Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 163 "I am a legend"

Taylor's eyes were fixed on the book as he wrote his name in Chinese characters in a flamboyant style. Ordinary people couldn't understand it, but they didn't need to understand it either.

At the end of this cruel era of human civilization, this is a text that belongs only to him.

Then the girl shouted with a grateful and happy look. "Thank you!"

Her voice sounded like a weathered veteran reporting to his superiors, making Taylor feel like an old man for a moment.

Furthermore, he asked doubtfully, "Mr. Castle Lord, that so-called..."

"Baron..." he asked through gritted teeth.

"Who wrote it?"

The castle lord said with a smile. "You don't know? That's the record of our greatest chronicler, Ms. Claire."

"She said that these were all histories you orally narrated six years ago, and that she wrote them down based on the information provided by the Inquisition."

"And you saved her from the hands of the Traitor Space Marines."

Taylor took a long breath. For the first time, he regretted saving such a good person. She was indeed a good person, kind and reliable, but...

He didn't ask her to talk nonsense!

Taylor laughed. "It's definitely partly made up. I'm not that good."

The castle lord replied, "Your modesty is also recorded. You are absolutely different from those foolish or arrogant ones."

"Secondly, how could the inquisition's records be wrong, right?"

Taylor was speechless for a moment. He did do those things, but most of the time he was thinking about how to survive and rarely confronted those guys head-on.

He wasn't the kind of guy who was so great that he could sign autographs for children. If he was just fooled by those staged photos and such stupid stories, Taylor felt that he really didn't deserve the reputation...

Since he has some content in this story, will he get a portion of the copyright fees?

Taylor's thoughts became confused until the castle lord interrupted his thoughts and said to him.

"The Skadi soldiers have already gathered, and I have prepared some White Shield recruits to join them."

"They are all honorable Cadians, ready to fight at the side of the great Undead Baron at any time."

"And the stories you experienced were also narrated by those veterans, and those white shields were taught by veterans of the Skadi First Redemption Regiment."

His subtext is that those guys are loyal

But Taylor just felt awkward and uncomfortable...

He led the boys towards the barracks. To be more precise, most of the buildings here were barracks. There were basically no shops or any civilian buildings.

There are no messy streets or playing children here, only the teachings of a militarized academy and square, even a little overly depressing buildings.

No wonder the Cadians are so serious...

Perhaps his story was one of the few entertainments for them: an immortal imperial hero who defeated terrible demons time and time again.

It must be that experience similar to Kashejin's, or even more exaggerated, that made those people feel admiration and understanding...

With this in mind, he pushed through the camp where his brothers were.

But when this place was opened, the first scene that caught the eye was his posed poster hanging on the wall.

His cheerful smile and thumbs-up were quite eye-catching, with bold words written below.

【Join the Imperial Guard, heroes are waiting for you. 】

At the same time, a large group of soldiers saluted hurriedly and formed two rows. On the long table in the middle of the room was a large pile of his favorite food.

Like potatoes or grog, and of course, ice-cold sparkling water.

And those soldiers were all wearing heavy shell armor, and they looked exactly like the people who had fought alongside him, except that they were much older.

Taylor asked warily. "Ron, Luther, Joseph?"

"My Emperor, I saw a ghost..."

The brothers he named answered in unison. "Yes! Captain! I'm here!"

They also looked towards Tychus, paying tribute to the old warrior.

Taylor said embarrassedly. "I'm not the leader. I just went for a walk around the universe and took that damn thing off the wall..."

That close-up photo made him so embarrassed!

But the soldiers shook their heads, and Taylor was a little angry. "Just because you put on the armor, you think you are more powerful than me? Right?"

He gritted his teeth and walked over to take off the thing, but after the poster was torn off, a huge cabinet appeared at the back, and all the things there were looked quite old.

From the broken Catachan knife, to the head of the first greenskin boss Taylor killed, the body of the Swarm Lord, the knife of the Licat, and the weapons and equipment of the Chaos Space Marines.

From the Iron Warriors to the Children of the Empire, and the Death Guard...

The most outrageous thing is the giant metal fragment belonging to Titan.

Taylor is suddenly attacked by memories of the dead.

He recalled how he had repeatedly been on the verge of death under the desperate attacks of those powerful enemies, and how he had faced those terrifying enemies of the empire. His mother!

I can’t breathe!

They're all so clean, you must have taken the time to clean them, right?!

Taylor felt a sharp pain in his head. The initial joy of meeting his old comrades had now vanished, leaving only a fear, a uneasiness and a vague anger.

But those guys didn't know, they thought Taylor was happy to see how well they stored those "treasures"!
A fearless person came over and said.

"Boss, we will also arrange for the new students at the military academy to observe your spoils regularly, and after the observation, we will use the ticket money to buy the "Undead Baron" as a gift to them."

Taylor rubbed his temples...

at this point……

He raised his chainsword and shouted.

"I don't need this!"

At this moment, the soldiers looked at their boss in surprise as he went crazy. They immediately grabbed Taylor and emphasized.

"Boss! We know you're aloof, but merit is not a crime!"

Taylor cried. "I just don't want them to be around anymore, damn it!"

"How many people have misunderstood me!"

The castle lord who was watching nearby was stunned. He marveled that the warrior Taylor was so indifferent to fame and fortune. It seemed that it was true that he had rejected promotions from the empire many times.

He has no interest in those honors...

OMG!

How many people wished the Emperor's light would shine upon him, yet he actually considered it a burden. No wonder the Living Saint and the Inquisitor thought so highly of him...

The castle lord spoke earnestly. "I understand. From now on, I will require that the spoils be carefully kept. They will serve as proof in case anyone questions your combat experience, not as something to show off."

"This is true greatness, but you must forgive me. After all, your contribution to the empire cannot be erased."

Tyler was being strangled by a bunch of big men, and now he was panting, tired and his eyes were dull as he answered.

"Okay, okay, that's all, just don't embarrass yourself here..." he said through gritted teeth.

He sighed and was about to go get something to eat when Tychus spoke.

"Oh, one thing."

Taylor asked, rubbing his head.

"what's up?"

He said. "I requested a transfer to another regiment, perhaps a Catachan one, because it's become clear to me that you no longer need me."

Taylor frowned subconsciously.

The first thing that came to his mind was that he might be a little lonely.

Second is...

He can't lead troops...

Now that old Tychus is gone, he really has to be both a father and a mother again!
He took a deep breath. "Who is the new butler, no, political commissar? Has he arrived?"

Old Tychus smiled and replied, "It's her."

In Gothic, personal pronouns are different for men and women, Tychus corrected him.

At the same time, a beautiful blonde woman walked in. Her gaze was firm and unwavering. She stood in a standard military posture, her long hair silky and beautiful.

That delicate face now had a lot more maturity and a more elegant temperament. A brown scar hung on the eye, as if it had experienced a lot in the past six years...

The big windbreaker and military uniform, a standard trench suit, looked a bit too low-key compared to other people in the same position.

At the same time, her voice was soft but without much emotion, and she spoke in words that were almost bland.

"Major Taylor, long time no see."

"Commissar, long time no see."

She was wearing a beautiful conductor's hat, which made Taylor a little dazed.

He asked in surprise. "Can Krieg be a political commissar?!"

She answered frankly. "We are all heirs (those whose parents bravely died in battle), so we are naturally qualified to take on this position."

"Now, I have to take responsibility for stopping your reckless plans, like the last time you bombarded the Great Demon!"

She answered seriously, and Taylor immediately realized it.

This person seems to be coming for him!

(End of this chapter)