Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 26: The Inevitable Battle, Part 5
After using the communicator to send a strange request to the Space Wolves warrior, "Please bring back the head of the green-skinned leader."

Taylor received a satisfactory answer amidst a slightly angry roar mixed with the guttural insults of the Fenris language.

Obviously, it was not easy for him in there. Taylor could only sit down on the ground with a sigh of relief, looking at the greenskins who were eyeing him covetously in the distance.

He had no doubt that those guys would kill him, whether it was the way they polished their boots or the disgusting look in their eyes.

Those things definitely want to eat me alive and get the fame and admiration of other guys.

This is the ecology of the greenskins. Their lives are about achieving merit and honor, and then losing themselves in the admiration of other greenskins.

It's just that they will also grow bigger, become smarter, more cunning, and more devious.

Every orc leader is a tough man who has fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This racial habit makes orcs almost the most cunning and evil race.

As for Taylor's agreement with him?
He smiled.

That's almost a joke. How could any greenskin resist taking both honors?
One is the leader, and the other is recognized as the most powerful human in the entire camp.

He must have wanted to pin Taylor's head to that of the Death Skull leader and tell the other greenskins.

"Oh, look, I killed them all, I'm the most powerful waaagh in this place!"

Taylor knew the habits of those vile things very well. He slowly looked at the ground, the traces or other things that blocked the path of his car.

He wanted to find a way.

Let Ferenstein charge out.

Taylor drank hot coffee to boost his spirits. He never thought about how a poor guy who just lived a lazy life ended up in this situation.

Chatting and laughing with tens of thousands of restless aliens in a huge greenskin camp?
He said with a wry smile and self-deprecating smile.

"Look at you, a poor wretch about to be chopped to pieces by those aliens, and all you can do is run for your life, and keep running for your life."

"Taylor, Taylor, tell me what your wish is? Of course, it's to drink a sip of iced sparkling water, just as cold as your hometown."

"Oh, Karantis, how I've missed you."

After muttering to himself for a while, he picked up his weapon and complained that it was over. The next thing he had to think about was how to survive.

He anointed the laser gun's body with holy oil, carefully disassembled its interior, and adjusted the energy transmission barrel and firing mechanism.

Although Taylor did not believe in the Mechanicus, he understood that the machines in this world really had machine souls.

Those mysterious things can help you survive, which is precious and useful enough.

He used a typical Imperial Holy Eagle maintenance kit to keep his weapons sharp and to ensure he didn't die from a bullet jam or a laser gun overheating.

At the same time, they watched the restless greenskins on the periphery learning how to build defensive works from them.

It was quite interesting to watch the aliens digging trenches and building sandbags. To be honest, they did a good job. Both the vehicle barriers and the trenches were quite characteristic of the Imperial Guard.

I'm not showing off my skills, but I just feel it doesn't fit.

Especially since the tactics that the Imperial Guard was so proud of were used against him.

He observed the trenches until Ms. Katie asked, "Boss, are we going to reinforce the trenches?"

Taylor thought for a moment. "Save your energy for something else. This isn't a good time. We'll be out soon."

I just don't know whether to go out lying down or what...

Taylor added in his heart. Suddenly, a clicking sound came from the war engine, and Taylor raised his weapon and looked there.

But it was a wild wolf full of blood. He smiled and crawled out from the ruined fortress.

He was holding a precious head, which was just the bargaining chip for survival for Taylor.

To the wolf, this is freshly caught prey.

For a hungry orc boss, this is the key to becoming a true war boss.

The negotiations began quickly. Taylor climbed out of the observation hole on the roof of Frenstein's car. Most of the members entered, but Taylor asked Wolf to stand next to the roof.

In order to achieve void combat, the Space Marines' armor is equipped with magnetic boots on the feet. Those special devices allow them to stand easily on metal surfaces.

Therefore, Taylor's proposal was established.

Now the beast held high the head of its dead leader with its eyes open. Most of the Blood Axe boys looked at the big Space Marine with caution and envy.

They secretly said in their hearts that the human must have killed many bosses to grow so big!
At the same time, the Blood Axe leader screamed like a fart spirit whose toes had been stepped on.

"Put it down, put it down! Don't let the boys see any more. It won't be good if it gets out!"

He was extremely nervous. If the boys knew that he was making a deal with humans instead of killing the leader, his rule would be weakened and those dead-heads would not obey him!

Taylor responded immediately, "I can accept this proposal, but you must remove those metal barriers and provide us with a path."

"Once we leave the orcs' defense area, we will throw our heads at you!"

The leader replied angrily, "You're pushing it further!"

But Taylor responded calmly, "Get out of the way."

The green-skinned leader's huge teeth were about to be broken, and he cursed at the boys and asked them to provide a way out of here.

Taylor started his car and slowly drove away from the camp made of scrap metal and garbage.

At this moment he breathed a sigh of relief and watched the greenskin camp getting farther and farther away.

The wolf laughed heartily. "I never thought we could escape unscathed from the greenskins' homeland! You're truly clever! Those useless scholars of the Empire are far inferior to you!"

Taylor wiped the sweat from his brow.

"No, no, no, we've just started, Katie, speed up, we can't stop."

"Don't trust those greenskins. Their greedy nature means they won't be satisfied with just victory."

Taylor looked at the greenskins on the side who were ready to make a move. Even if the Blood Axe leader kept his word, those guys would not listen.

Taylor's reputation might have been enough to suppress them, but adding the head of a Death Skull Boss? That was a different story.

To the greenskins, the moving forward Frenstein is not a vehicle, but an oversized, overly waaagh lottery ticket that transforms itself from the bottom into the boss.

But this is what Taylor was worried about. When the crew rolled over a greenskin who was shooting at them out of greed, countless greens rolled towards him.

Taylor cursed.

"Damn it, I knew it!"

"Really? There's no avoiding the battle!"

(End of this chapter)