Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 80 The God of All Things, Part 1
The entire hive is burning. Ironically, it's probably no different from the Horus Heresy.

Taylor watched the hives constantly exchanging fire from a Valkyrie transport.

Now, whether it was guys inexplicably wearing robes, civilians armed to protect their property, or members of the Mechanicus, they were all fighting each other.

It seems that the Skadi First Redemption Legion found a good time to come here, but compared to the chaos here, Armageddon is still much more terrifying.

For the first time, Taylor felt that the guys shooting at each other were just a small fight. Two years ago, he would probably have immediately found a place to hide and hoped that no explosives would fall on his head.

Well, that's the case now, except that those guys can't hit the flying armed transport plane, so Taylor has the capital to gloat, but he also understands that he will have to go down soon.

Taylor urged. "Can Ferenstein be used?"

Roland replied. "Anytime, anywhere, Boss!"

He asked again. "Is the ammunition in?"

Katie emphasized. "That's enough for us to kill hundreds of people!"

Taylor said generously. "That's great news."

And then looking down at the civilians shooting at each other or something.

But he found that an old Hydra anti-aircraft vehicle was pushed onto the street for some reason.

"That's not good news."

He shouted vigilantly. "See that old thing?"

The driver said with a relaxed tone, "Look at the rust and the damage. Those thugs don't know how to maintain a divine machine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the right side of the transport plane exploded. Several bombs penetrated the plane and the pilot was directly blown in the head by shrapnel thrown up by the explosion.

Taylor was familiar with the route and got on the Ferris wheel easily, then activated the emergency landing system.

From his initial distrust of the rocket device to now beginning to praise the inventor in his heart, a serious change has occurred in his heart.

When Frenstein landed accurately on a standard street inside an Imperial hive city, the various stalls and shops made of fiber cloth there had been overturned.

Everything from ant meat to synthetic food was blown up and flew everywhere, and their restlessness also disturbed the people who were fighting fiercely here.

On both sides of the street were what looked like ordinary imperial citizens, referring to the fact that they were holding automatic rifles and shooting wildly at the opposite sides.

Yes, these are the ordinary citizens of the Empire, and if the weapons they carry are more threatening, they will become thugs.

But Taylor had been in the planetary defense force and didn't know which side was loyal. In this case, the only answer was to kill them all, but he didn't want to waste too much ammunition.

He checked the datapad to confirm where the Imperial Guard's temporary camp was, and also found that the dilapidated Hydra tank was already targeting them.

damn it……

Taylor yelled. "Start the engine! I don't want to be run through!"

The next moment, Franstan shouted buzzingly, and fired a bomb that hit its front armor, causing a lot of sparks to burst out. Then Franstan gave the tank a hug.

It was a rough and angry hug. The sharp horn completely penetrated the interior of the tank, distorting its armor, which was not very strong to begin with.

Amidst the flashing sparks, Taylor thought he had done enough, but then there was no screaming or running away from the civilians, only them slowly moving forward.

"Are those guys crazy? We are the Imperial Guard!" Taylor cursed, as if asking if the Imperial Skyhawk in his car was not bright enough?

Which gods gave them such courage?

"Fire at will!" Taylor cursed. Although he was usually timid when facing Space Marines or Zerg swarms, here were only a few ridiculous mobs, and they were threatening his life.

kindness?

That thing is the emperor's right, he is only responsible for punishment.

When the laser instantly shattered the arms or bodies of the thugs, the exploded objects fell to the ground, and the windbreakers or cloth covering them tore apart, exposing abnormal parts of the poor people's bodies.

For example, the third arm is asymmetrical, there are strange symbols on the forehead, and the hairless head or mouth is directly transformed into a sharp and ugly mouthpart.

Taylor knows this stuff all too well.

"Genestealer hybrids, a bunch of bastards..."

The term "bastard" is not an insult, but refers to real bastards whose blood is mixed with the genes of a group of Zerg scouts.

Those things use psychic powers to trick humans into thinking they are family, and then expand their families through endless inbreeding.

This is quite disgusting. Those hybrids will turn back into their ancestors in constant iterations, purebred gene stealers, and among them there are also many hybrids that are exactly the same as humans, and can even infiltrate the upper echelons of the empire.

Usually, when these guys crawl out from the dark side of the hive, it means that the Zerg is approaching, and the Great Devourer has awakened his servants and ordered them to cause as much chaos as possible in the world.

Apparently, the Inquisition considered those ridiculous religions, such as the "Four-Armed Emperor", as heretical activities and threw itself at them.

Taylor cursed those guys in his heart about 30-60 times, and then cursed. "Retreat!"

He had seen real pure-blooded Genestealers. Those creatures had hooked bodies and extremely sharp limbs that could easily cut through the outside of heavy armor. Even veteran Space Marines did not dare to engage in close combat with them.

Sure enough, as Ferenstein retreated, several ugly creatures began to pounce forward, and Taylor immediately cursed. "Damn it!"

"We can't run away, crash back!"

The next moment, Frenstein crashed back again, and the sharp body of the car instantly cut half of the bodies of the gene stealers.

But their strong survivability allowed those things to wriggle with only half of their bodies and slash at Taylor and his car.

But Taylor was quick-witted and shot them to the Great Devourer before their limbs could scratch his car.

Now Taylor had to take back his evaluation. The thing that gave them the courage to attack him was more powerful than the Four Gods!

When Team 15 finished cleaning up the things and Taylor breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave, they were surrounded by another group of civilians.

Taylor raised his weapon and prepared to let them see the consequences of obstructing the Imperial Guard, but some of them took out precious food and spoke in a pleading tone.

"Adults, save us!"

Taylor wasn't sure what they were, and at this point he didn't relent, he just put the gun to the young man's head and said.

"Get out of here before my mercy runs out."

"I will not put my friends in any danger of betrayal. Blame it on your enemies being Genestealers!"

The civilian showed a painful expression and directed the crowd to make way and send away the only possible savior.

And he understood that the fact that they were not shot immediately was a sign of the kindness of the man before him...

And this is the end of the 41st millennium, the darkest period of human civilization.

(End of this chapter)