the throne. Within nine minutes of him becoming the boss, he killed three greenskins who wanted to be the boss.

But to survive, Greenskins are always better than Space Marines.

The only good news was that the orc hunters finally recognized him and were willing to help, but those guys looked greener than the greenskins.

Taylor wondered if it was because he became the temporary leader that made them think he was powerful enough.

The only good news is that all the power within this forest has been integrated by him. The bad news is that as a mortal, it is basically impossible for him to fully control such power.

But soon, this situation will change, as the enemy arrives as expected.

As soon as the Chaos Space Marines stepped into the forest, the bustling camp suddenly fell into endless silence.

Taylor gently knocked three times on the special alarm that imitated the sound of insects, and the green guys immediately got into their shelters.

Now, Taylor has suppressed the nature of the greenskins very well. Even if he himself is not aware of it, the greenskins will understand when they see his weapons and equipment, such as the Licat or Catachan knife.

This human is definitely a qualified leader!
His subsequent counter-assassination also proved this point. The green-skinned guys or larger leaders who attacked him were "easily" defeated by him.

Although Taylor thought he was just lucky, his hearing and sense of smell were indeed sensitive, and even the green-skin warriors with rich combat experience could not succeed in the assassination.

He had actually already taken control of this group of greenskins, and when he appeared he was still surprised that those guys could become so quiet.

Now, Kothorax was advancing, leading his own killing force, a force of 120 Space Marines and Chaos Cultists, rapidly advancing.

This was not the first time Kosolaks faced the forest, and he knew very well how to find the enemy, which was to use a flamethrower.

He waved his hand, and several cultists quickly moved forward with promethium burners, ready to clean up the place.

At the same time, several heavy bulldozers were ready to start work. As long as he removed this forest, he would occupy the main road to Armageddon.

This world is divided into two regions by such a forest, and controlling the forest means owning half of the territory of Armageddon!
As a Chaos Lord, Kosolax did have a good sense of tactics, but he quickly asked.

"Where's my burn team?"

A Space Marine replied. "Sir, we found their bodies nearby, and the burners were taken."

Kosolax punched the tree angrily, and the tree, which was as tall as a person, was broken in half.

"What's going on? Are there still local defenses? Could it be Catachan?"

Suddenly, several large-caliber bullets struck, instantly killing the Chaos cultist in front of Kotholax. He tried to find his enemy, but all he saw was an endless green forest...

"Haha, interesting." He picked up the axe and chopped at it. For him, as long as his behavior was pleasing enough, Khorne would bless him. When several humans hiding in the forest were torn apart by his chain saw axe, he laughed and said. "Indiscriminate attack! Find those rats!"

He lifted the mortal's head and looked at it.

He was wearing a green skull and looked ridiculous. He was probably one of those so-called orc hunters.

The hunter eventually becomes what he was meant to hunt.

He threw away the garbage without a care in the world.

He, Kosolax, was not the kind of person who would be delayed by such a ridiculous thing.

Just as he was about to move forward, he was hit in the shoulder armor by several explosive shells. At first he thought they were the remnants of the green-skinned killers, but soon he saw those real green-skinned people.

They hid behind sandbags, silent and angry like the Imperial Guard.

Humans and greenskins join forces?
He had no interest in slaughtering wild beasts that had lost their wildness.

Kosolaks was just about to call on his men to deal with those things, but soon, the complex and multi-faceted attacks made him look miserable.

Are these really greenskins? They are so quiet, so angry, and hate themselves so much.

Unless some sorcery could stuff a human soul into it, Cortholacus had no idea what he was dealing with.

He remained calm.

But Taylor was calmer. He hid behind a shelter, enduring the fear of his thighs trembling, and watched the oversized Space Marine slowly walk past him.

He was lucky that he didn't see himself, and the performance of those greenskins was beyond his expectations, but now he had to accomplish another thing.

He remembered the appearance of those orc hunters when they died. Those brave men were not the disloyal or degenerate humans that others claimed they were...

They planted the bombs on the front lines, thus losing the advantage of the ambush!

They were incredibly loyal, and yet that Chaos Marine had insulted them.

Taylor rarely gets angry, and most of the time it's because something has disturbed his most precious things.

His comrades.

Taylor was aiming at the bomb buried underground and muttering to himself.

"Let us meet again before the Emperor."

"My green-skinned brothers."

Now, Kosolax himself picked up the flamethrower and began to clear the forest.

Until a plasma shot grazed past him, and suddenly.

The earth is shaking and the sky is collapsing!
Half of his troops were sent into the sky by a bomb of exaggerated power, and the remaining third was buried. 30 Space Marines were disabled, and the cultists were almost completely wiped out.

Kosolaks looked at the sudden situation in disbelief, the explosion that covered the sky and the sudden shouting.

"waaaaagh!"

(End of this chapter)