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Chapter 83: Disgusting Chitin, Part 1
It only took a moment for those gene stealers to jump out of people's sight, and the Skitarii soldiers on the wall immediately drew out the melee weapons on their bodies and fought those guys in hand-to-hand combat.

However, most of the Skitarii soldiers fell down in an instant. The few officers who had brains were mostly family members of the Mechanicus who voluntarily transformed or former Imperial Guardsmen. They could still rely on their wisdom to make detours and counterattacks.

But they couldn't hold on for long. By the time those things arrived at the 15th squad's stationed area, Taylor had already arranged how to deal with them.

When the Genestealers approached the area, they probably intended to repeat their old tactics, using their agile bodies and sharp weapons to quickly kill the enemy.

In fact, they were more likely to underestimate the enemy of the Imperial Guard, who were made up of flesh and blood, than the Skitarii. After all, the shell of the Alpha-class Skitarii was really hard enough to block most individual weapons.

In comparison, Taylor's head can only take one stone.

This is a forging world, and even the gene stealers here believe one thing, that is, the flesh and blood of ordinary humans are extremely weak. There are even many people within their church who encourage physical or genetic modification.

They believed that the Four-Armed Emperor would grant power to mortals, and in fact they almost did it.

People rejoiced as their children grew closer to perfection. When the first pure-bred Genestealer was born in the dark sewers of the hive, tens of thousands of people in the entire church cheered.

This is their first step out of suffering.

Today, those "holy sons" slaughtered the high-ranking mechanical bodies like pigs and dogs with overwhelming force, which gave these bastards of the Genestealer Church immense courage and strength.

Even those cunning purebloods themselves didn't take Taylor and the others seriously.

But when a bomb hit the body of the Genestealer in mid-air, a "Holy Son" was directly knocked away and fell to the ground, and was immediately shot in the head by a depleted uranium flintlock rifle with strong penetrating properties.

The Genestealers showed fear, and when they realized that flesh and blood were not weak, they stopped in their tracks before the Imperial veterans for the first time.

Those cunning creatures used the bodies of the dead Crusaders as cover, hoping to survive, but when a huge armored vehicle suddenly hit them, they were caught off guard and scattered like bowling pins.

"All hits!" Ms. Katie emphasized in the communicator, and then Taylor took a long breath and answered.

"Get out of the car, start the massacre, aim for the spine, destroy the nervous system and it will be dead."

After saying that, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He has many ways to deal with old friends. After all, the first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar, and he is not a guy who cannot improve.

As long as the gene stealers realized they couldn't take this place, they would retreat, and he would live two more days, which were extremely precious.

Taylor was very determined about this. After all, he understood that if he lost the defense, he would have no place to live, and then he would starve and lose again.

In the end, his head was chopped off and put on something unknown and used as a sacrifice to something unknown.

He's seen too much of this.

Taylor never wanted to end up like this. His dream was to be buried in peace, get married, have children, and retire home.

I go to the same place every day, have delicious food, cute children, can see a doctor when I get old, and can tell my stories to my children while sitting by the fire.

That's what being an Imperial Guard is for!
He was immersed in the beauty, but did not notice that a Genestealer was silently crawling from the top of the wall to his side.

The guys hadn't given up yet, they wanted to kill the officer, so they crawled over under fire, while the tired Taylor was still distracted.

When the blade was raised and at the critical moment, Taylor belatedly raised the Likart Knife. Amid his screams and fear, people only saw a Genestealer's claw being cut in half by the sharp Likart Knife.

Only then did Taylor remember that the weapon he was using was stronger than the thing's body. It was a terrifying thing that was powerful enough to cut through tank armor.

Taylor couldn't unleash its power more because he was a human being and lacked physical strength, otherwise chainswords and power swords would not be standard equipment for Imperial officers.

However, the Genestealer's attack was so powerful that the Likart Blade unleashed its full power, instantly severing its limbs. Ironically, weapons made from Zerg limbs became the nemesis of the Zerg, even though they were ineffective against Space Marines!

As the Genestealer slowed down due to the pain of broken limbs, the depleted uranium of the Lightling girl pierced his head again.

Disgusting blood splattered on Taylor's face. Mm, it still tasted the same.

He had eaten enough of the "delicacies" of the insect swarm, but every time he was attacked by those insects that liked close combat, his mouth would always be covered with a lot of leftovers.

"Bah bah bah!"

Taylor kept vomiting those things, but his mind still subconsciously brought in the unique smell of mud of the Genestealer.

To be precise, he even ranked the tastes in his head. The most delicious one was the Licat worm, followed by the Storm Trooper worm.

In this way, he was the first person in the Empire to taste the Zerg. After all, the Behemoth Zerg had only been in the galaxy for a while, and he was the first person to eat the Tyrant.

It wasn't much of an honor, and Taylor didn't even want to enjoy it.

He coughed up the damn alien fluids, and then the girl from Lightling immediately hugged him and said gratefully, "Boss! The gun you gave me is so useful!"

Taylor pushed her away, not because it felt bad, but because the average temperature of this forging world was around 35 degrees, and she was a Leitling with a higher body temperature.

Taylor didn't have a weird hobby of smelling girls' sweat, so he stopped there.

He got up again to make sure the damned things were retreating. The Genestealer Church had apparently given up on capturing this place, but the situation hadn't improved.

The attack caused the Mechanicus to lose a lot of manpower, and the starport is still under enemy control.

Taylor sighed pessimistically and prepared to go to bed.

He has done his work, now he is a free man, and that is what a professional soldier is.

It means working eight hours a day and working overtime just to survive.

It’s similar to the previous life, except that the work risk is a billion times greater.

But Tychus soon interrupted his dream. The political commissar stopped at his camp and spoke.

"We need to regain air superiority. Take your men and eliminate the enemies entrenched in the starport."

Taylor replied angrily. "Dream on! I'm not leaving this camp!"

Tychus said quickly, "We have reinforcements. They need to get off the plane, or you'll be surrounded by Genestealers forever!"

Taylor immediately changed his tone. "Please give me enough brothers!" He could still distinguish between a one-time job and a daily job.

If we can’t solve the problem here, everyone will have to change their rations.

Old Tychus also said, "Take a few mobile squads with you. There are enough Chimeras and Sentinels, by the way."

"You know the people coming to support us this time. They're the Krieg. You have a good relationship with them. The enemy commander assigned you to this mission."

Taylor thought of the pretty blond Krieger girl…

I wonder if she is still alive?
(End of this chapter)