Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 148 Brothers in Suffering
"Why did you drag me into this damn hell?" An iron man muttered to himself while tapping the wall with a shovel.

A young Imperial officer working alongside him replied, "Because you, the unfortunate one, managed to infiltrate the Iron Warriors. How did you do it?"

The Iron Man wiped the protrusions in front of him, covered them with concrete, and said, "Every faction wants an Iron Man, even the Space Marines."

"But it's a complicated matter. I fell into a hell and now I'm out. That's all."

Taylor continued to complain. "This time, thanks to you, but they've targeted me, so you have to help me. Just treat it as a favor for the few friends in this universe who share your ideals, okay?"

Iron Man thought for a few minutes before answering, "It's not impossible, but we have to find a way to survive. I can do it, but I don't know about you."

Taylor complained. "You're trying to get away with faking your own death again!"

The Iron Man said with a smile, "If you can, why don't you imitate me?"

Taylor gritted his teeth, put down his tools, looked at the wall he had just repaired, and sighed.

"Yes, I have no ability, so I can only do whatever I can to survive."

"By the way, thank you for helping me with that shot."

Iron Man said with a smile that was full of his emotions. "I'm embarrassed."

Suddenly, a giant interrupted their conversation. A Space Marine, a warrior of the Imperial Fists, asked, "Mortal, I think I hear this mecha talking?"

"If necessary, I can call in the Tech Sergeant."

Taylor immediately laughed his reply. "Sir, how could the mecha speak? It's probably just the noise coming from its disordered programming."

The Space Marine emphasized this once more before leaving. "This mech has been in the hands of the Iron Warriors for too long. I doubt it will damage the fortress."

Hearing this, Roglow quickly sped up his work, waving the shovel with his arms, and the shovel head seemed to be almost smoking.

He now left with doubts.

The two of them tacitly stopped communicating.

After the wall maintenance was completed, Taylor was about to take his brothers back for dinner until a woman with purple eyes came over holding a tablet.

"You are..." Taylor remembered her, the Cadian who was next to Chaos. This combination was strange. After all, Cadia and Chaos should be two things that are sworn enemies.

She spoke hurriedly. "I am a chronicler, forced to sing the praises of that Chaos Blacksmith. Many times I have wished to return to the throne, to avoid having to endure that inhuman torture..."

She choked back a sob. "I've heard your story, Mr. Taylor. You've routed swarms, slain archdemons, and battled countless monsters whose mere names would be enough to scare the faint of heart."

"I want to be your chronicler and leave your story in the Milky Way for eternity!"

She came genuinely, her eyes revealing a heart-warming determination, but Taylor just smiled and answered.

"I'm not a great man. So far, I don't need anyone to sing my praises. I only know that people die on the battlefield."

"If you are truly a great Cadian, then the only convenience you can provide me is to tell me about the current situation in Cadia."

He took the lady to the cafeteria, for he realized that this was a good opportunity to learn about the situation in the Empire; he needed intelligence.

Although Taylor couldn't do anything proactively, this also made him aware of what he was facing.

But the lady's words made him very uneasy.

she says.

"Cadia is under siege, and several Ominous Ark units have completely taken over its airspace."

"Countless Space Marines fell like raindrops, just to shut down the Black Obelisk on Cadia and expand the power of the Eye of Terror." "We lost many fortresses, but we still need to ensure that individual worlds remain safe. For example, I was sent to the Forge World a few months ago to conduct a record mission."

"Then that world was attacked by the Iron Warriors and the Death Guard. It was torn apart in an instant, and I became a trophy."

Taylor was almost breathless as he listened. Death Guard? Iron Warriors? The Ominous Ark?
What kind of horror story collection is this?

He stirred the food in his bowl and the lady said as well.

"But I believe the Emperor still blesses us. The Iron Warriors originally had more troops this time, but they encountered a Zerg fleet in the void."

"After the fierce battle, the Chaos force was significantly reduced. Otherwise, the scale of this attack could have doubled."

"But based on my observations, that fleet doesn't seem to be fully staffed. I suspect they've experienced a brutal battle..."

Taylor coughed. "Ah, yes, Emperor bless..."

He muttered to himself that maybe it was the one he had driven away, and then he felt inexplicably uneasy. If she knew about this, then such a dramatic thing would surely be known to the entire galaxy.

These are the bards and chroniclers of 40k, a group of guys who have no bottom line when it comes to making up stories.

He glanced at Roglo at this moment, hinting him not to act rashly. God knows if she knew that there was an iron man here, would she make this matter known to everyone in Terra!

But now, she leaned over and asked, "You said you knew this mech? And that swarm seems to be related to you. I've heard rumors about you and seen that huge trophy cabinet..."

"Sir, you have so many secrets and stories. They are like a treasure trove to me. Are you interested in giving me the key, or letting me peek behind the door?"

Taylor subconsciously covered his lower body, suspecting that the woman would not hesitate to peek at his zippered pants that he had forgotten to zip up.

He could only attribute this to bad love affairs until Tychus walked in again at dinner time and asked him to leave with the damn excuse of a meeting.

But this time, Taylor did not show his usual dissatisfaction. Instead, he spoke quickly and excitedly.

"Take me away, Boss, take me away!"

Tychus was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He choked and asked, "Are you sick?"

Then he saw the woman.

Oh……

Oh~?

He said with interest. "Ma'am, could you please add something about the Skadi First Redemption Legion to the record?"

The Cadian bard said, "By the Emperor, I am at your service."

Tychus spoke now. "Captain Taylor!"

Taylor gritted his teeth. "Yes!"

Tychus chanted. "Next, I give you an order, a mission, and a responsibility. That is to protect and provide information to facilitate the chronicler's writing of our regiment's history and achievements!"

Then the old fox muttered, "This way, recruiting new soldiers won't be so difficult..."

Taylor could only grit his teeth and answer, "Yes!"

Then he muttered to himself.

It's true, a higher-ranking official can crush someone to death...

(End of this chapter)