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Chapter 98: I am going to dismantle Titan? Part 3
"What is he doing?"

Old Tychus looked at the reports he received from the battlefield commanders and processed the currently available intelligence in disbelief.

Tychus asked, rubbing his temple. "What did he do? Why is the entire battlefield chasing him like a powder keg?"

"He's always like this!" said the old political commissar angrily.

"He threw our plans and tactics to the ground, and sometimes seemed to stomp on them, afraid that what he did was not outrageous enough."

Next to the strategic map, Krieg, who hadn't slept for a long time, said.

"But he is also a miracle, a variable and possibility, an opportunity."

Tychus emphasized. "None of those three are good words."

"In this cruel world, you don't want to change anything, no."

"Everything should remain the same as before, but you're right. He's an opportunity."

"But we have to find a way to guide him. Tyler is always a wild card."

"His combat is like an uncontrollable bomb. There's always a moment when he suddenly turns from a reliable warrior into a natural disaster, something like a tsunami or earthquake, and destroys everything."

"He says it's his luck, but I think it's just his character."

"When he's reckless, he's too reckless. When he's tough, he's amazing. In the end, all the good and the bad merge into one, and he becomes this guy, a guy who gives even the Emperor a headache."

Ms. Krieger made a soft, indistinguishable sound, a whisper that sounded like laughter if you looked over her heavy face mask or gas mask.

She replied quickly and without emotion. "I agree with that."

Old Tychus emphasized, "We can't let him come to the starport. Last time, he used his talent to bring many Genestealers to the command post, and a lieutenant colonel died."

"During that time, the Military Affairs Department cut our supplies by one-third, which was a lot."

"There are several loyal officers here now. As far as I'm concerned, he'll have to kill a few generals this time before he stops!"

He thought about it for a long time and said.

"Fire at the front!"

"Just fight those Genestealers and make sure Taylor never dares to go here again."

An officer said uncertainly, "Sir, where do you want him to go?"

Tychus said with a smile. "Anywhere is fine, but preferably next to the Titan. His personality and actions will definitely bring that thing crashing down."

"Anyway, don't let him come here, or we'll all be doomed!"

"Fire!"

On the other side, Taylor was anxiously asking his brother to step on the accelerator, and the tracks of Ferenstein were almost smoking.

But those who hated him, those who loathed him, those Genestealers, had not given up.

Those who had cars got in, and those who didn’t ran forward madly. If there weren’t more infantry on the opposite side, they would definitely be doomed!

He cursed. "Retreat, retreat!"

He picked up the telescope and looked at the approximate location of the starport. He hoped that his teammates' artillery could help. Until Ferenstein drove towards it, several heavy high-explosive shells began to fall.

"Go back, go back!"

This is not because Taylor is two-faced or has a changeable temperament, but he was obviously not prepared for such a situation.

The good news is that the gunners were experienced soldiers. Although they didn't quite understand the mission, they still completed the task accurately and safely.

After the high-explosive bomb exploded next to Ferenstein, blowing away several damn Genestealers, Taylor shouted, telling Ferenstein to turn around and charge quickly.

The solid engine casing crushed the Genestealers like a meat grinder, and for a moment it was unclear why he had run in the first place.

This was primarily due to Taylor's fear of being attacked by heavy weaponry, and secondly, the Genestealers were truly powerful. After the astonishing mincing, most officers, even Dragan, the Chaos Marine who had witnessed the scene, could not help but praise the brilliant tactics.

Chasing and intercepting, luring the enemy with one's own body, what a delicate and beautiful attack...

He was slightly shocked, as if he was worried that Chaos had such a powerful enemy.

But they didn't know that those few shells that were so scattered that they definitely couldn't hit anyone were the reason that gave Taylor inexplicably courage.

The so-called luring the enemy with one's own body was just the unlucky guy's carelessness.

Fortunately, Frenstein is like a god of death at this moment, if it weren’t for the sturdy and easy-to-use tracks and the extremely powerful engine.

Its power is more than double the horsepower of a normal Chimera, but it is impossible for it to penetrate the entire sea of people.

It was like a bunch of disgusting zombies were surrounding the road and then being run over by a heavy truck.

Blood soaked the entire body of the Ferranstein car, staining the dark imperial gold with a hint of red, a disturbing red.

Intestines, eyeballs, livers, everything you can think of is scattered on it. Not surprisingly, we can use the above materials to make a brand new person.

But sigh not for the bastards who betrayed both humanity and the Emperor when their genes were tainted by the Great Devourer.

They are just sinners and will kill millions of their compatriots.

At this point, someone shouted, "This is the test before the Ascension! Kill that demon!"

Those words ignited the fire of the Genestealer bastards that had been hard to extinguish due to Ferenstein's madness, but when people looked closely, they realized that the person who shouted that was actually a Chaos Space Marine.

That’s right, it was Dragan who had left the area under the Titan’s feet. Now he was moving quickly across the front line like a ghost, just to find an opportunity to kill Taylor.

Since Titan's explosion failed, he also wanted this guy who made him feel scared to die soon.

Taylor cursed breathlessly. "Fuck!"

Ferenstein made a clattering sound under the heavy load. The overload of the engine pushed it to its limit. Taylor was muttering devoutly at this moment.

"Oh, my dear, I will do the maintenance for you and let those guys from the Mechanicus come. They will sing the praises of your strength and the loyalty of your Machine Spirit, so no matter what..."

He looked at the damned Genestealers in the distance and shouted, "Move now, no matter what!"

As if Ferenstein heard those words, black smoke came out of the exhaust port, and then he started the engine quickly like a sufficiently fast and sturdy vehicle.

Buzz, buzz.

The car moved forward, its tracks leaving marks on the mud, but the danger in their direction was no better than a bunch of thug-like Genestealer bastards, and might even be more dangerous than them.

A few hundred meters ahead, the behemoth was already in sight. It was the Titan, a giant moving palace, a man-made miracle that praised the God of All Machines...

Taylor was destined to fight it, but it was not his wish.

Dragan was laughing now as he watched his old enemy charge towards the enemy that was about to crush him.

Yes... crush him to death!

He suddenly felt lost. Had he degenerated into such a thing?

What's the difference between this and those damn Thousand Sons or the Night Lords who just scare people?
Am I not even as good as the World Devourer?

He looked at the Space Marine brothers gathered around him and at the thermal bomb in his hand.

It’s not over yet…

Rather than letting Taylor die so easily, he thought of a better ending, a Mortarion-style, fateful ending, as he put it.

So he raised his arms and shouted, "Charge! For the sake of our father, for the glory of Mortarion, wash away our shame and bring down the God's Mecha!"

(End of this chapter)