Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 74: Fragile Alliance, Part 3
Today, Land Raiders and super-heavy poison blade tanks form a defensive array. They occupy the entire hilltop, with a beautiful height difference, enough to destroy enemies within 10 kilometers around like a sniper rifle.

The premise is that their drivers are experienced enough.

But such firepower, coupled with that damn heavy earth-shaking cannon that never stops, is enough to hinder enemies ten times its number.

They were like a physical ceasefire agreement, instantly extinguishing the raging flames on the front line. Under the command of the leader, the orcs began to dig temporary trenches to stabilize the front line.

The Imperial Guard set up defensive artillery and temporary Skyfire systems, and the Lemanus and Chimera tanks made this place look like an impregnable fortress.

But the commanders were actually in chaos.

The Emperor's Bane Blade dealt a heavy blow to morale. A weapon that was said to be the closest to divine machines (Titans) now fell into the hands of traitors.

A high-ranking priest of the Mechanicum approached, holding a power axe, his three arms and highly mechanized body twitching at an overclocked frequency.

He had to express his "insights" and curse loudly.

"Oh, O Messiah! Blasphemy! What blasphemy!"

Om Messiah refers to the Emperor.

Taylor slightly converted the mechanical accent of the Necromancer's into Gothic in his mind.

His pupils, or rather his eyelids, were flickering with uncertain light, and the little flesh and blood left on his arms was trembling.

He questioned the Iron Legion officer, as if asking why the Baneblade was there and not in an Imperial hangar.

The major general replied, "Early in the invasion, our armory personnel were corrupted. By the time we discovered this, the Bane Blade had already been lifted off by several heretic gunships!"

Tychus said. "Then why did you conceal this matter? You are treating our soldiers as a joke."

"By the Emperor!" the Major General sighed. "This has nothing to do with loyalty or faith. We simply don't believe those traitors can fully debug the Poison Blade in such a short time."

"A heavy tank! It's the most unruly Machine Spirit in the entire empire besides the Titans!"

In fact, this conversation is leading things to another point, another point that no one wants to know, that is, the legendary Dark Mechanicus.

Long before the Emperor walked the earth, the Mechanicum fell apart due to ideological differences during the great demonic invasion.

Some remained loyal to the Emperor, their Omni-Messiah, while others embraced unfettered knowledge and fell into the Dark Mechanicus.

Only the traitorous waste code could corrupt a sacred machine so quickly. Thinking of this, Taylor felt that he was saying something very evil.

It's like a saint being abducted, turning into a succubus and coming back to attack the people she once protected.

But the fall of a poison blade is not such a gentle matter.

Her main gun was equivalent to a giant bomb. Taylor had just seen it on the battlefield, where it shot a Lemanus tank in half.

The turret below her is a siege crusher cannon, which is usually used to deal with defensive works and city walls. One shot is enough to turn hundreds of people into minced meat!
The gap between Baneblade and Lemanus is like the gap between mortals and Space Marines, or even bigger!
But Taylor's nervous nerves have been completely numb. With demons summoning in front and poisonous blades blocking his way behind, he now feels no hope at all.

Now the entire command point is in chaos like an orc's lair. The leaders are cursing the orc boss for being unreliable, and the human officers are cursing the orc leaders for being aliens.

Just as they were about to start a war because of the problem with the poison blade tanks, a large number of imperial elites above the school level and the war leaders who ruled over thousands of guys were about to turn into hive city hooligans.

This situation forced Taylor to tremble in fear and shout at those who had higher authority and military rank than him.

This was not because he had become courageous, but because he understood that if there was internal strife at this time, they would all be slaughtered one by one by Angron!
They didn't have the newly risen Lion El'Jonson, Primarch of the Dark Angels. Now they were facing a war that was close to apocalyptic proportions!

At this moment he slammed the table, and the greenskins and officers all looked over. Taylor was subconsciously nervous about the atmosphere, his eyes became sharp, his expression froze, and his usual sense of relaxation disappeared.

The greenskins whispered to each other. "This is the first time we've seen the boss look so serious..."

The officers were fooled by the aura of the Warmaster of the Astra Militarum and subconsciously saluted Taylor.

But Taylor couldn't speak. He was just nervous and silent. He walked out of the command point in a hurry, leaving behind a sighing back.

At this moment, silence fell in the commander-in-chief's tent.

An officer sighed. "What the hell are we doing..."

"Look, how ridiculous! If the Emperor saw us like this, he would think we are incompetent."

"We have failed the Emperor, insulting and fighting like barbarians, but we are powerless against those traitors!"

He looked at the others with disappointment. Those officers also thought of Taylor's expression just now. The empire's war heroes always see so far.

The Major General spoke up. "As an Armageddonian, I can actually allow the Greenskins to win, because we've been fighting you bastards for centuries."

"But I can't stand heretics getting their hands on this place!"

He inserted his saber into the long table, sinking the blade into it. The others looked at their superior seriously, and the greenskins also sighed.

"Kill the heretic!"

"Kill the heretics!" the officers echoed.

But at this moment, Taylor, the instigator of this incident, was sitting on Ferenstein, shyly complaining to the wolf.

"Ah, a Space Marine like you wouldn't understand. A mortal like me would always get stage fright."

"You have no idea how embarrassing the situation was just now, with so many people looking at me..."

He said in self-deprecation. "Come on, some more mushroom wine."

Wild Wolf replied with a smile. "They don't care. We just need to think about how to fight. Those officers won't understand."

But before Taylor could complain, he saw a messenger coming from a distance. He spoke seriously to all the members.

"Everyone, thank you Captain Taylor for your encouragement. You've restored the confidence of the top brass!"

"Now, we are going to form an assassination team with the vanguard troops and elite space warriors to destroy the poison blade."

"Since she no longer belongs to us, let her rest in peace! This is the will of the God of All Things and the Emperor!"

"And you have been chosen to be one of the Infiltrators! This is the Emperor's will!"

Taylor sobered up immediately and scolded.

"I do the work of a Space Marine?"

(End of this chapter)