Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 128 Seeking Skin from a Tiger
Today, in the high sky, the sound of the gargoyles' wings flapping is still heard, like thunder in summer, like a terrible storm, like a natural disaster, but humans must now face it.

That nightmare from beyond the galaxy...

Now Taylor was accompanied by several Emperor's Children warriors, and they were slowly moving forward on an ancient Rhino transport ship.

Taylor was still able to fiddle with those strange decorations.

The thing is made up mainly of * and sausage.

Even a pretty big size.

There was also strange mucus on it, with an inexplicable fishy smell.

This is a typical fertility cult, but for Taylor, he is more curious about why there is mucus in the things placed in the space warrior legion composed of a bunch of grown men.

Quite fresh?

He wiped his hands and gave up his wild thoughts, and at the same time, many gargoyles began to swoop down and attack them.

The roar of the swarm of insects broke the hum of the engine. Taylor subconsciously felt uneasy, but the threat of those light monsters to the rhino tank was almost negligible.

But for Taylor, walking for about 20 minutes accompanied by the roar of insects was quite torturous.

When the Chaos Space Marines took him out of the firing range of the Imperial Guard camp, he was stopped by the Space Marines.

"Mortal, it's time to dismount."

His words carried the extravagance and sentiment of ancient European aristocrats, as if Taylor were their mortal servant.

This feeling is probably like that of a nouveau riche merchant from the Renaissance meeting an old-fashioned aristocrat?
However, it is obvious that the Emperor's children have forgotten one thing, that is, the noble blood in their bodies comes from humans, not from any gods or great beings.

The Emperor's blood in their bodies was minimal, and had been greatly contaminated by the old Chinese doctor. Perhaps Taylor could accept being called mortals by the Ultramarines or Blood Angels. At least their words did not carry much contempt.

Taylor got out of the car dissatisfied. He stuck his head out and the swarm of gargoyles looked like flies seeing rotten meat, although it was not a good idea to compare himself to rotten meat.

When Taylor saw the dark mass, he understood that he had a talent for description.

He ran forward like a rat, not caring about the possibility that his teammates might shoot at him. Fortunately, those bat-like monsters soon fell like raindrops.

Countless artillery pieces and bullets pierced the enemy.

Amid the roar of the swarm, the glowing pellets were hot and warm.

It was the fire support of the Hydra tank. It was the first time in Taylor's life that he felt that thing was so reliable.

However, when he returned to his warm hometown, what was waiting for him was not hugs and food, but the hot muzzle of a gun.

Not to mention that he knew those soldiers holding weapons, just the person standing behind them was enough to make him feel pathetic.

"Tychus! You know I'm loyal!" Taylor said dissatisfiedly.

The old commissar said seriously, "But I can't guarantee your loyalty now."

He raised his bolt pistol, his metal hand gripping the trigger tightly, as if a hot iron bullet would be waiting for him if Taylor said something wrong.

Taylor said helplessly. "How could I possibly betray? Chaos requires a lifetime of struggle, and even after death, one still has to work for those evil gods. Some see that torture as honor and a future, but I only feel cold limbs. Between the lines are only two densely packed words: cannibalism!"

Tychus cursed. "Wrong!"

"They also eat people in a physical sense!"

Then he reluctantly lowered his weapon and said, "Now tell me what happened before I get suspicious again. And don't try to lie. You know I can smell a lie!"

At this moment, Taylor could only explain the situation honestly.

About three hours later, the command room was filled with people, from greenskins to space marines, to imperial officers and sheriffs of the merchant dynasty.

Each of them is a dragon and phoenix among their race, but they have never seen such a situation.

Boss Goff muttered uncertainly. "Working with Bad Can? Killing bugs?"

Another Imperial officer replied. "This is impossible, it's a nightmare..." "Will the Emperor allow us to be with traitors?"

His words were full of doubts and even began to contradict themselves to a certain extent, but his trust in Taylor made him gradually accept this matter.

In the end, the only one who still opposed this matter was the captain of the Carcharodon Regiment. Although they only had a hundred Space Marines, their combat power could not be ignored.

Although the Zerg and the Emperor's Children don't want to admit it, the current coalition cannot fight against both of them at the same time.

The enemy of my enemy will no longer be hateful, and this principle has been maintained from ancient Terra to the present day.

After a long silence, the Shark Captain replied, "We will not tolerate collusion with traitors."

No one objected, because the Space Marines were indeed the biggest victims of betrayal. It was betrayal that caused the legion system to fall apart, and it was betrayal that made the empire fragile.

Although those ancient histories have now become confusing and like myths, people still have a physiological resistance to the word betrayal.

Humanity has a better future...

Taylor couldn't say anything. Anyway, he was back and the agreement with the old Chinese doctor could be broken at any time. Anyway, the Emperor's Son would never trust the Imperial Guard.

Now, just fire at the Rhino transports waiting outside and those guys will understand what the Empire is thinking.

That is the most urgent and brief words.

Let heretics die!
Just as the meeting was supposed to end like this, a noble woman walked in.

This time she was wearing combat clothes and looked like a capable female pirate. She walked into the command room yawning and pointed at the chaos and filth there.

"I didn't invite you here to hide here and drink tea."

She looked at those heroic warriors without any fear or uneasiness.

At the same time, this special being called Brandy Deer said with a smile.

"Cooperating with heretics, isn't that an interesting plan?"

"I said, all I want is my world. I want it to be safe, and the Empire needs it to be safe too."

"Those dignitaries are watching, so collaborating with heretics can't be considered intolerable, right?"

Her words were frivolous, but there was nothing wrong with them. With enough profit, she could put many things aside for the benefit of the empire.

But the Great Shark Captain slammed the table angrily, and the huge force even caused dust to fall from the roof. The sound of resonance alone was like the collapse of the sky and the earth, but the table was intact.

He said angrily. "I can't let go of my honor..."

But the leader of the merchant dynasty said.

"I understand……"

She continued, "I will cover all your chapter's expenses and supplies within this system.

"Take as many shells and weapons and equipment as you want."

"Now, do you still have any complaints?" She seemed confident, even domineering.

Yes, a mortal showed the so-called dominance to the Space Marines.

The company commander choked up.

After a long silence, he said, "Okay..."

Taylor looked at this scene in disbelief. This regiment was really extremely poor!
If this were given to the Ultramarines, they would definitely not agree...

But he thought about it and realized that if he exchanged it for the same amount of money, he probably wouldn't be able to get an erection.

He subconsciously touched his wallet. For a moment, he felt that living off a gigolo might not be out of the question...

(End of this chapter)