Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 152 Subjective Initiative

Hungry old Tychus ate the fresh stewed ribs, tearing off the soft meat and devouring it with relish.

Apparently, those soft, salty and fragrant foods were good for his old teeth and appetite.

He never thought that he could eat so well in the enemy's fortress, never thought about it.

He looked at Taylor and said, "You're a true survival expert. You could probably survive if you were thrown into the warp."

Taylor cursed. "Please don't curse me."

The Imperial Fists captain looked at the ribs. "First, tell me about the food and supplies here. I don't think those guys would be so kind as to let you eat and drink for free, especially since you're Imperial Guardsmen."

Taylor muttered. "This is actually quite complicated. First of all, we're not taking risks to obtain things. Instead, we're asking mortal believers to do it."

"First of all, this place is quite large, and everything needs mortals to maintain it. However, like every Imperial Naval base we know, there is a serious hierarchy among mortals here."

"In other words, a hookah is worth a fortune to many lower-class people, but is just a pastime for those with some power, while those in the middle class long to have a weapon of their own."

"This is a matter of barter. The starting capital was just a murder. We traded a few cultist chainswords and laser weapons for a lot of small things."

"Pipes, drinks, everything possible."

"Then I used the robot to pretend to be an enigmatic guy and traded with those cultists."

"But within a few days, amidst the fog of rumors and gossip, the giant draped in black cloth became the Dark Angel, and I also began to promote the Emperor's connection with this concept."

Taylor sighed. "It seems that most of those marines were betrayed by their superiors, and were forced to follow them. They also have high expectations of the Emperor."

"It was quite successful, even a little too successful."

Tychus cursed. "You're a genius! If you had used your intelligence and talents to manage our infantry regiment, the Skadi First Redemption Army wouldn't be short of supplies!"

"But I still have a question. You've gathered so many brothers and sisters here, but haven't you ever thought about eliminating those evil forces in one fell swoop?"

Taylor said nervously. "We can certainly capture a few areas, but so what? Without external forces, we'll just be consumed and die."

“Why not try to cultivate mass power from now on?”

The Imperial Fists captain nodded silently upon hearing this. "Interesting point, but those who have betrayed us before won't join us. We must distinguish between those who are worth winning over and those who are not."

Taylor smiled. "I have a clear sense of judgment in my heart. As long as we stay here, those guys won't dare to lead their restless legions to Cadia."

"At the same time, we paralyzed the artillery system. Lacking fire control equipment, they couldn't continue attacking that agricultural world, and our brothers on the ground couldn't survive."

"As long as we continue to expand the faith of the Black Angels here, I think we can soon secure an uprising among the lower classes."

The old company commander was frightened by the young man's thoughts. It was the first time in his life that he heard of using religion to incite Chaos believers.

Sounds like feeding truffles to Grox, and betting he won't eat them.

He rubbed his temples, feeling more tired than after a war, and asked, "How confident are you?"

Taylor smiled. "Not much, but enough to keep us alive. I estimate that with two more teams of copying and engraving, we can spread the Faith of the Emperor throughout this hell once again."

Old Tychus slammed the table in disbelief. "We need to attack and eliminate the enemy, not carve some statue of the Emperor here."

But the Imperial Fists captain said with interest, "Don't get so excited."

"There are almost a thousand Space Marines here. If they really start looking for us, we're all doomed."

"Why not try this plan? Boil the frog in warm water, and use mortals as a cover."

"Also, your tactics remind me of a rebellious brother, the Night Lord, except you don't radiate fear..."

"Quite interesting."

Taylor's face turned red when he was praised. He actually achieved this by using the donkey downhill. At the beginning, he also wanted to use fear to dominate the enemy.

But when he realized that those at the bottom had a greater understanding of the Emperor than the Four Chaos Gods, this plan began to emerge.

In reality, the results were quite good. Taylor began to think about the next step of publicity. He could have a few people preach, a few performances and rallies...

Maybe he is quite talented in this area?
But suddenly, an abnormal and violent tremor filled the space, and Taylor raised his weapon vigilantly.

"Enemy invasion?"

The old captain shook his head. "Not really, but it's worse than that. This is clearly the feeling of a warp jump."

"Those guys are getting ready to leave."

Taylor cursed. "I haven't even gotten off the boat yet!"

He could sense a strong unease about a new area, perhaps even closer to war, a place of death and suffering.

But the old Space Marine said, "It's worse."

"I think they should have started the cleanup."

"Because they won't take those risks into a new war zone."

"Those mortals are nothing more than cargo to them. They can replenish their labor force every ten years. If they're raiding somewhere, that might take less than two weeks."

At the same time, Taylor heard the sound of burning and screaming coming from the ventilation duct!

"They're..." he said in disbelief.

Tychus muttered. "They are all beasts!"

Taylor said uneasily. "Maybe I killed them."

The Imperial Fists captain said, "No, you have helped them find true faith. Now their souls will rest upon the Golden Throne. Your merit is immense."

Taylor just kept muttering. "Stop! Those statues and propaganda are no longer useful. Fortunately, we still inflicted heavy damage on the enemy."

He sighed and looked at the piles of supplies here. Fortunately, he got a lot of things.

Unless Abaddon drops this Black Stone Fortress on Cadia, nothing will happen to them.

Thinking of this, Taylor arranged the soldiers and sorted out the things here after a few hours, and also planned the supplies for the next few months.

Then, the short-distance warp jumps stopped, and they spent a few more days in uneasy silence.

Who knows what's going on outside? Maybe the empire is already in danger, and Taylor has become accustomed to that kind of uneasiness during this period of time.

Later, during a routine exchange and patrol, Taylor heard the footsteps of Space Marines.

Taylor subconsciously hid inside a nearby bunker. When the Space Marines walked over, he grabbed the cans he had received today and told his brothers to go back quickly.

But at this moment, a carefree head turned sideways and spoke to Taylor.

"Hey, Green Boss, long time no see."

It was a Space Marine, but not an evil one, but a Space Wolf. It was obvious that they had a strong connection, which made the vigilant Taylor feel relieved.

Next to them, several Ultramarines also looked at Taylor. Soon, a sergeant in a red helmet came over and asked them to be quiet.

"Why are you here?" Taylor asked, looking at the wolf.

"How did you find me?" Taylor said helplessly.

The warrior replied. "You smell very strong."

"Secondly, I'm here for only one thing, and that's to kill heretics, that's all." He grinned at Taylor with his fangs.

Taylor sighed, thinking that the supply deal he needed for the day had already been completed, and said.

"I'll take you to the base. Now behave yourself."

(End of this chapter)