Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 96: Me, Go and Dismantle Titan? Part 1
Frenstein drove through the residential area near the starport and along the newly built supply railway.

On the train, countless soldiers looked outside in confusion.

After the first crater appeared on the ground, a rushing wind suddenly blew in with the stench of sulfur, as if everything here was warning the newcomers.

There is a war ahead, cowards should not enter.

Now, the auspicious instruments on Frenstein repeatedly warn of unusual geographical tremors.

Taylor figured the unusual readings might be coming from the Titan moving before them.

He was about a thousand meters away from that thing.

Even from a distance, you can clearly see the huge metal machine, which looks like something that should appear in the special effects dramas that Taylor watched as a child.

Now, as he watched the Land Raiders charging towards the Titans, he felt for the first time that the Chaos Space Marines were such a reliable presence...

It's so ironic.

And Dragan's mocking voice came from the radio. "Look, you don't even dare to come close."

Taylor leaned halfway out of the observation hole, holding a telescope, and spoke into the radio on his shoulder.

"Dragan, we don't need to cooperate so sternly, like we're enemies. We're just doing our jobs."

Taylor was now muttering earnestly to his damn temporary companion.

While the Space Marine fully understood the priorities, Taylor was a bit irritated by the moment.

"Why are you so nagging?" Dragan scolded. "Did you keep nagging like that when you were in bed with that witch?"

Taylor emphasized. "But I'm not sleeping with you. This is a much more complicated situation."

"And my relationship with her is pretty clean, just a kiss at most."

Dragan teased. "They're just like two little kids!"

Taylor didn't answer. There was no point in discussing this. He might die soon.

Like, today?

Now he was listening to outside intelligence with the radio in his shoulder pocket, and holding the telescope, he was slowly adjusting his field of vision.

At the clearest angle, he saw the mud flying up due to the heavy Titan mecha's trampling.

He also saw the trenches and complex defense systems dug by the Genestealers, and witnessed the fearlessness and bravery of the Krieg Vanguard.

Next, the invasion will be carried out by the Chaos Space Marines, there is no doubt about that, the Imperial Guard will only be responsible for the most basic defense, and they will approach the Titan body for installation.

Taylor was actually still very curious about why they wanted to cooperate with the Imperial Guard. The moment the Titan lost its combat effectiveness, he would not hesitate to order his soldiers to fire at those traitor Space Marines.

Dragan knew this very well, maybe that was why he always had a sullen face?

He was probably like this when he was in the Chaos War Gang, after all, he was working under the Four Gods.

Apart from anything else, the team atmosphere is still captured.

There are those who are plotting against you all the time, there are those who want to chop you up, there are those who want to drain you dry in bed, there are those who may want to drain you dry in bed and then plot against you, and then chop you up again!
It can't be said that it's not exciting, but I can only say that you have to be cautious at every step. It's inevitable to have a sullen face when working in a place like that.

Is it worth it for the big pie painted by the Four Gods?
How much divine power do they exert? Why are they so devoted?

After some mental planning, Taylor saw the Titan machine that covered the sky. The huge monster was constantly moving forward, and all he could do was hand the melta bomb to the Chaos Space Marine.

Is this supposed to be comfort?
Taylor entered Ferenstein's interior, speaking like a seasoned chef arranging a kitchen. "Ready to fire, engines fueled, rounds loaded."

"Hurry up! Hurry up if you don't want to die, Sister Lightling, and make enough coffee for us."

He watched his boys work anxiously, while sitting in the passenger seat, he sighed.

"Finally, I'm starting to dismantle the Titans. They really don't treat me like a human being..."

Those Chaos Space Marines began to fly using assault backpacks. The next main task was to provide cover. Roland picked up heavy bombs and fired at the nearby bunkers. Countless light weapons rained down on the outside of Frenstein like raindrops.

Da da da!
It was noisy and debilitating, but Taylor wasn't surprised. He even had the leisure to watch the enemies.

Now, the Dark Mechanicus did not use the depleted uranium guns with better armor-piercing ability to shoot them. Obviously, the Space Marines attracted most of the opponent's armor-piercing firepower, and the gift given to them by the loving father made them highly resistant to damage.

Those Space Marines approached the Titan like giant green-headed flies, and the scene was inexplicably a bit appetizing.

Now it seems that Taylor is glad that those Space Marines landed here. If it were the Imperial Guard, they would obviously not be able to break through such defenses.

Then Dragan's insults came over the radio. "What are you doing? My brothers are under attack, and you're watching?"

"If we fail, you won't survive!" Taylor sighed. He didn't really want to put in any effort, but he still said, "The bombardment will arrive soon."

At the same time, the signalman was asked to mobilize people, and a few minutes later a large number of high-explosive projectiles were fired by the artillery.

Speaking of which, the petrified lizards and earth-shaking cannons joined the war half an hour ago and have now become the core of eliminating the enemy. The enemy may find a way to get rid of those things, but Taylor doesn't know what means they have yet.

The large amount of fragmented explosives was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, taking away countless lives just by the cracks.

When several Mechanicus aircraft tried to approach the artillery position, Taylor immediately watched vigilantly. Until those things were shot down by the Hydra tanks, he was still worried, fearing that he would become a target of bombing.

Just then, the wreckage of a gunboat fell from the sky and landed right next to Frenstein. The violent explosion brought metal fragments, causing Frenstein's hull to crackle under the weight.

He couldn't help but complain. "Look, this is an apocalyptic-level battlefield. There's everything."

"Slow down and let Dragan and the others charge in and kill themselves!"

At this moment, Dragan's voice rang out. "So this is how you see it?"

Taylor looked at the radio awkwardly; the fight was so intense that he forgot to turn it off for a moment.

Dragan said, "Of course. You'd be a fool if you trusted me. You've done well so far. Next time we'll be face to face. No."

"Once this war is over, we will immediately start a new fight, and then I will take off your head."

Taylor smiled and said, "I read an ancient story about a farmer and a snake."

"The farmer saved the snake, and the snake bit the farmer."

"But I can't be a farmer, and you're not a snake."

Before Dragan could reply, he cut off the radio and began to observe the battlefield that had been bombed and cleared.

Frenstein stopped in a depression caused by artillery fire. He raised his head vigilantly and looked at the scarred earth through a telescope.

The whole world was crying and wailing, the long battle line had almost no end in sight, and the translucent void shield on the huge Titan was flashing all the time.

The amazing war beast dragged itself forward, unstoppable.

The smoke of war filled the sky, forming a layer of gray rain clouds. The gray world, filled with mud and radiation, seemed to be covered with a wasteland filter.

The strangest thing was that Taylor kept feeling abnormal vibrations.

Those Space Marines circled the Titan, attaching a barrage of melta bombs to its feet, and with a flash of searing light, victory should have arrived.

But after a slight tremor of its body, the Titan, with its outer armor stripped away, continued to move forward.

Despair filled the world, and Taylor asked Dragan. "How do you work?"

Dragan said. "The Genestealer purebloods were hiding in the cracks in the armor, attacking my brothers with their blades."

"They can knock down installed melta bombs and disrupt plans, but they can also swing their scythe legs to kill unwary Space Marines."

"The explosion wasn't effective. We have to retreat."

Taylor cursed. "After all this effort, this is the result?"

Dragan said. "You're up to it, are you?"

Taylor hesitated. He couldn't get up, not even a little bit.

Against such a huge machine, any attack from him would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a drop in the bucket.

He said helplessly. "Throne above, abandon the attack and prepare to retreat..."

But the next moment, violent tremors appeared from the ground, and a large number of Genestealer hybrids surrounded the Imperial Guard from underground using huge Mechanicus excavation machines.

Now he knew where the abnormal readings on the auspex came from, and it was definitely not good news.

Now, some gene stealers even crawled out from the low ground next to Frenstein, driving drilling machines.

When Taylor was almost face to face with a three-armed hybrid officer with a strange exoskeleton on his head, he could only scream and shoot at those things.

The rotting flesh of the Genestealers stained the air outside of Frenstein in a red mist.

But what suffocated Taylor the most was his own "war cry" scream, which made most of the enemies with more than two arms look at him.

"I'm finished..." He muttered softly with a grim face as he looked at the enemies whose numbers far exceeded his.

(End of this chapter)