Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 76 The Long Night, Part 2
Taylor watched the Sergeant Major walk away. He wanted to help, but the main gun of the Poison Blade was always aimed at him. If he left with those Space Marines, this thing would definitely fire.

With the throne on top, all Taylor wanted in his life was to have tea somewhere nice, not like this.

He secretly grasped the blade made of the Licat insect's multiple limbs, but was unable to change his current powerless situation.

Taylor muttered to himself. "Think about it. Use your brain to figure out what to do, Taylor. Don't you usually have a lot of creative ideas?"

"If I were a mechanical priest, what would I do? If I could solve this behemoth, what would I do?"

He watched the fight between the Ultramarines Sergeant and Kosolax next to him. It was a duel far beyond the ability of mortals, and sparks from the collision of chainsaw swords and daggers flew one after another.

But the opponent is Khorne's chosen champion after all, and the Ultramarines Sergeant only has that damn dagger!
He will lose, and Taylor doesn't have much time. He admitted pessimistically that victory was not on his side today, but he suddenly saw a wolf stealthily installing a melta bomb on the body of the Poison Blade.

Taylor looked at him as he made a military gesture to silence him, and Taylor knew he had underestimated his friend.

very good!

that's it!
But as he was thinking that, the turret of the Poison Blade suddenly began to shake, and an observation hole looked directly at the Space Wolf.

By chance? By chance? Before the melta bombs were even dropped, the damn thing started spitting pellets.

But even so, it was the first time that Taylor saw the feeling of confusion on a tank.

But it’s not impossible…

His desire to survive began to roar in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and the rotten air and foul-smelling toxins passed through the gas mask and poured into his lungs like stale stuff.

After experiencing an epic lung injury, he charged towards the heavy poison blade in front of him with a ricart knife, ready to die.

As the saying goes, every profession has its own expertise, so the Imperial Guard must deal with the enemies of the Imperial Guard!

But his courage could not be said to be short-lived, it was probably only three seconds. After running a few steps, the huge artillery began to move, and his courage completely dissipated.

He stopped trembling in place, and the main guns fired at the same time. A huge noise and an amazing storm appeared, and he was thrown to the ground.

It felt like a whale flying by, and the bullets hit the hillside, kicking up a lot of mud.

How powerful this is!

If this monster had been driven into the forest, they wouldn't be alive today!
Taylor climbed up tremblingly, looking at the monster with almost incomparable fear. He immediately started to move forward with his hands and feet, and the second crushing cannon of the Poison Blade also began to move towards him.

"Ahhhh!"

With a startling scream, Taylor started running again, this time out of fear.

The thunderous sound of the Baneblade's main cannon awakened most of the cultists.

Now, a large number of enemies were watching them, or to be more precise, watching Taylor run onto the super-heavy tank and use a knife to pry open the temporary locks installed on the inlet and outlet casings of the poison blade.

As the sharp Likart knife cut through the metal, Taylor pulled open the Poison Blade's entry hatch. The crew members looked at this war-like man in fear and drew their guns to fight back.

The main reason was that Taylor's record of defeating Kosolax twice really scared them!

But in the next moment, they were cut in half by Taylor's anger.

Do not……

In fact, this record is a bit confusing. After all, no one except Taylor himself saw the situation inside the tank.

According to his own account, after he entered the tank, the cultists picked up automatic firearms, but they obviously lacked common sense.

So how is it possible to fire from inside a tank?
When several hot bullets bounced inside the tank, Taylor immediately screamed and fell to the ground, covering his head and running away. The others were killed by stray bullets because they did not take a defensive posture.

But most people would rather believe that Taylor fulfilled his emperor's responsibilities wisely and bravely through close combat, rather than relying on good luck.

After a while, Taylor raised his head vigilantly, touching the bullet hole on his imperial iron helmet that was made by a stray bullet at some point in time, and said with lingering fear.

"If the war is not conducted in a standardized manner, the relatives will shed tears..."

"They're not wearing helmets and they're using full-automatic mode. Could these guys be slaves pulled from that mine?"

He looked at the messy situation helplessly, and discovered a problem at the same time, that is, the crew members here were almost useless ornaments.

As Taylor looked at the corpses on the ground, he patiently threw the unlucky ones out of the tank one by one.

At the same time, he found the garbage code generator that affected the vehicle. It was plugged into the Poison Blade's main control system, a computer-like system called the Thinker.

He couldn't help but sigh that it was worthy of being the most elite engine of the empire, and it even had the Thinker system!
But he soon discovered that he couldn't pull out the knife-shaped useless code input device, and this tank was not driven by a person, but by this input device.

Maybe a demon or artificial intelligence?
No matter what, it's not a good thing. Taylor sighed and thought about how to deal with this thing since he was not a mechanical sage.

After all, although the Poison Blade cannot move now, we must not let it continue to help the heretics!
Taylor thought he might as well give it a try, so he raised the Likart and chopped down the heretical device that was inserted into the Thinker.

The blade cut through those things, sparks flashed continuously, and the entire poisonous blade let out a terrifying roar as if it was liberated, and the engine kept twitching, as if lamenting something.

When the restless voice ended, the machine soul, which had been tortured by chaos for who knows how long, became motionless.

Taylor performed the Eagle Salute for it, swearing that he still believed in its purity.

Loyalty is its reward.

But Taylor suddenly discovered that the Thinker system was not completely dead yet. He quickly pulled out a unique-looking object from the dial.

It looked a bit like a head, half the size of a human, filled with cables and metal, but part of the interior was what looked like wet human tissue, soaked in a strange liquid.

If this thing were brought into other worldviews, it would definitely be an evil thing used by the devil.

But here, this is just normal wetware, that is, using cloning or breeding, or even directly using living people, to create loyal and efficient equipment.

For example, a servitor or a large contemplator system like this.

Taylor had an absurd idea at this moment. What if he gave this thing to Ferenstein?

It's a bit unfaithful, but to be honest, Taylor is not afraid of it.

Because it hit the wrong way.

It spared its life, not because of those foolish mortal pilots, but because its proud machine spirit still burned.

Taylor disassembled the thing, put it in his tactical bag, and quickly left the remains of the engine.

He raised his head and soon saw a large number of Chaos Cultists approaching them.

Taylor almost fainted, his face ashen as he looked at this doomsday scene...

Then he took up arms and confessed something.

That is, he is definitely an unlucky guy.

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(End of this chapter)