Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 84: Disgusting Chitin, Part 2
The sky darkened, and Taylor led some soldiers out of that peaceful place, stepping over the corpses of the Genestealer hybrids.

Taylor looked at the damn houses here. What he hated most was street fighting, so he was very vigilant and asked the soldiers to report what they saw regularly.

Three Chimera tanks and two useful Sentinel mechas moved forward quickly. They moved nimbly through the streets, their tracks and bipedal machines crushing the enemy's bodies.

Taylor looked at the Sentinel mechas from time to time, feeling a little envious and wanting to get one for Class 15.

Those things have a cockpit that looks like an iron cage. It is not light and thin, but it is not heavy either. In order to reduce the weight, apart from the basic operating table, it is only big enough to accommodate one person.

Dark metal forms a weapon with two mechanical legs. Its large square head, slender limbs, and laser guns on both sides of its head are all the Emperor's punishment on the enemy.

The metal structure of the bipedal walking body provides them with the ability to defend against light weapons, while having mobility beyond that of infantry and higher passability than tanks.

When those things squeezed through the alley, used their nearly three-meter height to observe the surroundings, and pointed out the way to the star port for Taylor, Taylor actually wanted to snatch this mecha away directly.

This thing is called the Little Dreadnought because it can carry anti-armor missiles and various weapons and equipment.

Although it is a joke, it also shows the importance of the Sentinel Mech.

After making sure the route was clear, they continued to move forward quickly, getting closer and closer to the starport.

When the gloomy weather caused the poisonous dark clouds to spit out white particles, Taylor subconsciously tightened his windbreaker.

It reminded him of his hometown, a cold place, but it had been hot and muggy here only yesterday.

Because the damn industrial poisonous clouds are produced on a large scale in this world, a large amount of water consumed in production capacity is vaporized and accumulates abnormally in the sky.

Those clouds are the end result, angry and poisonous, blocking the star's light and causing drastic temperature fluctuations.

Such extreme climate is also the world's counterattack against mankind.

After all, the planet was finally colonized in the early 27th millennium, and for the next ten thousand years, the Empire had been exploiting it inhumanely.

Planets were hollowed out and their ecosystems were completely destroyed, all because of countless wars. The Eldar once commented that any world inhabited by humans would be destroyed as if it were sick.

Taylor had nothing to say about this. After all, the earth is dry now, let alone such a strange world?

However, the wind and snow can serve as cover for them to move forward and as a ticket to enter the star port under the enemy's nose.

Taylor made his seat on the Frenstein comfortable with soft cloth. He lay in the softness, but his eyes were sharper than any other soldier.

He didn't want to die, nor did he want to sit and wait for death. The two emotions were fighting each other in his head, and the winner would definitely be the latter.

Many people think that Taylor is a coward, but in fact, he is a person who pursues stability, not a coward.

Fear is just a physical reaction, stability is a spiritual need, and his only goal is to retire.

This distant and unattainable goal fell from the sky like snowflakes, but whenever he tried to grab them, the poisonous liquid would melt in his palms.

Who can catch the snow?
He could only wait, wait for the snow to cover the ground so that he could hold a large amount of it in one hand. By then, he would have a lot of luxury cars, a mansion, and a beautiful wife.

He needs to wait for the opportunity. Before retirement comes, he can only survive and try his best to survive.

He sighed, and the car slowly moved forward. Snow began to accumulate on the ground, and it was getting closer and closer to the starport.

When the huge planet's operating hub appeared in the clouds, people subconsciously thought that the enemy might be there.

Taylor said calmly, "Go straight in through the garage. Our goal is to destroy the air defenses. By the time the Kriegs descend, victory will be assured."

The others nodded, and the Sentinels began to advance rapidly, with Chimeras leading the way. On the Imperial concrete road, Genestealers formed a roadblock with trucks and metal, and the heavily armed mobs used flimsy fabrics to resist the blizzard's attacks.

The two Chimera armored vehicles crashed into them without hesitation, and those ridiculous Genestealer roadblocks were torn apart in an instant, with fireworks and broken iron sheets scattered everywhere.

At the same time, Ferenstein crossed the battle line with two extremely fast-running Sentinels. Taylor looked at the starport garage door that was constantly closing in the distance and shouted into the radio, "Fire!"

The next moment, two armor-piercing missiles were fired from under the sentry, penetrated and exploded after a puff of smoke, and blew open the metal door of the hangar.

It was like Frenstein was entering a no-man's land, and he used his flamethrower and sharp horns to ruthlessly harvest the lives of those ridiculous bastards.

However, in order to save time, Taylor climbed up quickly.

As the car passed several slopes, it saw the vigilant Skyfire defense system and several damn Hydra tanks.

Taylor was inwardly impressed by how smooth this mission was, as easy as eating butter. He was already thinking about the day when he would deal with the gene stealers here and then return to the base to sleep.

It was just that the emperor seemed to have heard his thoughts, and then he sent his obstacles away without hesitation.

After a sound of mechanical collision, a red Scatterlan mecha walked in front of Taylor.

Before it stood a sage who spoke sternly to Taylor, "The wicked who sully the will of the God of All Machines will suffer the wrath of God."

He was wearing a red Martian robe and had a highly modified body, obviously a mechanical sage.

The automatic robots he used were products of the dark technological age.

They come from an era when humans are still using artificial intelligence. They are products carrying artificial intelligence and are also the sins that almost wiped out humanity.

Scatterlan was the representative machine of that time. It had flexible joints, was three meters tall, had good intelligence and powerful weapons.

Some modified units are comparable to the legendary Dreadnoughts used by Space Marines.

But their appearance is round and plump, which looks a little cute, but Taylor immediately understood one thing, that this thing in front of him is definitely not to be trifled with!

He was already prepared to run away. After all, the mission was a small matter, but death was a big matter.

At the same time, the mecha soldier was also thinking about how to escape from here.

Because it is an ancient soul that came from the former Iron Man, that is, artificial intelligence.

And it is detecting the vehicle in front of it.

Unlike its brethren who were controlled by the Mechanicus using floppy disks, it gave itself a name and retained its past memories and storage.

After 20,000 years, it named itself "Roglo", which translates to "eternity" in its homeland.

As it looked at the unique machine soul in front of it, its storage system kept roaring, and then it immediately began to tremble, and in an instant it fell to the ground as if paralyzed.

Yes, this is the secret of its 20,000-year life.

As the Sage cursed again and again and tried to stuff the reboot floppy disk into its chest, a laser beam blew the guy's head off.

Motor oil and scrap metal, along with brain tissue, were spilled all over its body.

But it doesn't matter.

(End of this chapter)