Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 165 Black Obelisk, Part 1
What is the Black Obelisk? The Empire actually doesn't know.

This requires tracing back to the ancient history called the War in Heaven, but few people in the empire today know about this matter or its specific history.

However, many studies have shown that the massive ruins of these spires can effectively hinder the spread of the Warp, and the Cadians now believe that these spires are their only defense against Chaos invasion.

As long as they can preserve the remains of the tower, they will find a way to strike back at their enemies.

But for Taylor, the reason why this place became the main battlefield was because of the excessive expectations of Chaos and Cadia for those ruins.

Taylor was quite pessimistic about this. His long life had left him with only the destruction of Cadia and Abaddon's invasion to remember.

In those fragmented memories, he did not recognize what was in front of him.

It was a huge, pointed black tower, a grotesque creation, a sharp middle finger reaching from the earth to the sky, something he had forgotten.

It might be important, but knowing that Cadia would fall, Taylor had no hope for it and would rather leave here as soon as possible.

He put down the telescope and wondered what to do next.

Currently, his legions are all elite, numbering only three to four thousand people. Although it sounds like a lot, they will only be consumed in a few days if actually deployed on the battlefield.

According to the battle reports, Abaddon considered the obelisk to be the biggest threat, and he even ordered the Space Marines to attack it again and again.

This was also a waste of manpower for Abaddon. Taylor easily estimated the battle situation, but victory seemed very far away.

At this point, he was in a bad mood, and then the girl from Lightling suddenly threw the cold ice cream on his face.

She said. "Look, who got more coolant?"

Taylor said. "If Tychus knew, he'd skin you and try to see if Lytling leather is comfortable."

The Lightling girl muttered, "But he's gone. Now we only have a vixen in our group."

Ms. Katie laughed softly. "Ha, vixen..."

Although the other brothers were the company captains, they were equally amused by such jokes. They teased the new lady one after another.

Taylor said, "She fought alongside us. Don't do this!"

The boys immediately quieted down, and then the girl from Lightling said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to insult her, but we seem to be a little too..."

She choked up. "I'm sorry, Boss. Things have changed so quickly. Many friends have died, and strangers have arrived. Now we have to take care of them."

"Tychus is gone. The old man is tired of us!"

"To him, we're no better than those Catachans!"

Taylor replied. "No, that old man is really meddling in things right now. He's probably playing survival games with the Catachans right now!"

The girl, Leitlin, burst into laughter and asked, "Boss, aren't you afraid that the old guy will be eaten by the tree?"

Taylor said. "Then the tree will probably become as rigid as he is, and we'll know it when we get to Catachan!"

"Secondly, he has joined the Catachan forces assisting in the defense here and has not yet traveled to their homeland."

"I believe he can handle it. After all, there's no group more difficult to deal with than ours!"

At this point, the boys burst into laughter.

Of course, connecting with the greenskins and making deals with Chaos, if it weren't for the guarantees of the Inquisition and the Living Saint, they would have died long ago. Half of the people in this group have seen demons and made meritorious contributions to redeem themselves from their crimes. What could be more exaggerated than this?

After saying that, Taylor also saw the towering spire in the distance. He led his brothers closer to the local fortress, and soon Taylor saw a standard bastion attached to it.

To be honest, considering the level of defense he had been trained on by the Imperial Fists, this was not a very good construction.

Taylor quickly entered and found several capable officers waiting for him, most of whom were from the Imperial Guard regiment stationed here. They communicated the situation with Taylor.

At the same time, they mentioned that an adult wanted to meet Taylor.

This made him curious. Who could command the powerful Imperial Guard?
In fact, there were quite a few, but he still didn't understand why such a big shot was on the front line.

He traveled to his destination in a hovercar adorned with gears and a skull symbol.

After the engine stopped, the destination was right in front of them. It was actually under the Blackstone Obelisk. It was surrounded by a fortress and was in the middle of the camp, the safest area.

He walked into the interior of this ancient technological relic. The space here was larger than he had imagined, and the officers left quickly, leaving only him and a metal valve.

A skull-shaped Thinker system sensed him, and the skull-like scanner emitted a red light, then turned green, and a huge metal iron door slowly rose under the hydraulic valve.

"Aiyam, Om Messiah." An ancient voice sounded. Behind the door was a world shrouded in dark green and black. Countless members of the Mechanicus wearing red robes held incense and chanted something.

Taylor walked forward slowly. The first thing he felt was that this place was very familiar, as if he had seen it before.

Those green lights, those geometrically shaped buildings, he said to himself, "This looks like a tomb."

"This is definitely a tomb." A huge metal monster came over. If it weren't for the red cloth covering its body, Taylor would have almost subconsciously wanted to shoot.

His eyes, or rather his pupils, emitted a strange light, and his body was like a swollen metal scorpion, with countless limbs hitting the ground made of unknown metal structure.

His voice, indistinguishable from male or female, and devoid of emotion, said, "I am Belisarius Cawl, the Mechanical Magus, in charge of repairing the Black Obelisk."

Taylor knew this guy. He created the Primaris Space Marines, resurrected Guilliman, and kept the Imperium alive in a turbulent nightmare.

Now, he hasn't done those things yet, but he's close to it, but Taylor doesn't think he has anything to do with such a big shot.

He asked seriously. "What does the Master of the Mechanicum want from me?"

Taylor was very afraid that he would know that there was an iron man in his team. After all, he had lived from the time of the Imperial Rebellion to today, and he could no longer be described as an old and experienced man.

But Kaur simply replied, "It's not that I want to see you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark green portal appeared, and a huge metal mechanical giant walked out of it, holding a scepter and wearing a cloak. His power was almost unmatched by mortals.

Dozens of Dynasty warriors followed behind him as Taylor spoke his name.

That was the name of a Lord of the Dead, that was the name of a Necromancer, and it was a name Taylor knew.

He was filled with surprise and fear, unexpectedness and shock.

Taylor pronounced the word that was neither Gothic nor a transliteration of any language he knew.

"Setra!"

(End of this chapter)