Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 162 Welcome to Cardia

Bright promethium lamps and the unique smell of imperial battleships, a smell of motor oil mixed with the stench of garlic, came from some free ozone and air that had been purified countless times.

In the hold of the ship, there were hanging windows installed as if to show off, making people wonder whether it was an Imperial Sword-class destroyer or a toy of a traveling merchant.

But for Taylor, this place was safe, behind the battle lines, next to countless ships, and the open windows also allowed him to see countless stars by the light of the stars.

Just like beans floating in the soup, each one is plump and beautiful.

Although this metaphor has some problems, Taylor subconsciously thinks it is nothing, so much so that he himself has not yet realized that he is becoming more and more like a veteran.

He cleaned his laser rifle and chainsword while looking at the other boys in the regiment. The 15th squad was now divided into 10 companies.

Roland served as the captain of the first company, followed by Ms. Katie as the captain of the second company, and Miss Lightlin as the captain of the special demihuman unit.

But Taylor and they actually did nothing, and the anxiety brought about by the inexplicable promotion almost made people feel helpless.

They are like the teacher who gives the lecture on the first day of work. Even though they have memorized the knowledge by heart, they still flip through the Imperial Command Manual again and again.

Taylor felt that the thing was useless. He would leave the logistics and tactical planning to old Tychus as usual, although it was a bit irresponsible to say so.

But now, Major Taylor (whose promotion was forced by duty) is set to be discharged from the military in three standard years.

He would marry a woman six years younger than him by then, he thought jokingly.

After all, the age he recorded in the Empire had increased a lot. He thought that the girl must have thought that she had met a rich man who could maintain the high price of the rejuvenation surgery and buy herself more time.

Although Taylor is not a pauper, he is a pauper compared to a guy who has enough money to live forever.

Taylor thought with interest that he must have been lucky, having lived so much longer than others. If he allowed medicine and technology to buy him six years of youth, the price would not be low.

Now he laughed, and Rogelio asked, "What are you grinning about?"

Taylor straightened his attitude. "Nothing, I just realized I'm almost 30 now and I should behave myself."

Rogeluo said. "You should know that we have only been on the ship for less than a month, about half a month?"

Taylor sighed. "I know, but it's done."

The girl from Lightling said, "Captain, look at that!"

Taylor didn't realize for a moment that the captain was calling him. When he turned around and saw what was outside the window, his thoughts stopped.

It was a cluster of orange and colorful stars, a huge and erratically rotating black hole, lying there quietly, like a huge eye looking at the whole world.

Is this the Eye of Terror?
Taylor hesitated, almost mesmerized by the thing.

Being able to observe the astronomical wonders so closely with just the naked eye is something that any sentient intelligent creature in this world desires.

Any artist, any sentient being, will feel its beauty and mystery.

That was the wound left by the gods on this world, and it was also the closest thing to the beauty of destruction in this world. Taylor felt suffocated for a moment.

It is worthy of being something created by Slaanesh. However, compared to Taylor, other people felt more fear and uneasiness when they saw the Eye of Terror. In comparison, Taylor's reaction was very strange.

Perhaps he really should serve Slaanesh more than the Emperor.

At the same time, the ships began to dock as they approached the Cadia Gate. In the huge starport orbit, the Imperial ships gradually stabilized and then slowly opened the landing channel.

Taylor took a deep breath and said to the others, "Now that the Space Marines have returned to their positions, we have lost our most reliable ally."

"At the same time, we are all very uneasy. What will the future hold? How will our comrades, who have said goodbye to us six years ago, view us in this way? It's all unknown."

The more he spoke, the more uneasy he became. Not to mention that he now had to approach the scenic spots of the Warhammer world, the Eye of Terror and Cadia, just the reorganization of the Legion was enough to give him a headache.

Suddenly he remembered that after six years, all the illusory and damn reputation that belonged to him should have been gone. Now he was no longer the "Undead Baron" that sounded so annoying, but an Imperial soldier who had crawled back from hell, an unknown Imperial Major.

How great it is! He has a bright future. He will be assigned a job after retirement and will get a large sum of money. By then, he can hire a group of serfs and enjoy the class superiority under feudalism.

He couldn't help but smile.

Even when he boarded the transport plane and approached the safest yet most dangerous place in the world, the fortress world of Cadia, amid the roar of that damned engine, that smile was still on his face.

He thought about how he could finally enjoy a normal soldier's life and be a marginal figure on the battlefield that no one cared about.

Now that he is the leader, who else can tell him what to do except old Tychus?

As long as the imperial generals ignored him and the lords of Cadia didn't know who he was, Taylor was ready.

Once he landed, he used his eloquence (he thought) and intelligence to secure a logistics job.

When the time comes, he will take a bunch of guys to eat and drink on the front line. After all, how could a bunch of elite Cadian soldiers be weaker than him?

The teammates are good this time.

Lie down and you can win!
He couldn't help laughing, and his eyes softened and became happy as he looked at the brown hell world filled with fortresses and giant cannons.

He watched the transport plane land, it dropped down on a huge black fortress, the building called a fortress was the city on Cadia.

Because everyone here is a soldier, there is no concept of commerce or civilian use. The city is a fortress and the residents are soldiers.

The fortress was not only completely enclosed and able to stand firm in the turbid air, but also had countless heavy firepower and a giant void shield system.

There's a saying in the Empire that Cadia stands tall, and it's not for nothing!

Taylor and his boys got off the transport plane and wandered around the starport, but soon a middle-aged man walked up to him.

The man was wearing a brown cloak with a gold-rimmed badge on his chest. He had a power saber and a beautiful laser pistol at his waist, and a small mustache on his cheeks, revealing a capable and powerful temperament.

Castle Lord, this name flashed through Taylor's mind.

But the strongest soldier in the empire who controlled an entire hive city came over and saluted Taylor with his elite team of Cadian blitz soldiers.

He said solemnly yet joyfully, "Mr. Taylor, the Immortal Baron, I've long heard of your great name."

"Legendary Commissar, Tychus, you bring honor to my humble home."

"My daughter has heard your stories, and I have read your biographies. Now you are heroes known to everyone in Cadia!"

Taylor's expression turned from sunny to gloomy, and he asked in confusion.

And Tychus still looked confident, as if he had known about this for a long time.

Taylor asked. "What's that? A biography? What did you read?"

At this moment, a little girl who was probably about 14 years old came out in a dress, holding a thick book with the words written on it.

The Undead Baron

?

A question mark popped up in Taylor's head.

The girl asked tremblingly, "Sir, can you give me an autograph?"

"With the same hand you used to defeat the Chaos Champion, Corthorax!"

(End of this chapter)