Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 167, Black Obelisk, Part 3
The greenskins were the first enemy Taylor had ever faced in his life. When he was a planetary guard of the hive city, he had fought against a small group of invading greenskin pirates.

To be precise, the first things he killed were the aliens.

Now I think that times have changed.

Taylor looked at the soldiers settled inside the camp and began to issue new defense orders.

He immediately approached Ms. Krieger and expressed his views.

The blonde beauty was standing next to the camp, meticulously checking the soldiers' personal affairs, requiring them to fold their bedding neatly and complete washing and dressing on time.

Although Taylor's team was a bit ruffian, they were veterans who had participated in military training in the two fortress worlds of Cadia and Skadi, or they were loyalists recruited from the religious world.

Their meticulous attitude towards orders would fade away their stubbornness. After Krieg couldn't help but nod, she also looked at Taylor.

"Captain, what's going on?"

Taylor said. "We've been entrusted with the defense against the greenskins, and when the time comes, we'll have to take action against those savages."

Ms. Krieger replied. "This is not in line with the battle report's expectations. A temporary change in tactics will have significant long-term consequences."

"I need a reasonable explanation."

Taylor replied. "They want to thwart Abaddon's plans..."

He told everything about the Black Obelisk. It was not a secret, and basically all the top leaders of the empire knew about it.

The decision of the outcome of the battle once again fell on Taylor's head. Ms. Krieger showed considerable interest in his luck, and at the same time she became more certain that she had made no mistake in coming here.

He needs someone reliable to help him.

She suddenly laughed softly, and her look was so touching that Taylor blushed at the contrast and asked.

"Why, war is ridiculous?"

The lady smiled and said, "No, you are just unlucky."

She straightened her body and said, "I will arrange this and communicate with the soldiers about this matter, but I cannot guarantee victory."

"Do you want us to know more or less?"

"I can be selective about how much intelligence I tell the soldiers."

Taylor replied. "Of course, all of them."

Then he said, "You're becoming less and less like a Krieg."

The lady replied. "You're becoming less of a coward."

This sentence stimulated Taylor, and he asked. "I..."

Before he could speak clearly, a truck loaded with supplies cut him off, and the handsome, light golden shadow disappeared.

He sighed and thought again.

coward?

Am I not?

I feel sad and have a myocardial infarction when I see a strong enemy. All I want in my life is to survive, but a coward will not take the initiative to attack the enemy.

Although I was always reluctant every time, I was generally lucky.

He said to himself. "Taylor, Taylor, how come you're not a coward?"

He suddenly mustered up the courage and struck a muscular pose facing the muddy puddle on the ground.

But in the end, he still didn't see biceps comparable to those of a Space Marine, nor did he have the tough soul of a Catachan.

He has nothing.

Then he curled his lips. "You're a great liar. You even fooled an expert, a Krieg..."

"And what? You're going to use this as an excuse to go to bed with her and kiss her soft, fine hair?"

Taylor smiled mockingly at the puddle.

"Now, think about how you're going to survive. You have to deal with a horde of hungry greenskins and crazy Word Bearers who want to make friends with demons."

"Oh, Guilliman... When will you wake up and save me from this endless sea of suffering~" He muttered to himself as he walked to the edge of the fortress and climbed up to the defense area of his regiment. The soldiers saluted him, but he only felt it was ironic and asked not to salute in the future.

He will always be the leader of the soldiers.

Not worthy of being the real boss.

He picked up the telescope and looked at the endless brown plains in the distance. Many things like meteors streaked across the atmosphere from time to time.

Those were the ruins of warships pulled by gravity. Most of them melted in the atmosphere, and a small part fell to the ground.

Looking at those things made of death, he felt a little uneasy. After all, it was like the world was reminding him all the time.

Now, an apocalyptic war with consequences for the empire's future is brewing just beyond the skies.

There is a fortress-level void shield here, but it cannot provide more sense of security. That uneasiness urged Taylor until an officer came over.

"I am the Cadia White Shield, and commander of the infantry regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Adles, sir."

"Are you the Undead Baron?" He looked very handsome, with purple eyes, very beautiful, and a brave demeanor, wearing a carapace armor, with an Infernal Pistol across his waist.

But he does not have the temperament of an aristocrat, instead he has more of a military sense of order, yes, order.

The most violent organization in the world is actually order in its essence.

Taylor licked the corner of his mouth.

"Don't call me the Immortal Baron. I don't like that name. Everyone thinks I'm immortal, but you know that's a fantasy."

The young man smiled and said, "Of course, sir. But the moment I read your biography at the academy, I realized what a great honor it would be to work with a soldier like you."

"By the Emperor, I have this day. Even if Cadia falls, I believe we will achieve a partial victory."

Taylor cursed in his heart, "Just shut up and don't let your words come true."

Then she endured the guilt she felt when he praised her.

Because Taylor knows that he is not a hero.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and asked, "Is there concrete? And barbed wire?"

The young man replied, "Of course, we always have enough materials in stock."

"But you?"

Taylor replied. "I need to build some defenses, that's all."

The young man nodded in confusion, and Taylor picked up the radio and spoke to Roglo, who was pretending to be a mechanical puppet.

"Man, get up and beat the dust."

Then he looked at the fireballs burning outside the atmosphere, and the uneasiness became even stronger.

In fact, Taylor's judgment was correct. Where his eyes fell was exactly the airdrop pods disguised as waste.

The Orc Techmaster relied on this to avoid the Imperial Guard's artillery fire. After all, no one would waste bullets on garbage that would be eliminated in the atmosphere.

At this moment, the greenskin's huge body was curled up in an iron sheet, feeling the heat inside the tank caused by the friction of the atmosphere.

His eyes were replaced by highly mechanized displays, his metal-like modified teeth were grinning, and he spoke standard but still orc-style Gothic.

To be precise, he looks like a...

Mechanical Priest?

He muttered to himself, "I'm almost there, where I'm supposed to be."

His smile grew even wider at the thought.

And when those meteors fall to the ground.

The broken iron sheets and engine scraps, as well as the large amount of green skin wrapped inside, fully met all their needs.

Now they just need to turn those garbage into weapons to start their own waagh!

　The oil man digs graves and he digs the oil man, they both have a bright future.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)