Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 118 Crazy Sincerity
The glass was dripping with liquid, and white frost hung on the translucent glass, making it look like a frosted cake.

But it is not.

Not to mention that the transparent liquid has a light sweet smell and is bubbling, like a cheering and pleasing appearance, singing in the enduring carbon dioxide.

As if saying.

Drink me up.

Taylor ran his fingers over the cold surface of the cup, thanking his old friend, who had just removed it from the engine coolant without being discovered by the Political Commissar or angering a few loyal, old-fashioned, and conservative Mechanicus.

Is it worth it, taking a risk for the so-called cold?
Taylor replied, of course it’s worth it!

His skin touched the thing, and the cold feeling rolled out of the glass. He raised it quickly, swallowed it, and gulped it down.

The carbonic acid bombarded his taste buds like a cannon on the battlefield, making the excessive sweetness in the liquid become refreshing.

Just the right amount so that drinking it doesn't become a sin or punishment, about two-thirds of a cup, just right and satisfying.

The Lightling girl exclaimed. "What a drink, Boss!"

Taylor let out a long, relaxing breath, then asked, "That's not the question. The question is when can we return to human civilization."

He looked at the low bushes and the dull plains, the endless brown expanse with only scattered camps of wanderers.

Taylor is now like a homeless person.

He lay on the tarp, drinking sparkling water soaked with Frenstein's engine coolant and eating canned food and numbing starch blocks that were delivered regularly.

Because believers all over the world are now looking for him.

The blessed one, the one who holds the holy anointing, is what the people here call him.

At first, Taylor thought it was just like any other time, he was surrounded by inexplicable fame because of his victory, and he just needed to wave his hand and be a mascot and it would be over.

But the simplicity of the people here is amazing, after the first piece of cloth on Taylor was torn off the Lemanus tank by the chaotic crowd.

Taylor was almost pulled down by the believers!

If old Tychus hadn't been quick enough to kill a few people, things would have gotten much worse.

After all, living saints are such existences that they would never appear in front of mortals and ordinary people. Ms. Letlina and the Grey Knights had already left this world in their hovercrafts.

Letlina went to the monastery on the satellite to pray in gratitude and meditation for the Emperor, while the Grey Knights rushed to the next battlefield.

At the same time, Taylor became the most unlucky one.

He is not only a loyal man who defeated the demons, but also a blessed person entrusted by the saints. According to the standards of the state religion, he is actually a planetary pope-level figure.

Unfortunately, he is an Imperial Guard.

According to the laws from the time of apostasy to the present day, all state religious organizations cannot possess any armed forces, in other words.

Taylor is just an honorary but unofficial person.

This led to many people daring to ask for some of Taylor's clothes to take back with them, which was not a "normal" idea like warding off evil spirits or praying.

It turns out that what those believers might do is no better than what the evil god believers do.

So Taylor is now hiding in the wild, waiting for the transport ship.

Secondly, it is also because of my comrades.

After all, according to the laws of the Empire, the Inquisition has the right to kill and erase the memories of those who have witnessed the devil, so in theory, all the planetary defense forces fighting together with Taylor should have been killed.

But Taylor naturally has privileges. As the First Redemption Legion of Skadi, they have the ability to recruit qualified warriors as their auxiliary force.

Therefore, those people were granted the privilege of remembering the existence of demons throughout their lives and using their loyal lives to redeem themselves. Yes, fulfilling their obligations is the duty of the Redemption Legion...

This is their only way. Those who are unwilling to move forward can also accept chemical castration and brainwashing, but the consequences of those who accept it can be imagined.

Basically it's 0, unless there is really no other way, such as the disabled or seriously injured, so Taylor asked old Tychus to enlist them first.

Although it's not a happy ending for everyone, it's the best ending Taylor could have.

Now he was waiting impatiently for the transport ship, not because he really could not survive without human civilization. On the contrary, as a green-skinned leader, he might be quite accustomed to such a life.

After all, although this world looks desolate, there are still a lot of food on the earth, such as insects, lizards, and mice.

Life in the hive had greatly broadened Taylor's diet; when you consider starchy chunks a delicacy, you'd like any kind of meat.

What Taylor couldn't tolerate was the crazy people here, who might put themselves in ridiculous desperate situations at any time and anywhere.

As I was thinking this, a commotion came from afar.

Roland shouted into the radio. "A large number of believers, Boss! Can I open fire?"

Taylor said, "Try not to. After all, they're not out to kill us. It's just that their crazy beliefs have made them a little crazy."

He tried to remain kind enough because he felt he would lose something if he opened fire on civilians.

But he really had no choice but to ask Ferenstein to start the engine, but those guys also found the truck.

Chase?

Taylor was sweating profusely as dozens of trucks rushed forward frantically, just to get pieces of cloth, body fluids, hair, and even nails from Taylor's body.

He subconsciously clenched the necklace that Ms. Letlina gave him. Even though, as a saint, she didn't say goodbye properly, Taylor knew that she had given him the best gift.

Watching the approaching truck, Taylor resigned himself to his fate. "Looks like I'm getting ready to be stripped bare. Fortunately, they're not here to kill..."

He sighed and began to undress, hoping to keep at least two pieces of clothing.

The girl from Lightling looked at them with a perverted expression, while Ms. Katie drove with a blushing face.

Until a burst of noise from the Valkyrie gunship's plasma device broke the awkwardness.

Old Tychus looked at him gravely from behind the gunboat's opened transport hold.

He gripped the dropship with his metal hands, keeping his balance, while speaking seriously into the radio.

"I didn't know you had a hobby like this."

Taylor put on his shirt awkwardly before completely losing all his already limited face.

Now, the gunboat slowed down and began to fall. Ferenstein sped up and climbed onto the back of the gunboat. Taylor blushed and asked, "Didn't they say there were no ships nearby?"

Tychus replied. "There are indeed no Imperial Navy troops, but there are loyal Imperial citizens willing to assist us."

Taylor asked. "Is it the merchant navy?"

At this moment, a clear voice came from the transport ship's display. In the blurry picture, a noble woman smiled and looked at Taylor with her childish face that was full of arrogance and elegance.

It was as if that man was in her pocket.

Taylor said with a frozen expression. "Ms. Brandy Deer, long time no see..."

She said seriously. "You need to work on your High Gothic, but it's not a problem."

"Next, we have time."

(End of this chapter)