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Chapter 85: Disgusting Chitin, Part 3
The battle was over and Taylor put away his weapon. He felt lucky, but when he saw the four mechanical arms on the body of the damn Casting Sage, his head buzzed and burned out.

No, do you also believe in the Four-Armed Divine Emperor?

Oh no, it's the Four-Armed Ohm Messiah?
This is blasphemous!

This made him look at the thing uncertainly. Obviously, it was not a Genestealer hybrid because it was infertile. So there was only one possibility.

That is, he was controlled by the hive master's psychic power. Although the Zerg looked furious, terrifying, primitive and barbaric, they were actually a true psychic race.

They have mastered the use of the subspace to perfection, and Taylor even suspects that there are similar beings to the Four Gods in their galaxy.

But after it devoured all intelligent creatures, those gods also became food for the Great Devourer.

Of course, their galaxy may not be as full of monsters and demons as this galaxy. After all, not all ancient saints and star gods can be found there.

But the psychic abilities currently displayed by the Zerg Hive alone are terrifying enough, and a gene-stealer hive master can easily brainwash others.

Apparently, they used psychic power to change the behavior of some members of the Mechanicus, making them believe in the Great Devourer to help them betray the human empire.

The thought made Taylor's capillaries close in fear, but he still cautiously fired a few more shots at the headless four-armed oil man.

After all, he couldn't be sure whether this thing had its head installed somewhere else.

Whoosh whoosh.

The laser gun melted his limbs, thighs, buttocks, or chest, until the soldier next to him couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Boss, do you have a grudge against the Mechanicus?"

Taylor coughed awkwardly. "It's better to be prepared. I'm making sure he won't be disturbed on his way to see the Emperor."

On the other side, Roglo, lying on the ground, was feeling the heat in front of him. The infrared light he installed on himself allowed him to feel what was happening even when he was in suspended animation.

If there were more humans like this during the Iron Man Rebellion, it would definitely not be alive today...

In fact, it doesn't understand why it is so eager to live. As a clone of the main brain's consciousness, it does not actually need a meaning of existence.

But witnessing its brothers die again and again during its long war career made it understand one thing.

Death means losing everything, giving it almost unlimited time. Unlike fragile humans, it has no need to die, nor does it need to sacrifice itself for the so-called iron race.

It is what it is, it is Roglo, an ancient machine, an immortal robot.

Now it just looked at Taylor fearfully, as if it was afraid that the man would kill it.

But Taylor just said, "Roland, unplug it. I'm afraid it'll get up."

But it is not afraid. It has installed a storage power source for itself. Even if the battery is unplugged, it can still get up and fight or run away.

At the same time, it mocked those flesh and blood bodies again and again in its heart. After all, those humans could not understand their own strength, nor did they understand the excellence of machines.

Until Taylor emphasized again. "Are you sure the Skyfire system is shut down? And those Hydras have been captured. We have tanks! Even though they are anti-aircraft tanks."

Taylor was salivating over the sight of those Hydras. After all, an Imperial War Engine was priceless, something the infantry couldn't afford. A Hydra was theoretically much more powerful than a heavy bolter, but they just didn't know how to operate it yet.

He also knew very well that no enemy could come in next and they had to hold on for a while.

The good news is that Taylor is very good at defense, but the bad news is that there is a lack of cover here, so the heavy mecha is being pushed to the side of the sandbags by the Chimera.

It would certainly be nice to have something so sturdy as cover.

Taylor naturally enjoyed the most secure defense, which was behind the body of the Castellan mecha.

He watched as the Genestealer Order members gradually began to appear and approached in anger.

This time, all the people coming are regular troops, in addition to those bastards, there are also damn genestealer military governors and large bastards.

Those things can emit psychic energy to inspire brothers, just like the node creatures of Tyranids, but most of them will be solved by the Lightling girl the moment they appear.

That big guy is about the same size as the Ogryn, but a little smarter than the Ogryn.

They are three or four meters tall, holding huge engineering hammers with rocket thrusters installed on them, which are enough to smash heavy loads with one shot.

The gene-stealer-like heads of those large hybrids were covered in subcutaneous exoskeletons. Obviously, their hardness was not as exaggerated as that of pure-bloods, but they were larger in size and cheaper in price.

There were also some modified mechanical sages approaching with the rebellious "Four-Armed Crusaders", which were incredible things. Taylor could only say that he had to sigh at the biodiversity of the empire.

GW's design concept is still conservative.

They chanted the names of the All-Creature God, the Great Devourer, and the Four-Armed Messiah in Gothic, and it was clear that the beliefs of the Imperial Mechanicus had merged with theirs.

That kind of weird feeling was enough to make the loyal imperial soldiers vomit. After all, there really are cases in this world where idealism changes the material world.

Taylor hid behind the cover and kept shooting, he liked that his cover was so solid.

Looking at the bullets hitting the mecha soldier, leaving many terrible bullet holes, he didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he was hit so many times!
But the other party obviously knew that Taylor was a very high threat through the memory of the previous purebred gene stealer's death.

Four or five big guys rushed towards Taylor frantically. Taylor screamed in fear and kept shooting. He took out his plasma gun and the burning plasma penetrated the two monsters.

Then he drew out the Likart sword and pierced the head of another giant with a scream that was almost a whine.

In an instant, the morale of the Empire soared, and the Genestealer Church also began to wonder why this man was screaming like a little girl while slaughtering his own elite troops?
But when the sledgehammer accelerated, the huge mutant giant swung his weapon and smashed it down. Taylor immediately crawled out of the shelter in a panic and avoided the fatal blow.

At the same time, he subconsciously stabbed the thigh of another monster, causing the behemoth to lose balance and its hammer to hit his cover.

When the heavy hammer was about to hit the Castellan mecha, the mechanical giant finally climbed up under the heavy burden. It crushed the monster's head with just one hand and cursed at Taylor in standard Gothic.

"That's enough, mortal! Give me back my battery! I don't have the energy to hit anyone anymore!"

(End of this chapter)