Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 94 The Worst Alliance, Part 4
Cooperating with Chaos? Taylor subconsciously considered the possibility. Although it was blasphemous and disloyal, it was not impossible.

Now that the enemy is at hand, if the Space Marines can pave a path for them, perhaps the tactic can be achieved?
Taylor had nothing to worry about, Chaos was full of magic and distortion, but Dragan had a deep connection with him, and he was sure that the Space Marine would not harm him before he broke off the conflict with him.

There are also those with strong martial virtues among the traitors. Compared to letting this world be controlled by the Genestealers, it is obviously better to cooperate...

But before Taylor could answer, old Tychus said, "Impossible! You traitor!"

"If we trust a rotten thing like you, death and destruction are probably not far away."

Dragan's hoarse voice came from the communicator. "Shut up, mortal!"

"I'm not here to communicate with you. I'm here for Taylor. This has nothing to do with the so-called position, and I think Taylor can cooperate in this situation."

"He is different from you ignorant and slow-witted people who are loyal to him. Although he also serves the Corpse King, he understands priorities."

"Genestealers are the priority, and you're still obsessed with so-called loyalty?"

Dragan scoffed at this. After all, he had experienced countless horrific things in the Chaos that mortals could not imagine, and had also seen many miracles that humans could hardly experience in their lifetime.

But his words were ultimately heresy and could hardly shake any loyal people. After a long silence, Taylor spoke first.

"I agree to cooperate."

Tychus said hastily, "This could be the first step in your decay!"

Taylor replied with a wry smile. "But this is our only chance. Believe me, I won't fall."

Tychus sighed. He could never stop this bastard. He was a maverick and had been like this since the first day he joined the army.

Now he wants to join forces with Chaos in exchange for a glimmer of hope for the hundreds of millions of loyal souls here...

He was not wrong about this kid.

But I also underestimated him.

He can be very stupid. Even though he looks like an old fox, he is still very stupid.

Who knows which hive bred his character? It certainly wasn't Skadi; that place wasn't that weak.

He patted Taylor on the shoulder and said, "Don't die, just do what you always do."

At this moment, Taylor suddenly froze for a moment, and then his body began to tremble slightly.

"Can you please not mention it? I almost forgot what I was dealing with. Now I remember it. It was a, a divine machine..."

"Damn it, Dragan only wants to work with me. He can't tolerate me not being there. If I wasn't there, they would just shoot at you!"

He muttered to himself, then sighed.

Once again, he was inexplicably drawn into the core of an event. At first, he could hide behind the knight mecha and other things, but now he had to go to the front line in order to win over Dragan.

damn it……

He gave a wry smile and said, "Prepare Franstein for me... I'm going to die heroically, so remember to build me a large tomb."

This remark made all the officers here laugh. They admired Taylor's sense of humor, but they didn't know that he was serious.

A few hours later, Taylor sat on the Frenstein with a sense of despair, looking at the devastated front line. Next to him, a huge diesel train roared forward, still tirelessly transporting supplies and personnel to the front line.

At the same time, the bumpy ground was covered with mud and snow, and there were wreckage and debris of buildings everywhere...

The breath of death permeates this place.

Taylor took a long breath, a breath filled with poison and decay, smoke and battle lines. He said pessimistically, "Look, a Space Marine invited me to join. A Space Marine said I was the only one who could fight alongside him."

"This is funny enough. What am I? I'm a rotten maggot, worthless."

"Now, they want me to destroy a Titan, a God of War?"

The girl, Leitlin, handed over the coffee with ease. "Boss, you're talking nonsense again."

"You've blown up an Orc Mobile Fortress, destroyed a Poison Blade, and twice pulled off the miracle of bringing a Valkyrie down from the sky simply by riding it."

"You escape unscathed every time, but that's nothing. Boss, you're naturally vehicle-neutral. Aside from Ferenstein, you'll never be able to ride anything else in your life."

Taylor was stunned by these words. After taking a few sips of his coffee, he finally realized what was happening and cursed. "Don't curse me!"

After all, his dream was to ride in the nobles' hovercraft and travel through the complex upper layers of the hive, be praised for his military service experience from time to time, and then taste the noble purple Amset wine.

But before his fantasy could awaken, he was stopped by a group of Genestealers mixed with Mechanicus in the distance. Those things looked ridiculous, like a mix of thugs and Robocop.

Taylor, who was familiar with the situation, asked to escape from here and take a detour, but the opposite side had already formed an encirclement. He had no choice but to charge in one direction and use the body of Frenstein's car to break a path.

But before the engine could warm up, several explosive shells brutally cleared the way. Those bombs were accurate and penetrating, piercing through multiple enemies in just a moment.

If Taylor didn't know that those things came from his enemies, he would really laugh out loud at this moment.

He climbed out of the car bitterly and spoke to his "allies" in the distance.

"Long time no see, Dragan."

It was like meeting an old friend, a friend who had wanted his life some time ago and thrown him into an ancient tomb where he was almost killed by the Necrons.

Dragan remained silent and just cleaned up those damn things. He raised his head and walked in front of Ferenstein. At this moment, Taylor wanted to order his boys to drive so that Ferenstein could smash this guy to pieces in an instant.

But he held back.

Dragan said. "Don't let my praise make you smug. You're only slightly better than those rotten guys."

Taylor said with disgust. "Such statements are no longer suitable for this era."

"Everything is changing now. I don't know what other schemes you have up your sleeve, but I'm sure you're not a good person."

Dragan angrily hit Ferenstein with his arm, and the whole car was shaking because of his fist. Then he frowned as he looked at the car body without any dent.

"Anyway, it's okay for you to know that I'm not a good person."

He covered his arm and left, while starting to clear the way for Taylor. Behind him, the knight cluster from the Free Blade and the Krieg Death Legion had begun to assemble.

There are also countless Mechanicus Skitarii Legions.

To be honest, this battle involves many interest groups, but it still consists of three major camps.

Chaos, Empire, Alien.

Now it looked like Taylor was about to face the largest war of his service.

He couldn't help but sigh, looking at the huge Titan mecha that covered the sky in the distance, and muttered to himself.

"Emperor, do you have a grudge against me?"

(End of this chapter)