Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 70 I, the War Chief, Part 4
An unusual gathering of a massive waaagh on Armageddon, not the largest in the history of the place, but still awe-inspiring nonetheless.

Today, large numbers of Ork flying boats and Ork chariots are rapidly shuttling across the endless wilderness of Armageddon.

Those green guys all had happy smiles on their faces, because they knew that this was the endless joy brought to them by their leader Taylor.

war!

But inside Ferenstein, Taylor was looking at a green-skinned stylist holding two colorful hairs. Why was it called "only"?
Because the scientific name of that thing is Hairy Squig, and Squig is a companion creature of the orc race, equivalent to their livestock.

The Hairy Squig is an interesting creature. Its body is covered with colorful hair and it has a small mouth on the front. It survives by biting the scalp of its host and sucking blood.

And those colorful hairs become the most vivid colors on the orcs' bald heads.

Therefore, the orc stylist recommended that Taylor change the monotonous black hair of Squig to yellow.

Only in this way can one be comparable to the status of the leader of the beast pack!
Taylor, on the other hand, answered the bastard in a gentle and elegant manner using all sorts of Gothic swear words, saying that if he was bitten by those things, he would die!

After the stylist left, the interrogator, who was watching nearby, gloated, "It seems you're quite popular with them."

Taylor looked at the fungal beer on the table, a drink from the greenskin tribe, brewed in small quantities and usually only served to war bosses. This alone was enough to confirm that Taylor was indeed "popular".

He had a bad relationship with the greenskins when he first joined the battle line. It might be the retribution for killing too many greenskins. Of course, for the greenskins, this was not retribution, but a matter of course.

The being that kills enough bosses becomes the Orc boss. No doubt, they only want to enjoy greater waagh and war, and don't care who rules them at all.

He took a sip of the beer. In fact, some soldiers in the empire had tasted this kind of stuff, which came from the defeated orc camp.

The taste is very unique and fresh. Taylor finds it hard to imagine using "fresh" to describe beer. It tastes like a lot of cold, slightly bitter, alcoholic and bubbly mushroom soup.

Surprisingly not hard to drink?

He curled his lips and said, "I had no choice. I ended up like this before I knew it. It's not so much that I became the leader of the greenskins, but rather that I was pushed into this position."

"Actually, if they weren't enemies, they'd be cuter than I thought."

The interrogator replied, "But we must never forget our loyalty. All this is only to deal with heretics. When this cooperation ends..."

She fears the rise of an Ork empire on Armageddon.

Taylor replied, "No, they would just fight each other to be the leader."

Feeling the vibrations that Ferenstein was now making as he moved forward, he sighed slowly.

"I didn't expect things to turn out like this, and I'm just an unlucky guy..."

"Madam Inquisitor, if we die, where do you think our souls will go? The Emperor or something?"

She didn't answer the question, but just smiled and said, "We won't die."

Taylor asked uncertainly. "Did the Emperor tell you this?"

The interrogator replied, "No, such confidence comes from your courage and wisdom."

Taylor replied in confusion. "Why are you talking about something I don't own?"

She simply gave a meaningful smile. Then, the bombardment from the Chaos Space Marines began.

This feeling was very familiar to Taylor. It was not the first time he was bombarded. Those things should be the earth-shaking cannons they captured. To be honest, the feeling of being attacked was similar.

The huge convoy speeding across the wasteland was forced to speed up and move forward quickly under the bombardment. The cultists, in fear, loaded the bullets into the muzzles of the guns in front of them again and again.

Kotholacus walked out from one side of the battle line, looking at the convoy in the distance, holding the chain axe in his hand.

Things had to be settled eventually, those damn beasts were becoming more numerous, but he still had faith.

Now the entire World Eaters' ground camp is backed by a huge red canyon, and they only need to face the pressure from the front.

The wizards are trying their best to fight against the Corpse King's Astronomican. When they block the shackles that prevent the Warp from entering the real universe, their Primarchs who were expelled by the Grey Knights can reappear in the world.

He had to admit that the human had caused him a lot of trouble.

He quickly moved forward with some of his brothers, and the assault team used jet packs to perform rapid maneuvers and long-distance jumps.

They soar like falcons, wielding chainsaw axes to chop apart those damned greenskin vehicles, or using grenade launchers to kill lone greenskins.

He raised his bolter and hit several greenskins flying with rocket packs.

Kosolax felt the Butcher's Nail on his head roaring. He looked at the special engine. Franstan and the scout were right. The greenskins were protecting this engine.

The thing looked quite inconspicuous, fitting the mortal who had stabbed him in the knee, and it was hard to imagine the greenskins succumbing to that ridiculous creature.

He took out the melta bomb, ready to destroy Ferenstein directly, but at the critical moment, the familiar psychic tingling began to appear.

He won't be fooled again!
But a carbine shot struck his palm, causing the bomb to drop, a mere momentary hesitation caused by psychic energy.

He looked at where the projectile had come from, where a sniper, a Raitling, was crawling out of the observation hole, sticking his head out like a hamster, and firing rapidly.

Kosolax said angrily. "Land! I will wash away my humiliation with blood."

The jetpack slowed him down, and he landed on the ground, the servos in his armor humming. He raised his weapon and slashed at Frenstein, preparing to tear the engine apart with his chainsaw axe.

But the huge force and the unusually strong Frenstein knocked him away in an instant, and Kosolax looked at the thing in disbelief.

"This isn't a Chimera!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pierced into the abdomen by the sharp horns of Frenstein. Fortunately, he was not a clumsy Zerg warrior, but a veteran of many battles.

His jets spit out flames again, and the pull on his abdomen pulled out a lot of intestines and blood, but he survived.

An enraged Corsolax stood atop Frenstein and yelled, "Get out!"

Then he smashed the roof of the car again and again with a chainsaw axe, sparks flying everywhere, and Taylor hid underneath in fear, speaking in a trembling voice.

"Damn it! A lunatic smashed my car!"

No wonder the thugs were so scary. Taylor understood that this time he was from the perspective of a hive noble, but this thug was a traitor Space Marine!

(End of this chapter)