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Chapter 99: I am going to dismantle Titan? Part 4
Now, the battlefield is burning, and Taylor's "dreadnought" charge on the Titan has moved many Imperial Guard soldiers.

They offered to help him, and so a great deal of available firepower was consumed on the Mechanicus.

It would be better to say that this was their mission from the beginning, but the Genestealers disrupted it. After all, no one expected those lunatics to use such tactics from the beginning.

Now Taylor had held up the enemy, giving most of them a chance to retreat, but they still chose to fight with him.

Of course, this was helped by the Free Blades, when several huge knight mechas poked their heads out from one side.

As they used intense firepower to clear a path for their fellow noble barons, Taylor didn't know whether to thank or curse them for forcing him to charge towards the Titan.

He vaguely saw Elena's red mecha passing by like a comet in the corner of his eyes, but he was in a mess and had no time to figure out the situation and his current state.

Of course, in theory, the Mechanicus's forces were more dangerous than the Genestealers, but now Taylor had no choice but to fire.

Those creatures holding depleted uranium flintlock rifles look very dangerous. They are all transformed religious legions with heavy artillery and complete weapons and equipment.

Some of the Dark Mechanicus's modifications look quite filthy, such as thighs that are abnormally raised to be used as scouts, or having complex displays and communication backpacks on the back.

They don't need complicated weapons and equipment, as long as there are enough of them, they can perfectly meet all strategic needs.

But now, a torrent has been set off around Taylor, a torrent that no mortal can stop. It is...

A torrent of Imperial Guards, Chaos Space Marines and Genestealers, or to put it more politely, where the winds of battle blow.

To describe it in a more vulgar way, that's it.

You followed Taylor all over the battlefield!

The Dark Crusaders were not stupid people. Those beetle-like mechanical half-men also had emotions of fear and disgust, but those mere things were not enough to support them in abandoning their responsibilities.

How reliable, but when Ferenstein crashed in front of them, a Pathfinder mecha was torn apart like a Lego toy.

A large number of machine guns and crazy gene stealers have already smashed the cyborg battle lines.

It was a magnificent sight, looking like a surging tide tumbling amidst countless projectiles and flashes of lightning, like lightning roaring in a sky covered with dark clouds.

Of course, Taylor's answer to one of these "lightning bolts" was also concise and powerful.

"Ahhhhhhhh! I*!"

God knows what happened next. Taylor only felt the world turning upside down. Ferenstein hit something, then moved forward and continued. Guns kept firing behind him, and roars and death covered the place.

The Genestealers and the Mechanicus crashed into each other into a pile of mud mixed with iron pieces. The elite of the Imperial Guard used machine guns and flamethrowers to clean up everything like cleaning up garbage.

By the time Frenstein crossed that front, there was nothing left to follow him.

Taylor felt dizzy and climbed out of the observation hole in a daze, only to see a 45-meter-high mechanical giant sitting in front of them.

He woke up in an instant!
The Titan's automatic machine guns kept shooting at the gunboats in the sky that tried to penetrate the void shield. There were also a large number of self-locking turrets on the ground, but they were nothing to Franstan.

It is very strong and reliable. Even though its surface is now covered in blood and has potholes, it has not yet been paralyzed. This is the most terrifying thing about it.

This hand-made gadget has amazing usability and toughness. As long as you don't mind the trouble, it can probably do a lot of things.

Taylor really wanted to give this reliable machine spirit a kiss, but he wasn't sure what to do with this huge machine in front of him.

He asked. "How on earth did I get here?"

"Forget it, do we have anti-tank weapons?"

Roland picked up a massive melta gun. "The Mechanicus girl gave us this when we left." "She said we could use it, and that it should be ours."

This thing has a thick barrel, a terrifying radiator and an astonishing size. Even a big man like Roland, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, finds it difficult to lift it.

It was engraved with the Emperor's beautiful symbol, the Imperial Sky Eagle, and was connected to several hot-melt containers, as if to say that this thing was full of power.

The history of melta weapons dates back to before the first ten thousand years of human civilization.

And over such a long period of time, it remains reliable and easy to use.

The only principle is very simple, which is to heat, heat, and after a flash as bright as a star, dissolve everything you can see.

Metal, flesh and blood, but a melta gun was obviously just a drop in the bucket for the Titan, and Taylor immediately gave up the idea.

Do ants kill people with nail clippers?

For Titans, they are just like this. Even the hot melt fixed bombs specially used for destroying ships and boarding can hardly destroy the Titans' mechanisms. Those sturdy divine machines seem to be destined to be invincible.

Until once again, the sound of the Space Marine jump pack engine appeared, Taylor looked at those guys in surprise, they didn't run away?
Taylor muttered about his small things and shouted at the same time. "I thought of how to use hot melt. It should be good for removing mites!"

He told Roland to raise his weapon and shouted, "Sister Lightling, do you see those things in the gaps between the mechas? Aim and shoot, just like you always do."

The Lightling girl said with a smile. "Oh, boss, you prefer to be shot, but my gun is so big and..."

Taylor held her mouth shut. "Shut up and do your job."

The Lightling girl complained. "You're becoming more and more like old Tychus."

After saying that, the two of them climbed out of the observation hole, carrying their weapons to clean out the Genestealer purebloods in the gaps.

It felt like cleaning fleas out of a giant's pants. It was fun, like a fairy tale, provided you ignored the roaring guns and the exploding sky.

As the Chaos Marines finished deploying the bombs and Genestealers rained down, Dragan came face to face with Taylor for the second time.

His flight pack came to a stop and landed on an advancing Land Raider tank, fighting alongside Ferenstein. He looked at his temporary comrade and spoke in praise.

"You're even better than I expected."

After saying that, he pressed the button. The intense light made the air tremble with fear, and the entire Titan collapsed. Fortunately, it fell forward and did not crush Taylor and the others.

Taylor cursed. "Are you crazy? If this thing tilts backward, we're all screwed."

Dragan smiled. "Fifty-fifty probability, life or death. It seems fate has chosen to let us live."

He watched his ancient ship drop the transport while giving advice to this unfriendly friend.

"When we meet again at that place, I won't be soft-hearted anymore."

He gave a riddle, but Taylor wanted to get more clarification.

But the dust raised by the falling Titan covered everything. He only saw the Land Tank driving into the moving transport plane and completing the docking with exquisite and delicate manner, just like in a movie.

That bastard returned to the void with the few remaining Space Marines, leaving only a mess here.

Taylor brushed the dust off his face and coughed.

"Look, this is what victory tastes like, a pile of poisonous soil and a puzzle with no answer..."

(End of this chapter)