Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 120: Man-eating Shark Regiment

Now, Taylor was sitting in his room reading a book, which was very close to the room of the wandering merchant lady.

This made him feel insecure, whether it was the "danger" she herself was facing or the possible attacks at any time and anywhere.

To be honest, he felt that the woman was planning to use him as a security officer, even for free.

He didn't sell himself to a merchant dynasty!
Taylor slept soundly on a soft silk bed, enjoying a single room that even officers might not have. He now had a living space of nearly 60 square meters and a bathroom with separate wet and dry areas.

Oh my God, the Imperial Navy would never treat him like this, but such sugar-coated bullets did not break Taylor's thoughts.

He knew very well that if he really sowed the seeds with the dynasty leader, a lonely woman who was more than three years younger than him, then his troubles would begin.

It is not a wise move to get involved with a merchant dynasty. At least Taylor knows that he will retire one day in the Imperial Guard, but selling himself to a merchant dynasty means lifelong service.

Secondly, this is probably marrying into the wife's family.

Taylor believes he has hands and feet and his career is not in trouble.

In this regard, Taylor believes that there is no need to rely on gigolos so early, and secondly, marrying into a wandering merchant probably does not count as gigoloing.

This means assassinations, intrigues and a lot of trouble.

If all else fails, he can return to Mossenlade and become a baron, where there will naturally be a castle and countless outstanding women who need him.

So when faced with the lady's temptation, Taylor showed a certain degree of passivity.

However, this attitude only aroused the merchant king's lust, so much so that she was now peeping into Taylor's room.

With infinite control, her slender fingers wrote in a record book that recorded Taylor's daily routine, including what small ornaments he carved and when he started shooting training.

And what kind of cloth he likes to use to wipe the sweat off his body after training.

Now she was stroking the screen of the tablet in her hand, wearing beautiful silk pajamas that moved people, and looking lazily at the man she was interested in.

That's right, there were cameras in Taylor's room. Even though Taylor had done a good job of counter-reconnaissance when he moved in, he still looked too naive to face the leader of a merchant dynasty.

Brandi Lu touched her cheek and looked at Taylor who was reading a book. She saw that the gentleman had written his own annotation on a sentence in a classic imperial novel.

The meaning of that sentence is very simple.

“Hard work and courage are the shortcuts to overcoming difficulties and achieving a better life.”

Taylor's annotations were in an ancient language, the language of an ancient dynasty, so much so that Brandilu had to mobilize the best astropath master of the entire dynasty to get the answer to that sentence.

The literal translation is nonsense.

The master translated it after careful consideration.

An ancient plant opened its mouth and spoke, revealing eight paths.

Brandilu nodded repeatedly and admitted that the warrior she liked was indeed knowledgeable and talented. After all, she didn't understand what it meant.

But this is not what she should be thinking about now. They are already close to the target world, and the next step is to hand over to the Carcharodon Regiment.

"Let Taylor go. I want to see how he can get those introverted guys to agree with him." She muttered to the tablet.

She showed a devilish, playful smile, which made Taylor, who was reading, shudder.

A few days later, Taylor was called into the combat command room, and he began to lament that he had unknowingly become accustomed to such treatment.

Everyone knew he was a second lieutenant, but in reality everyone regarded him as an officer of the rank of Imperial Major or above.

This bothered him a bit, because meetings were indeed troublesome.

As soon as he walked in here, several cold gazes were cast upon his body.

Those gazes came from pale giants, their skin was as pale as the legendary members of the Raven Guard, and their armor was also grayish white.

But when Taylor looked closely, he found that the gray color of the armor did not come from paint, but from dust and asphalt brought by years of fighting, and there were also many holes.

It was as if covered with death, with many holes and axe marks on the armor, and the weapons and equipment worn around the waist also looked tattered and old.

Taylor recognized the armor; he had seen some of the ancient equipment mentioned in some of the Space Marine records about the Empire.

They were expedition-style power armour, forged ten thousand years ago for the Great Crusade, and theoretically had been out of service for over eight thousand years.

Quite old...

The armor was painted with white shark marks, mostly on the shoulder armor, and there were only two Space Marine officers in the entire hall, one holding a staff, who looked like a think tank, with no hair and skin as pale as death.

The other was like a typical warrior, with hair, but not much, making Taylor wonder if their gene seed affected the growth of hair.

But they are not salamanders, are they?

It is worth noting that the think tank is about two meters six feet tall.

Although there may be errors in visual inspection, this feeling is also a result of comparison, but he is still a head taller than a normal Space Marine.

The two men stared at Taylor intently, their dark pupils carrying an unsettling touch, looking as if they were full of hostility.

The entire hall fell silent at this point. Amid the sounds of countless cables and ticking instruments, the Imperial Guards and Space Marines looked at each other in confusion.

Taylor asked Tychus in a low, hurried voice. "What's going on?"

Tychus replied uncertainly. "They will be our comrades."

"They look like dead people." Taylor said in a low voice, but he still underestimated the Space Marine's ears. The think tank immediately stood up and scolded him sternly.

"Don't whisper, mortal!"

Taylor felt that this guy looked much worse than the Grey Knight, even a little silly.

Maybe because he had dealt with Space Marines too much, Taylor was somewhat desensitized, so he realized only later that the guy was talking about him.

mortal?

How long has it been since a Space Marine called himself a mortal?

Yes, yes, yes, that’s right, I am a mortal!
Taylor immediately became addicted to the feeling of being treated as a weakling.

After all, basically everyone thinks that he can tear the big devil apart with his bare hands, step on the tyrant worm with his feet, and then use the lightning claws of a Terminator to pick at his teeth.

Taylor immediately answered happily. "Yes, sir."

Then he gave the Skyhawk salute, as if by doing so he could transfer all responsibility for the charge to those consumptive Space Marines.

The think tank was also a little panicked by Taylor's exaggerated attitude.

After all, he had heard that this man had killed Kosolax, the champion of the Lord of Chaos, and was afraid that this man would disrupt the battle plan, so he was so serious and wanted to give him a warning.

Taylor's attitude made him feel a little bit at a loss as to what to do.

But only Brandilu on the throne seemed interested. She smiled and tapped the table with her nails.

"The meeting begins, but another ally will join this conversation via communication due to his special status."

After saying that, a huge titanium holographic instrument emerged from the long table. As expected of a merchant dynasty, it had no shortage of alien things.

The Tau's technology is similar to that of humans before the Dark Ages, so their projectors are considered the clearest in the entire galaxy.

In that high-resolution picture, a large dark green face appeared on the screen.

He wore a large pirate hat, held a huge click gun, adjusted his tie with a mechanical arm, and then introduced himself.

"I am the most powerful leader since Armageddon, besides the Bonebreaker!"

He muttered quietly. "We need to eliminate Old One-Eye and my former boss."

Then he said, "I am also the most powerful orc leader in the entire galaxy!"

He was about to yell out his name, but saw Taylor looking at him strangely.

He also said in amazement. "Boss?"

Taylor rubbed his temples, and after hearing this strange name, he realized one thing.

He was one of the three orcs who had fought alongside him on Armageddon.

He is the boss of the Goff clan...

Although I don't know why I can see the difference in appearance between the greenskins.

But Taylor was certain of one thing.

Meeting him is definitely not good news!
(End of this chapter)