Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 73: Fragile Alliance, Part 2
It is not easy to control a huge orc tribe. Taylor is well aware of this problem. Therefore, his second-in-command is not one of the three leaders, but an officer of the orc hunters.

In fact, he is more like a war boss, whether it is the training and management of the boys or other tedious matters.

So Taylor only had to give orders, and he had a lot to think about.

Now that new arrangements and war were about to begin, Taylor looked at Ferenstein uncertainly.

Just because he didn't know if he could survive this war.

I really want to run away...

But the entire Armageddon is so small, where can he run to?

Taylor spent day after day with inner anxiety and pain, and now the day has finally come to face those sufferings.

He sat on Ferenstein and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Calm down, calm down." He drew a "person" character on the palm of his hand and then ate it in one bite.

The interrogator asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Taylor was startled and replied with a frozen expression. "Why are you walking without making any noise?"

The interrogator saw Taylor's serious expression and thought that it must be war that could arouse the fighting spirit of this usually careless man.

The action just now must be a self-suggestion to improve combat effectiveness!

She smiled. "Walking silently is a specialty of an interrogator. I just didn't expect a war hero like you would need to do that little trick."

Taylor blushed slightly. "Of course, I'm human too."

The Inquisitor replied. "When you fought against the Space Marines, I saw no trace of mortal in you."

Taylor replied. "I do not believe that an ordinary person like me would be recognized by the Emperor."

That's right, there is no E-God Chosen in this world, there is only the unlucky Taylor, an unlucky guy who only makes things worse.

Since landing on Armageddon, he has not had a single peaceful day!
Taylor walked out of Ferenstein reluctantly and looked at the gray world through the thick lenses of his gas mask.

The dark sky and the suffocating toxic fog.

He thought about the scene of himself being slaughtered by Space Marines, but the depression he felt was seen by others as a fearless attitude towards death.

After all, his expression was so determined.

Almost everyone looked at him with admiration. Facing a war so close to the level of apocalypse, he remained calm, even though he didn't know how many tens of thousands of people would die next.

When several unfamiliar Iron Legion soldiers saluted Taylor, they muttered, "For the Emperor, brother."

Only then did Taylor look at them with a puzzled look.

"what?"

Then he answered immediately. "Yes, for the Emperor!"

I always feel like they have misunderstood something again?
Next, Taylor received a request to serve as a vanguard. To be more precise, the Imperial Guard believed that the greenskins were more valuable as front-line troops.

As the "waaghboss" war leader, Taylor must participate in this "waaaagh".

He couldn't imagine how a mere private like him could be mixed up with the commanders of those veteran imperial infantry regiments.

But when he saw the wolf squatting on the roof of Fulstein's car, his insecure heart seemed to feel a little more at peace.

For the peace of mind of old comrades...

Then, Taylor put on the exaggerated orc chief hat, straightened his back, and pointed the Likart saber at the sky.

The standing Space Marine leaning out from the roof of his car formed a strange scene. Frenstein, speeding, was almost at the forefront of the traffic. Countless green vehicles and aircraft roared forward. Taylor yelled a little shyly. "Waaaaaagh!" He practically mixed anger and fear in one voice. The sound was loud and clear, almost obvious to the boys.

He's waaagh!

The Fenris wolf couldn't help laughing. "Ahaha, funny!"

"Especially your big hat!"

At the same time, the big shrimp also spoke, shouting in the unique guttural voice of Fenrisian.

"waaaaagh!"

In the back, the Ultramarines Sergeant looked at the image sent by the Servo Skull, holding his head and said, "Don't tell anyone about this, or you will all be doomed!"

Those Imperial officers nodded like children. After all, everyone saw the wonderful posture of the Space Marines shouting waaagh. Just saying it out loud was enough for the Inquisition to consider shooting them!
But the good news is that the greenskins were indeed encouraged, and the defensive array formed by the cultists was instantly torn apart by the greenskins with high morale.

Countless dirty vehicles, even modified Lemanus tanks or Thunderhawk gunboats, displayed combat effectiveness beyond expectations.

Today, the cultists have three heavy defense lines with intricate trenches connected by countless communication trenches.

Several fortresses were stuck like tacks at traffic points, and countless artillery shells fell, sending the greenskin infantry and cultists to the sky.

At first, the greenskins tore through the outer defense almost instantly, but the cultists began to chant strange words, and then their bodies swelled and exploded like bombs.

Bang bang bang!
Taylor stared in amazement.

They really can do anything for the evil god!

Fenris Wolf commented. "Disgusting!"

Taylor looked at the disgusting scene of a living person suddenly turning into a mass of dead people. "I agree."

"The greenskins were actually stopped. Don't those guys want to live?" asked the interrogator.

Taylor answered uncertainly. "Probably."

But he also knew that such a ridiculous situation could not last long.

Because the Armageddon Iron Legion is coming.

Hundreds of Chimera armored vehicles and a large number of Imperial main battle tanks emerged from the greenskin tide, firing their main guns like thunder and the Chimera's multiple beam cannons, and those cultists fell like leeks.

The greenskin vehicles drew most of the cultists' bombardment, allowing the Iron Legion to advance with minimal cost.

Beautiful cooperation, the greenskins got waaagh, and the humans won.

But the good times didn't last long. When several red Land Raider tanks appeared on the battlefield, Taylor noticed something was wrong for the first time.

The tanks surrounded something he couldn't believe. It was 15 meters long, more than three times larger than an ordinary tank!
You can see the thick armor and bulging body at a glance.

The two huge artillery turrets and countless multi-linked machine guns, painted black, sang praises to the name of the God of All Machines.

There was a disgusting eight-pointed star of chaos painted on the car body, which was now flashing with an abnormal light.

That is……

Taylor watched in disbelief, his thighs beginning to tremble, and the wolf next to him couldn't help but whistle at the handsomeness of the engine.

It was an Emperor's Baneblade, an Imperial super-heavy tank, controlled by cultists.

A gift from the God of All Machines...

It is also the Empire's largest land vehicle besides the Titan.

(End of this chapter)