Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 82 The God of All Things, Part 3
She ate like a tiny rodent, even though Taylor remembered the Mechanic Priest treating food more like fuel to power a body.

Only those fools who have not been fully transformed need to eat. More efficient promethium fuel or electricity is the gift from the God of All Machines.

Now, Taylor unpacked the weapons and equipment given by the mechanical teachers. Most of them were ammunition. There was a good depleted uranium gun that could be given to the girl Lightling to use as a sniper, as well as fuel and explosive bombs for Frenstein.

They actually gave us five boxes at once. You know, normally you have to persuade Tychus to give you a box, which contains about 200 rounds, and that requires a lot of persuasion.

Is this the oil man? He is really rich and powerful.

He fiddled with those things with his fingers, and if it weren't for his good self-control, he would have drooled.

After all, this thing can really save lives.

But soon, his greed was interrupted, and the Mechanicus girl emphasized the matter of gun maintenance and ammunition in a serious manner.

She suddenly walked closer quickly, looking at the plasma in Taylor's hand, chewing something in his mouth, and observing the cherished and carefully maintained gun.

She swallowed her food and said, "This weapon already has a machine spirit. A personal weapon like this takes many years of care and use to develop, and this one is clearly still very young."

Taylor thought about it and thought, maybe it was because it had killed quite a few aliens?
Generally speaking, machine spirits are only born around loyal people, but he looked around and couldn't see any connection between his team and "loyalty".

Next, the woman began to chant binary hymns and sprinkle burning incense, just to complete the handover.

In Taylor's view, this is actually unnecessary.

The complicated rituals of the Mechanicus and their damned red tape are not something worth promoting.

What the Emperor left behind was probably a mistake...

He finally sighed, and then swore in front of the lady that he would treat the weapon well. Taylor said a long paragraph of words equivalent to a wedding vow before the Mechanicus girl agreed.

This is difficult. Now he suspects that finding a wife for the rest of his life might be considered cheating...

After dealing with those troublesome Mechanicus-style things, Taylor climbed up the towering city walls, those things made of adamantium, and the walls were hung with terrifying heavy weapons and doll-like members of the Guardian Corps.

Taylor picked up the telescope and looked at the nearby scenery. To be precise, there was no scenery here. Except for the cracked earth due to over-development, which was quite beautiful, the rest was just layers of metal.

Compared to this place, cyberpunk is a paradise on earth.

The thick metal walls of the hive block the influx of wind and sand. Apart from the narrow streets where strange things might appear at any time, this place is truly depressing.

The only good news for Taylor is that he doesn't have to actually face a demon, at least not now.

There was a lot of bad news, such as the civil strife within the Mechanicus, Chaos contamination and Genestealers.

Each one of them can easily destroy a world, and now when added together, it gives Taylor a special surprise.

Each of them has unique skills, and their fighting spirit and endurance are outstanding among the many enemies of the empire.

Now, Taylor couldn't figure out how to leave here. A large number of Genestealers and rebellious Mechanicus blocked the starport. Before clearing out the local rebel forces, he couldn't even get on the transport plane he had dreamed of.

Skadi's first redemption group was not large in size and consisted of veterans, so they barely found this place by relying on multiple breakthroughs.

If other reinforcements also need to go through the starport...

Taylor is scratching his head about this!
Or maybe he shouldn't have left the Imperial Cruiser in the first place?
But he had to prioritize those three damn things. The Genestealers were actually number one, after all, who knew when their Broodmaster would psionically summon the Devourer?
The second is the Mechanicus, because they control the divine machinery and a large number of ports.

Finally, there are the remnants of the chaotic forces.

To a certain extent, Taylor even suspected that it was the Mechanicus who was secretly funding the Genestealers. Otherwise, how could those unruly people get the Hydra tanks, even though they were already outdated.

Taylor could only think that it would be best if the Hydra was really a broken piece repaired by the Genestealers themselves, rather than there being any cooperation issues behind it.

However, given the arrival of the Imperial Guard, perhaps they will be the factor that changes the situation?
Taylor was thinking this when suddenly a bullet grazed his troubled head. He immediately pulled a Skitarii in front of him. Before there was a bang, Taylor had already shouted.

"Take cover!"

About two hours later, Taylor sat behind the wall's cover, watching the fallen Skitarii members, checking his own gun again and again to see if it was in good condition.

Countless heavy artillery shells smashed into the translucent void shield, causing those illusory things to flash beautifully, like fireworks celebrating the end of Taylor's life.

Large numbers of deformed Genestealer bastards slowly advanced under the command of their bishops, driven to attack by their own faith and destiny, and then killed like straw by the coordinated movements of the Mechanicus Legions.

The bombs hadn't stopped firing since an hour ago, and the sound was enough to tear Taylor's eardrums.

In general.

Now, a large number of Genestealers have arrived on Lemanus tanks and basilisks. If it weren't for the large void shields of the Mechanicus' fortress, this place would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

It was interesting, they had so many Imperial vehicles that even with the Genestealer modifications and disguises, Taylor could tell they were actually quite new.

He knows, of course he knows, because he is an expert in this!
The Black Mechanicus cooperated with the enemy. Obviously, they were now facing not just a bunch of Genestealers, but a large number of Genestealers with heavy weapons.

They're all idiots! If they gave those weapons to the Genestealers, they themselves would be wiped out, so what would the future hold?

Taylor cursed those damn Mechanicus members countless times in his heart until three or four strange creatures climbed up the wall.

What it is?
He is very familiar with that thing, what is it?

The Genestealer, his old friend, his old enemy, his nightmare, the scourge of the hive, the vanguard of the swarm that can cut through the Terminator.

They have chitinous shells covered with bulletproof ceramic steel prepared for them by mortals, and their feet are connected with climbing claws.

Genestealers are ugly enough as it is, and this armored version is even more sinister in its ugliness.

Those things quickly removed the tattered iron sheets and climbing claws, as if they had been trained a thousand times, and then looked at Taylor with those disgusting eyes.

damn it!
Taylor couldn't help but curse. "Why did those guys arm this thing?"

Then he raised his likard, looked at the weapon, and muttered to himself.

"I killed the killer bugs... let alone... them."

His tone was serious, but his broken words and trembling thighs could not convince him.

(End of this chapter)