Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 121 The Evil Fate is Hard to Eliminate
"Do you know this alien?" The silent warrior of the Great Shark finally spoke with emotion.

Taylor explained. "I fought alongside him on Armageddon against Corthorax, a Chaos Space Marine and Champion of Khorne."

The Shark-Eating Librarian said, "But you killed him, on the Ecclesiarchy World, on Dieter III..."

This made the orc leader shout excitedly, "Boss! You won!? I wasn't even by your side at that time, my boss!!"

He made an unpleasant noise, and Taylor covered his ears and shouted, "Enough!"

This meeting was beginning to rank among the worst he had encountered so far, perhaps even ranking among the worst, first with the malicious Space Marines and then with the damned Greenskins.

He just wanted to defeat the rebel army peacefully and then retire to live a peaceful life...

The only good news is that the army here is powerful enough, large enough, and exaggerated enough to crush his enemies.

perhaps.

Taylor didn't dare to say anything until things got worse.

Finally, amid the constant noise from the greenskins, Imperial Guards and sharks, Taylor walked out of the meeting room.

After a few hours, they finalized the first version of the battle plan, which was that the Merchant Dynasty would provide soldiers and support to deploy soldiers outside the fortress of the agricultural world.

They would build railways and trains, set up supply routes, and then half a week later, other troops would attack the city.

This plan is conservative, but it works.

Taylor could almost guess that this was Tychus's answer.

Now he walked to the cafeteria bored and ordered a bowl of his favorite Grox clear soup and rib steak.

When the sweet, clear soup and grilled fresh steaks are served.

Taylor tasted that the soup was filtered and boiled with a lot of plants like onions, and used Grox meat as the base broth. The overall taste was sweet and delicious, making people unable to stop.

Then came the steak. Overall, the boneless steak had a rich flavor, and the grilling and sauce were both good.

The food here is really good, making people a little reluctant to leave. Taylor was so immersed in it that he didn't even notice a pair of slender arms around his neck.

He suddenly felt as if he was wrapped by a poisonous snake. Even though the arm was soft and comfortable, it was still poisonous to a guy like him.

A clear voice whispered. "How does my charm compare to that wizard's?"

Taylor answered subconsciously. "Ms. Brandybuck, she has a different charm than you, especially at the height of the mountain."

"I don't care about this, but I reject you because I understand that I am not the kind of man you expect."

"You should be looking for an ambitious person, not a hive thug like me."

"Look, I'm holding a grilled steak in my hand, my mouth full of grease. How can I be a warrior recognized by the Emperor?"

Taylor wiped his mouth. It was not his fault that he was partial, but he treated the female soldier who was his comrade much better than the one in power like Brandy Deer.

Although he didn't want to admit it, his attachment to the battlefield was definitely not small.

This is his most contradictory point. The right to be recognized and save others will come at the cost of sacrificing his comrades and his own happy future.

Although it seems that he can always survive the war, how long can this last?
He had no answer. Living on the edge of a knife was not what he pursued, but retirement was also a distant prospect.

Now that he has been recruited by the Inquisition, this dream has become increasingly distant, and his only goal has become to earn enough honor and capital to retire early.

How he envied old "One-Eyed" Yarik now...

But his rapid-fire rhetoric clearly failed to convince the arrogant and noble lady. She simply released Taylor's neck and said with a smile, "In this terrible universe, it's difficult for everything to go as people expect."

"And I only know that you are the best choice for me."

"Whether it's being used or being used as a toy." She left with these meaningful words, and the slightly jealous remarks at the beginning also disappeared.

Taylor now looked at the half-eaten dinner in front of him and without hesitation grabbed the steak and continued chewing.

Who cares? Women aren't as important as dinner, that's what Taylor thinks.

But the days of eating and drinking passed quickly, and about the 30th day after Taylor enjoyed the treatment of an officer, he was forced to board a transport plane.

This damn thing was once again taking him into the atmosphere. Frankly speaking, the mere fact of returning to the gravity zone where humans were supposed to live made him very happy.

After all, we have lived in the universe for so long.

But another thing also made him uneasy.

That is, this was his first siege.

Frankly speaking, he was completely inexperienced, as he usually fought for the Emperor as the bearer of attacks.

At this point, he asked anxiously about the sculpture of the Emperor in his hand. It was a specialty of the previous state religion world and the best quality Emperor statue in the entire star zone.

Its craftsmanship is so lifelike that it looks vivid.

Taylor summoned up the courage to ask, "Emperor, oh Emperor, could you please bless me to complete this mission smoothly and successfully?"

Just as he finished speaking, the Hydra anti-aircraft gun brushed past his transport ship, causing serious air disturbance. The next moment, inside the shaking cabin, the big butt of the Lightling girl suddenly sat down on him.

With a click, the wooden sculpture of the emperor broke from his waist, and the majestic figure holding the emperor's sword instantly turned into the ICU god of war on the golden throne.

After a long silence, Taylor picked up the glue. Fortunately, he liked to do handicrafts, otherwise there might be no way.

Soon the Emperor statue was restored to its original appearance and they reached the ground safely, Taylor comforted himself.

"Look, it was a safe start."

Then he saw the huge metal train next to him, which was filled with combatants from the Merchant Dynasty. They were dressed similarly to the Imperial Guard, but with better weapons and equipment.

Some officers were even equipped with heat ray weapons that were only used by the Mechanicus's Skitarii Legion, as well as a huge train that was almost 20 meters high and the multiple train cannons mounted on it.

Not only that, a large number of Lemanus crushers and Rogaldon tanks, which the Ministry of Military Affairs did not have on a large scale, also became part of the battle line.

A large number of earth-shaking cannons were also pulled into the battle line by Hercules tractors.

Envious, wealthy...

Taylor suddenly mustered up the courage to mutter, "I've never fought such a rich war in my life!"

A pale giant nearby chimed in. "I agree."

Taylor tilted his head and looked at the man.

He was chewing a piece of steak. He was just over two meters tall, which was very short among Space Marines. His armor still had many scars. Although it was polished to a shine, no one would say it was well maintained.

Then he extended a greasy hand in a friendly gesture, his expression cold and numb without his helmet.

Taylor gave him an uncertain clinking salute, then asked, "Why are you here? The Space Marine vehicle isn't here?"

He answered frankly. "We're running low on transports. I heard your Frenstein once carried Space Marines, so the boss sent me here."

Taylor replied calmly.

"Oh, then you have to stand at the front of the car."

The Space Marine asked in surprise. "Huh? What?"

(End of this chapter)