Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 143: Times are difficult to turn
Taylor took off his straw hat and put on his own helmet. He didn't like that thing, but it was always the most reliable.

If a stray bullet hits his head one day, he will owe his life to this helmet, so now he has to treat it as a brother.

At the same time, this thing is also an excellent tableware. Maybe one day you can’t find the big iron pot, and you can wash the helmet or use it directly without washing it, and still have a hot meal.

Thinking this way, this thing didn't seem so disgusting. But when he put it on and walked into the conference room, he bumped into a yellow thing head-on.

It was hard, probably metal, but Taylor thought it was harder than adamantium.

He looked up and saw the owner of the metal. It was the armor of a Space Marine, and the man was tall, with a stern face and his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like Taylor owed him two and a half million.

First, he has the fist logo on his shoulder, and then the yellow paint job.

There were actually many Space Marine Chapters that Taylor didn't recognize.

After all, it was Guilliman's Codex Astartes that made the Space Marines colorful.

But he still knew one of the Empire's founding chapters, the Imperial Fists, descendants of the Primarch Rogal Dorn, one of the greatest Space Marine organizations in the entire galaxy.

Their appearance represents that this matter can affect the solar system, or the solar system, which is the place occupied by humans when they first explored the universe.

Taylor's little head quickly thought of a possibility.

That is, Abaddon's Chaos invasion was intended to create a direct warp channel to Terra, and this was enough for the Imperial Fists to take action...

He turned his head and raised it, ready to give the Sky Eagle salute, but the serious old man said with his gray head.

"Mortal, you're late!"

Taylor replied. "My Lord, I just got notified!"

The tall Space Marine looked at Taylor's capable and energetic appearance and subconsciously asked, "Are you Kashejin?"

Kashejin? Taylor was stunned. Those were the most powerful Imperial Guardsmen in the galaxy? In Cadia, where everyone is a soldier, they were all elite supermen? The most powerful mortals in the galaxy?
Taylor immediately shook his head. "I'm a Skadi, Captain of the First Skadi Redemption Regiment!"

He replied indifferently again. "Oh."

His bluntness made Taylor's head spin. This guy must be related to Rogal Dorn by blood. They look so much alike!

Taylor couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

He saw Taylor stop and said, "You're late, so don't delay."

He raised his hand and grabbed Taylor like a chicken and brought him to the command point, then stretched his neck and held it high. His meticulous look was unbearable.

"Skardi, Skadi..." he muttered, as if searching the deepest part of his memory, and then suddenly he understood.

"I've heard of you, Taylor, the Zerg Slayer and Orc Leader. You have many strange nicknames and experiences. I've also heard rumors that you're in cahoots with Chaos."

"But I still hope you can realize what the galaxy is facing today."

He pointed at the strategic map and said seriously, "Abaddon wants this place. He sent his most powerful men. They are experts in attack. They were attacking the fortress before you and your ancestors were even born."

After the Space Marine Captain finished speaking, he put Taylor down, feeling both expectations and a hint of dissatisfaction towards this mortal.

He hated this kind of soldiers the most, who had no regard for military discipline when they had a little ability, but he also knew that such people had unlimited potential.

He had heard Taylor's story and character from a trusted soldier.

But that didn't stop him from wanting to scare the young man.

Moreover, if he had heard stories about those guys, he would definitely know that the enemy he faced this time was not someone who could be won over with a few words.

"expert?"

Now, Taylor asked uncertainly, looking at most of the warriors here.

Some were members of the Skadi Infantry Regiment, and some were Space Marines wearing yellow armor.

It was the same mess as usual, littered with power cords and tangled radio lines, flashing instruments and desperate soldiers.

This made him wonder, what was there to defend in this shabby place? Why would they let the Imperial Fists come here?
The captain said, "Of course, they were loyal once, but now they come with hatred. We drove them to the edge of the universe, and they destroyed everything."

"Traitor..." He said this with gritted teeth, which made Taylor's pores stand up, as if he felt a deep chill.

The warrior muttered slowly, "Iron Warrior..."

"They numbered about five companies, overwhelming us with their numbers. Our only advantage was forging an impenetrable world, holding out until the victory on the Cadia front."

This sentence made Taylor understand the current hardship, and he also knew those guys. One of the founding chapters, the Iron Warriors Chapter.

The Primarch was Perturabo...

Once in the Emperor's Children, now the Daemon Primarch, the Betrayer...

To be honest, Taylor didn't have much confidence, especially when he knew that the enemy had as many as five companies, but he had no way to retreat.

He has no ship, nor the ability to escape. It is impossible for him to cross the void physically, so he can only try to survive.

But Taylor also knew that they were the most elite attackers in the entire galaxy.

Countless legendary fortresses have fallen into their hands.

They are best at using blitzkrieg, siege warfare, and a large number of vehicles. Those terrible tactics have destroyed one imperial world after another.

"Are they interested in this place?" Taylor asked anxiously.

The Imperial Fists warrior said plainly, "That's right."

"Those vicious guys are here. We don't have much time. I don't know exactly when they will attack."

"My ships have retreated, and the Courage has left this space. We couldn't possibly win in the void from the start, so now we have no choice but to fight to the death!"

These words made Taylor feel as if he was falling into an icy cave. A rebel regiment composed of fledgling Space Marines was approaching.

It's the worst possible scenario!
Although he had dealt with those guys before, he had never truly defeated them.

Taylor subconsciously grasped his chainsaw sword, as if this could provide him with a little courage.

His fear solidified into a determined look, and although Taylor didn't realize it, it made the Imperial Fists captain's eyes light up.

"It seems I misjudged you. As a mortal, you can still be so determined when you hear the name of Space Marine..."

"Maybe you are not aware of that history, but I still see your courage."

A question mark popped up in Taylor's head.

What courage?
But the Imperial Fists captain simply patted him on the shoulder and spoke to old Tychus.

"Can I borrow him for a while?"

Tychus asked. "If you find him useful, he's probably just a nuisance."

The old captain shook his head. "No, no, I heard about him from a brother from Ultramar. He has talent."

"A talent for metal, fortresses, strongholds, and defense."

Taylor frowned immediately.

He thought of the Space Marine Master Chief, that guy...

Since you failed to get me to join your gang, you're trying to murder me here?

Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw the company commander hand him a copy of the engineering drawing and a shovel, and then said something earnestly.

"Come, let's go to the construction site and see those magnificent castings in person until you understand what defense is."

"Ah?" Taylor made a puzzled sound, and was then easily taken away by the giant.

It seems that fate always favors unfortunate people like him.

He seemed to see the countryside and he were getting farther and farther away...

Ah, cherry tomatoes.

Ah, little potatoes.

what……

The little girl next door who has a sweet smile and whom I haven’t met yet.

They are all now: rough men, concrete, and endless war.

(End of this chapter)