Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 186: Cardia Stands Firm, Part 1
The war was won, and Taylor felt less dizzy.

He sat on the Frenstein, looking out at the view from the bunker, his head and neck wrapped in gauze used to clean bruises, which was soaked with a cold, wet liquid.

According to his fake military doctor, it was a special medicine for bruises and injuries made by the Leitling people.

However, there are many different opinions about its origin, and many of them are unacceptable.

Taylor could only stop himself from thinking about random things and focus on writing the report.

Looking at the Imperial standard 6A tactical report on brown paper and the densely packed tables on it, he was puzzled.

Because what he wrote was not true.

For example, the attacks of the Four Gods, the Black Legion, and Erebus, he defeated too many powerful and famous enemies of the Empire.

When he was writing the report with his head wrapped in gauze, he didn't know what to say.

Is he going to tell this to the senior officials in the Military Affairs Department?

"Boss, I took down four great demons, an orc expeditionary force, and five to six hundred Black Legion soldiers."

Will he be taken to a mental hospital?
But this battle was not without witnesses.

For example, Ms. Krieg or the warriors of Cadia, or even the hateful narrator who "sings praises" for himself.

Looking back, Taylor felt pain all over his body.

He sighed, rubbed his head, and put down the damn report. Usually, old Tychus helped him with this thing, but now he found that the old man doted on him quite a bit.

I don't know what's happening with him in Catachan.

Taylor was a little worried. After all, those forest warriors had been undisciplined for a long time. They were just insignificant to Krieg, but it would be a real death trap to those guys.

But when he thought of this, Taylor became a little angry again. After all, old Tychus's leaving without saying goodbye and making his own judgment was really inhumane.

But this old guy has always been like this, and Taikai is used to it...

He watched as Frenstein entered the fortress of Cadia, and after he entered the void shield, a sense of security also came over him.

At the same time he began to prepare his clothes.

He went to the quartermaster to get new ammunition and a full set of maintenance equipment, while he sorted out his clothes and got a new helmet.

Taylor is actually quite nostalgic. Looking at the helmet with the Cadia logo, he subconsciously recalled how the old helmet accompanied him through sleepless nights.

Now he was dressed up in a brand new look and walked into the command area of the fortress. He thought he might meet many strangers and subconsciously began to maintain his "perfect personality".

Now that I think about it, this false shell that is extremely reliable for the empire was also forged by Tychus.

To a certain extent, this layer of cover prevented most of the empire's stupid and ridiculous high-ranking officials from taking extreme measures against him.

After all, a hero who has an ambiguous relationship with alien heretics may cause greater losses than a villain who truly harms the empire.

Taylor made up his mind at this moment that he would treat the old man to a drink next time, from the bottom of his heart.

He's like Taylor's serious and uncaring father.

Tychus helped him through his most isolated days in the Empire.

Although life is still difficult now, I finally don’t have to worry about being stabbed in the back.

He curled his lips and walked into the command room, showing his signature smile, looking at the messy wires and the heroes sitting beside the huge holographic projection table.

But it immediately caused a burst of ridicule.

"Hahaha, this doesn't look like you."

It was the voice of old Tychus, who was standing next to some Catachans he knew, the warriors of the forest world.

Obviously this old guy is not a fool. He is looking for a team of acquaintances.

Probably enjoy a peaceful life every day!

Taylor gritted his teeth, put on his desperate work expression, and said, "Looks like I worried about you for nothing."

Tychus said. "I was worried about you for nothing. You did a good job."

He smiled, and at the same time Taylor noticed that there were indeed many familiar people inside this seemingly messy room with a huge hologram in the middle.

For example, the old captain of the Imperial Fists, the warriors of Cadia, or the many people who had fought alongside him.

Taylor realized why old Tychus laughed. There seemed to be no outsiders here.

Suddenly, he was grabbed around the neck by a huge arm. It was a sloppy man with smelly and dirty claws, wearing silver armor, and muttering.

"Boss Taylor, long time no see..."

"You made another big buck, but you don't want to take me with you?"

The taste of alcohol on his breath disgusted Taylor, he said.

"It seems a little too early to hold a celebration party." Taylor pinched his cheek, and the Fenris werewolf also muttered in reply.

“It’s never too early to laugh, otherwise after the winter solstice, everything will be cold.”

Taylor knocked him on the head. "Say something nice!"

The wolf wiped his mouth. "No nice words, this is Fenris, boss, this is my home..."

Tyler was silent until a giant blue figure pulled him away.

"He's always like this." It was a red-headed guy, an Ultramarines. He supported his brother and said in a helpless tone.

But he quickly changed the subject. "Abaddon has begun his retreat. The Vengeful Spirit, their flagship, has apparently left the Cadia Gate."

"We won."

This sentence exposed the reason why so many people gathered here. They, including Taylor, had no real feeling about this sentence.

The long war finally came to an end, and victory seemed like a fantasy, but the Empire had now activated the Obelisk, and all Chaos forces could not enter Cadia.

Taylor said with relief. "Is there a place to get a drink here?"

"These days are finally over. In a few years I will..."

But before he could finish his words, a huge meteor fell towards Cardia on the holographic star map.

Even the Imperial Fists flagship anchored in the void, a miraculous ancient vessel, could not be stopped by the Phalanx.

Because that thing was not a meteorite, but a huge planetary fortress, one of the two Blackstone fortresses brought by Abaddon!

"What is that?" Tychus cursed.

The old captain of the Imperial Fists looked at it for a long time, his gray head wrinkled with skin, and the Space Marine said unwillingly.

"Abaddon is mad. He wants to destroy Cadia with the most insane plan."

"He's going to smash the world into pieces with a metal satellite!"

Now the star map issued a rapid warning, which was Chaos' last desperate struggle.

A seasoned warrior said, "We estimate we have a few hours, about seven standard Terran hours, before the impact destroys the obelisks on the surface. The demons will return, and we must prepare for our escape..."

Taylor said tremblingly. "Um, do we still have a boat?"

Old Tychus spoke up now. "Only enough for the current military personnel. Give up on the Cadian civilians."

"This time, you can't be merciful..."

Taylor felt his head buzzing, then said, "Get on board before the sky falls."

(End of this chapter)