Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 68 I, the War Chief, Part 2
Taylor listened to the waaagh sound in the forest that shook the sky and the world. His heart seemed to be pulled by something, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"waagh..."

The others looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

The interrogator said, "Don't joke like that in front of me."

"I have the right to declare you a heretic."

Taylor replied immediately. "But I think if I call out, those greenskins might be more motivated and have better morale."

He actually felt a little guilty, maybe he had turned into a green-skinned person?
Looking at the green-skinned guys who were charging continuously, he wiped the plasma gun in his hand.

Did he win?
It was a bit uncertain. The greenskins almost overwhelmed the Chaos Space Marines, but Taylor felt that things would not be that simple, just like usual.

Then, there was the roar of chain axes, and the chains made of single-molecule blades turned and tore through the flesh of the greenskins. The guys without heavy armor looked like they were cut like butter.

Taylor raised his weapon vigilantly. A particularly tall Chaos Space Marine crawled out from the corpses. He looked at the greenskin next to him, holding a grenade in one hand and wielding a chainsaw in the other.

The scene is like dancing in the blood, and it even has an indescribable beauty.

And Taylor just felt.

Do you want to fight a monster like this?

He had just slaughtered countless of his Chaos Space Marine brothers!
This guy must hate him to the core!
He immediately realized that he was careless and did not make a tactical shift. If he had just left the area, he probably would not have been discovered.

The green skin affects me a lot...

He immediately held his breath, hoping that this guy would not notice him, until Kosolax looked at the bushes that had just sniped him.

Kosolaks wondered why he hadn't seen through the disguise before. That damn thing had made him so embarrassed.

He ordered his fellow Space Marines to hold their ground while he sprinted forward, his chainsaw axe tearing through the camouflage. The next moment, he felt a tremor in his brain.

"Psionic energy!" He paused for a moment, blood flowing from his eyes. However, as veterans with thousands of years of experience, the Space Marines' resistance to psionic energy was amazing.

But Taylor screamed as he plunged a Catachan dagger into his knee, and after the sting, the Chaos Space Marine broke free from those controls.

He swung his arms, trying to kill Taylor like pinching an ant, but Taylor quickly dodged and screamed as he stabbed his knee again.

Kosolax could only kneel on one knee and look at the ridiculous mortal in front of him...

"Haha, you did a good job, but to kill someone, you have to attack my neck, not my thigh." He gave a compliment, at least it was a compliment to him.

The voice carried the electromagnetic sound of the power armor loudspeaker, and at this moment, Kosolax only needed to shout loudly to break Taylor's eardrums, making it difficult for him to resist.

But Kosolax became interested. He wanted to duel with this mortal and use his blood to serve his master.

Taylor replied breathlessly, his voice trembling. "I can't break your armor!"

Kotholacus replied. "Then die, servant of the Corpse King."

He looked forward to the mortal's blood covering his armor, making the bright red even brighter.

The chainsaw axe roared and he raised the weapon high. The speed was indescribable and it was faster than an ordinary person could react.

But Taylor retreated and left. As he watched the loyal and reliable imperial soldier running away at the fastest speed, Kosolax subconsciously asked himself for the first time.

Could it be that the clown is smarter than he thought?

He destroyed his mobility in advance, used psychics to contain the action, and did not linger in the fight. He could also control the greenskins and launch an ambush.

Beating myself so badly...

His knee had begun to heal, and his power armor had injected him with dozens of highly effective stimulants and healing potions. He was sure he could catch up with the man now. But he didn't dare move forward. Believing in Khorne didn't mean he was clueless. Even if the Butcher's Nail stung his head, he understood.

Continuing forward could lead to failure.

Corsolax said to the other Space Marines, "Go back and rest, and request support from the troops first."

"Also, dig out those buried in the soil."

"I know they can still move!"

He left quickly, much to Taylor's relief.

He ran quite far, and then seeing that no one was chasing him, he asked his brothers to come out from the cover on the side. At the same time, the greenskins who were setting up traps and ambushes on this road also came out a little disappointed.

The interrogator suggested. "It seems your plan has failed."

Taylor rolled his eyes. "No, I fought off the Space Marines, and you're saying I failed?"

The interrogator suddenly frowned. "Indeed, I don't know when my expectations of you have reached this level."

Taylor asked a green boy next to him, "How many boys did we lose?"

The green creature replied, "Boss, one-third of us are dead, not a small number, but we can still survive!"

"Your plan was brilliant, boss, you almost killed the big bad can!"

"So cunning, just like Mao Ge or Gao Ge!"

He was blustering with praise, but the harsh tone made Taylor wonder if they were scolding him...

Taylor estimated that his own military strength was not enough...

Ok……

This is a bit troublesome. They are facing an army that came out of the Eye of Terror, and all he has in his hands are a bunch of greenskins and damn scrap weapons. It is obviously impossible to defeat those Chaos believers with such an army.

He immediately began planning new tactics or ambushes, but he was unsure if he could pull it off given his greatly reduced strength.

After all, most of those Space Marines were not dead. Even if they were blown into the sky, they could continue fighting after being dug out.

Now it seems that Taylor's actions have accomplished nothing except irritating them.

He helplessly counted the number of greenskins, but soon he found something wrong.

How come there are more?
Now he has 1 loyal green-skinned guys under his command, as well as 300 orc hunters who came from nowhere.

The greenskins will gather because of the war... these words flashed through Taylor's mind.

Those guys were looking at him at the moment, ten thousand pairs of eyes, making Taylor feel as if his skin was being pricked by needles, and his undeserved reputation seemed to be starting to take effect.

This group of greenskins seemed to be a small tribe in the nearby wasteland. They came here because they heard about the war and the rumors about Bad Can and Taylor. Then, they were bewitched by the greenskins serving under Taylor and joined this new tribe...

The orc hunters came to observe because the battle was fierce.

Those things now shouted excitedly to Taylor as he walked into the camp hall.

"waaghboss! waaaghboss!"

Taylor looked at his "boys" with a bewildered expression.

It seems like he has been pushed into some extraordinary position?
(End of this chapter)