Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 92 The Worst Alliance, Part 2
After an uncomfortable silence, Taylor looked at the "beautiful scene" of artillery fire outside the window and tried to clear his mind.

But suddenly, Elena put her arm around his shoulders and said, "Oh, Mr. Baron, let's go to the Freeblades' ball, shall we? Those towering divine machines won't wait."

"Don't forget, you are a noble from Mossenlade."

Taylor replied immediately. "No, no, I still need to prepare for war," he added inwardly.

For example, planning a route to escape anytime and anywhere?

Taylor muttered to himself as he pushed Ms. Elena away. He then noticed that Ms. Krieger suddenly slowed down in drinking her coffee.

This damn atmosphere is like a quagmire and makes him uncomfortable. He needs air and breathing, even if it is poisonous hive air.

To be honest, the meeting wasn't that bad at the beginning, but it became more and more troublesome later on.

When the second woman came here, the originally good atmosphere was completely ruined.

Taylor fled here as if fleeing, leaving Elena and Ms. Krieger behind.

The two looked at each other, and then there was a tacit silence. Elena left her seat first and said, "The Free Blade is at your disposal, Colonel."

Ms. Krieger watched her leave. Perhaps she herself didn't know what was going on under her expressionless face.

She was born for the Emperor, and as she finished the coffee from the kettle, the bitterness of the drink made that clear to her.

She put on her helmet and mask and left, looking at first glance like the thousands of Kriegs who fought for the Empire.

Now, she only needs to consider one thing, which is how to be loyal to the emperor.

On the other side, Taylor walked out of the starport and smelled the sulfur-filled air, but he soon discovered the dance party that Elena mentioned.

It was a battle line composed of many Knight Titans, or to be more precise, most of the squire-level Titans paired with normal Ranger Knights.

They fired a lot of fire, causing a lot of smoke to rise from that direction.

Taylor actually knew that there was more than one planet in this star region caught in the war.

Well, those knights came because of their reputation, in other words, they saved the world, but what did Taylor do?
He was still unclear about it, but his heart was filled with a vague sense of pride.

He took a step forward and kicked something, which made a soft exclamation. "Ah!"

Taylor saw a piece of cake falling from the edge of the starport. On this huge creation that was dozens of meters long, a small piece of cake was probably crushed into pieces.

He said apologetically. "Sorry, sorry, I will pay for it."

The girl eating replied, "Master Taylor? Never mind, you've already treated me."

Only then did Taylor realize that this was the Mechanicus girl, sitting on this platform looking at the battlefield in the distance.

He frowned. "It's really a special preference..."

"Eating with a view like this?"

She smiled with her slightly chubby face and replied, "Aren't those divine machines beautiful?"

Taylor found it a little difficult to refute. Those huge engines that spit out fire snakes were indeed beautiful and spectacular. From this perspective, it was not an exaggeration to use the word "ball" to describe the knights' battle.

"Indeed, it's just that this kind of scenery is hard to describe."

"I don't want to call it beautiful, I can only call it cruel."

Taylor's pupils reflected the light of the cannonballs. The empire, struggling to survive in the endless war, was burning with countless lights but also with only the sad sight of death and destruction.

Taylor sat next to the Mechanicus girl, then took out his plasma gun and started to maintain it.

It seemed as if those wars had aroused his vigilance, or perhaps he also wanted a professional mechanical priest to evaluate his skills.

Finally, the two of them were silent with each other until Taylor saw a huge mountain in the distance shaking and moving. He stopped what he was doing and wiped his eyes in disbelief.

"what is that?"

Taylor remembered what the Mechanicus Sage had said to him, that there were terrifying things in the Mechanicus of this world.

A Titan.

Titans are the highest achievement of human civilization. They are towering into the clouds, huge in size, equipped with countless weapons and equipment, and are called divine machines.

They were born in the dark ages of human civilization, and are still active in the vast territories of the empire today. Each one represents supreme power and authority.

In the dim starlight and the lingering snowflakes, the behemoth appeared. It looked like an oversized Knight mecha, but in theory, the Titan appeared earlier than the Knight.

It is the child of the God of All Machines, the machine closest to God, a 45-meter-tall behemoth, a metal mountain.

"Am I dreaming?" Taylor said uncertainly.

The Mechanicus girl said, "Our unit believes it's definitely a Titan. Its primary weaponry consists of an Apocalypse-class missile swarm, a Mars-class plasma system, a multi-melta cannon, two Nuria autocannons, and a Kesd automatic defense system..."

Taylor interrupted the oil man who was listing the dishes in detail. He now felt his stomach twisting and cramping, and he wanted to vomit.

He was screwed. A fucking giant mobile fortress with void shields and massive weaponry was closing in on him, and all he could do was wait for death.

He saw the Knight Mechs and Krieg begin to retreat, the heavy artillery hitting the Titan's void shield to no avail, and the huge monster was twisting forward.

Taylor sighed, feeling completely dejected.

"Emperor, are you going to let me die like this?"

"What on earth can defeat such a creature? Are our current forces sufficient?"

The Mechanicus girl then added to the attack. "According to calculations, with our current strength, the success rate of defeating the enemy is 5%."

Taylor closed his eyes helplessly.

go to bed.

When you wake up, there's nothing left.

Until he heard the familiar sound of breaking through the air, which was the sound of the airdrop capsule breaking through the atmosphere.

Space Marines!

Taylor opened his eyes immediately and saw dark green airdrop pods with death claws falling on the battlefield.

Death Guard?

He closed his eyes.

I haven't woken up from my dream yet. It must be because I was too nervous.

Until his communicator made a beeping sound, it was old Tychus calling, and the old man cursed.

"Taylor, what the hell! I told you you're definitely an unlucky guy!"

"A Titan and over a hundred Chaos Space Marines? How did you attract them here? Do you have a small Chaos Astronomican with you?"

Taylor sighed helplessly.

"Boss, I can only say that it's not that I'm unlucky, it's just that the Inquisition is too accurate in judging people."

"This place is more exciting than Armageddon."

(End of this chapter)