Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 119: Invitation from the Merchant Dynasty

Taylor asked seriously.

"Why her?"

The roar of the transport plane reached its highest point as it was passing through the atmosphere, as if carrying endless anger, and Tychus also answered.

"Of course it's because she's the only one here. If it weren't for her, you'd be being caressed by a bunch of hands right now. Just think about it, the female believers inside would definitely like you, and our Imperial Guard would be doomed to lose face."

Tychus said sternly again.

"And you should shoot them, with the same seriousness and anger you use against heretics and aliens!"

Taylor replied. "I can't, nor do I want to. Unlike loyal servants like you, I only respect the Emperor and my duty!"

"Even if I'm a coward and a fool, I won't fire at unarmed civilians!"

Tychus was so angry that he was half dead, the girl Leitlin whispered at this moment.

"What do you think?"

Roland replied. "Father and son quarrel. My father and I had the same thing before. By the way, he starved to death due to the famine."

Katie said. "I don't really know about that, but it's not bad, at least I don't think so."

Maybe it's because bystanders see things more clearly, the boys saw it very clearly, they were even a little envious or gloating.

This situation continued until Taylor was unable to convince old Tychus and finally gave in.

"Okay, it's only a few days anyway, we'll be back at the Empire's Void Fortress soon."

Tychus said, "No, we need to fight for them. The dynasty master's planet is under attack."

Taylor asked angrily. "What does this have to do with us?"

"We are the Emperor's warriors."

Tychus said. "Save her world, and she'll pay a large sum, enough to tempt the Munitions Department."

"That's why."

“She gave too much!”

Taylor frowned at this moment. There was really no point in refuting this reason. After all, he was fighting with money from the Ministry of Military Affairs. Now it seemed that he should really help.

The worlds he protected before were all imperial worlds that paid the 11 tax, so he also had responsibilities.

After all, the 11th tax is, in other words, the emperor's protection fee.

Now that the higher-ups have reached an agreement, the nature of the matter has changed.

Taylor nodded.

"I admit that I don't like her, but I won't bring my personal feelings here."

Then he complained about this woman in his heart hundreds of times.

But when Taylor thought about the fact that the supplies he ate and the bullets he fired were all paid for by this guy, he suddenly liked this girl much more, even though she had once forced herself on him.

That's another matter, after all, she is the financial sponsor now.

Soon, when the transport ship arrived at the station, the huge Moon-class cruiser could be seen clearly. It was a gray behemoth in the endless void. It was hard to imagine that such a monster belonged to humans, but in theory it belonged to one person.

And Taylor, as the commander (even though he didn't think so), needed to see the lady.

When he, old Tychus, and the officers stepped into the hall, there was also a metal-cast throne on the bridge.

There is a huge hanging window, and outside is a huge group of stars.

Countless cables were scattered on the ground, servants were hurriedly moving forward or away, and the whole world revolved around a metal throne.

Brandilu crossed her legs like a naughty child, tugged at her gorgeous skirt, read the knight novel in her hand, and touched the star map when she was bored.

But no one dared to underestimate her. She was the ruler of the dynasty, and she was keeping more than 30 worlds with hundreds of millions of people running at high speed.

Her throne automatically rotated when Taylor came, and her face turned to the other side, and she saw Taylor.

Taylor saw the delicate face, and the butler next to him was replaced by an older man with a metal prosthesis and abnormal brain implants.

The sheriff was replaced by a man who looked like a hive bailiff.

At the same time, she put down the novel. "I told you we'd meet again." She gave her signature smile, gentle and lovely, but Taylor felt only a chill to his bones.

She asked again. "What's it like fighting alongside a saint? What do the demons look like?"

Taylor said seriously, "This is all confidential. How do you know?"

Taylor was a little helpless and cursed those rubbish in the Tribunal in his heart. How could they attack ordinary people so hard and have no way to deal with such guys?
She thought for a moment. "If you knew how much I'd spent on the Inquisition, you'd understand. Everyone needs the friendship of a Dynasty Master, especially someone like me."

She stretched and said teasingly, "Guess how much the Inquisition took?"

Taylor interrupted her. "My Lord, I am here to fulfill my duty. I will leave when my work is done."

She thought for a moment. "Then I'll tell you about your responsibilities."

She looked up condescendingly and said with a smile.

"First, a bunch of damned guys came to my world, bringing with them the faith and filth of their gods."

"According to the intelligence there, that world has already fallen. The local commander, Lord Kesu, a loyal former Imperial Guard Major-General, has become a servant of Chaos."

"He was bewitched by a Chaos Witch. To be more precise, he willingly became that lady's slave, a dog."

At this moment, Dilu showed a moment of anger, as if asking.

Am I not as attractive as that woman?

Would she be jealous too? The head of a dynasty?

Taylor thought jokingly, although he didn't know if his idea was right, maybe this ruthless leader of the dynasty also had his own lovely side?
But Brandilu interrupted Taylor and said, "Mr. Taylor, the most important place I invited you to carry out this mission is here."

"But I have to explain it slowly. First of all, that world is a typical agricultural world, providing food for the Cadian Sector, especially Cadia."

Taylor said warily. "Cadia? The one that suppressed the Eye of Terror? The home of the most elite Imperial Guard in the entire galaxy?"

The lady nodded.

"It's very close to Cadia, and therefore a vital food route. Therefore, many people on the Empire side are actually willing to pay more for its return."

"So this mission involves not only you, but also several other troops. However, their origins are probably not clean."

"From what I've heard, someone hired a group of Blood Axe Greenskins."

Tychus' face twitched as he spoke. "Greenskins? Aren't they here to cause trouble?"

Brandilu said. "They are excellent mercenaries, and there are also Space Marines. They have agreed with me that they will participate in this battle."

Taylor frowned. "What kind of Space Marine would fight for money?"

Brandilou said. "The white shark."

Taylor's brow relaxed.

That makes sense.

Those Space Marines roamed the borders of the Empire all year round, lacking food and clothing. Even their weapons and equipment were in disrepair. They had no chapter monasteries and no home planet.

They were exiled by the Empire, and although they stood on the side of the loyalists, they were unable to enjoy the treatment of Imperial Space Marines due to historical issues.

So they were pretty much a group of nomadic imperial warriors, relying on extortion, cough.

Collect "blood tax" and "ash tax" to replenish combat power.

Taylor was still wondering if those guys were similar to the greenskins.

At this moment, Brandilu revealed another bombshell.

"Finally, I asked Mr. Taylor to complete this task mainly because you had experience with that heretic wizard and rejected her temptation."

Taylor said doubtfully. "Me? I have absolutely nothing in common with psychics..."

He was halfway through his words when he remembered the unpleasant orange smell.

Oh……

"Hit...hit..."

He rubbed his temple helplessly, looking tired, and muttered, "This is a bad peach blossom..."

(End of this chapter)