Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 188 The Final Escape, Part 1
The transport plane left the atmosphere and made a handover at the starport, but Taylor still saw Abaddon's ships shooting at the Imperial ships through the window.

This was unsettling, even though the massive Imperial Fists flagship, the Phalanx, stood like a reliable wall, resisting all attacks and then striking back angrily.

The scorching star-like light flickered in the void, echoing with the cracked red planet and the great fortress world of Cadia.

It seemed to remind Taylor all the time how close death was to them at this moment.

In the present day, Taylor enters an ancient Mechanicum vessel after leaving Cadia.

Those Adeptus Mechanicus ships formed the tail end of the evacuation team, using the great technology from Mars to protect others from leaving.

He was on a Mars-class energy ship, which had sufficient defensive capabilities and was also a means of converting precious stellar heat into plasma.

It is actually a good thing to be here, after all, energy represents the ability to electrolyze water and the normal use of hydroponic farms.

On the ship, Taylor looked at the reddish-brown mottled walls, and the members of the Mechanicus or the servitors serving them walking around and surrounding his iron brothers.

Here, next to him, Rogelio is more popular and more special than he is.

Now, Taylor can finally have some peace and quiet.

He walked into his room bored, heated and prepared dinner with his skillful hands, and soon had a delicious meal.

He used a spoon to stir the quick-heated rice and homemade meat sauce, smelling the aroma and the dark red oil caused by the seasoning, and felt that he was finally alive.

After eating and drinking, Taylor sighed and lay on the uncomfortable bed, looking at the glaring promethium lamp. He felt empty and fearful about the future of mankind and his own retirement.

He's not a nihilist, but it seems those good things are becoming a distant prospect.

He was thinking about what to do next. Supplies had become very scarce during this period. He had just bought two containers of canned tomatoes for his brothers at almost twice the price.

He is not short of money at the moment, but who knows how long this damn escape will last, and whether he will be the one who survives?
Oh, right, tomatoes.

Who doesn't like tomatoes? But those things still cost him a lot of his budget. Fortunately, his small treasury was unusually thick, almost comparable to the savings of an imperial general.

Taylor sighed. "Hopefully, the price of supplies won't be so outrageous next time. The good news is, those oil men don't need to eat, and I don't need to drink oil."

He began to think about how to distribute the food next until the doorbell interrupted his thoughts.

He said. "Come in."

A strange machine slowly opened the door. It was a mechanical servant, with a lot of exposed skin and unmodified parts, but its thighs and arms had been replaced with black steel.

His remaining vocal cords uttered, "A gift from the Great Sage, a token of gratitude for your protection of the obelisk."

After saying that, he put down the small box in his hand and left. Taylor felt that he had not done that.

The obelisk was still destroyed by Abaddon, who smashed the Blackstone Fortress on it like a cannon, and now everything is ruined.

He picked up the small box; it was delicate and beautiful, bearing the Mechanicum symbol.

Tyler reached out, but the thing was locked until Tyler felt its catch.

After he felt a tingling sensation at the tip of his finger, a dripping sound appeared, followed by a click.

The box went from being a pretty solid thing to a loose box.

Inside the soft red fabric lining lay five badge-like objects, which did not look like imperial creations, but rather relics from the ancient technological era.

They are written in English, mind you, not Gothic but English.

Although some words seemed to have changed, Taylor was able to tell in his broken and long-unused English that it was written about a company.

If it is directly transliterated, it might be called Sting Creek or something like that, but it doesn’t matter.

It's a relic of a dark technological age, apparently.

"This can't be anything evil..." Taylor put it on half-heartedly, but nothing happened. That's what he thought, but he found a translucent film around him. He was quite familiar with this thing. It was a void shield, or more accurately, a personal void shield.

Although it cannot withstand artillery and bombing, it can theoretically absorb a full magazine of automatic rifles or a few explosive bombs.

Now Taylor swallowed hard, because this thing was pretty expensive.

How to say it, if the five void shields produced in the technological age here were seen by the planetary governor, those fat-headed and powerful people would even pay half the planet's production capacity for them.

Even in such circumstances, such personal protective equipment is still in short supply because the empire has almost no production capacity.

Only on individual worlds, those forging worlds that have unearthed STCs, may they be able to produce them, but those quantities are really a drop in the bucket compared to the empire's vast star-like territories.

At this moment, Taylor felt that he had really made friends with a rich man.

This feels good!

He immediately picked up the small box and put it into his backpack. These five things were priceless, almost as valuable as a planet of lesser value.

However, if Taylor were a little more unscrupulous, a little more lawless, a little more heretical, and a little more disloyal, then he could also quickly lead his troops to occupy an Imperial world.

According to his discussions with the boys when he was bored, it would only take three days for the Skadi First Redemption Legion to rule a standard imperial world.

It is not difficult to capture the residence of a foolish governor.

For a moment, Taylor even considered the possibility, but he quickly gave up.

Because the Empire is the last force he can rely on, Taylor is very clear about his own strengths and weaknesses. He cannot remain neutral between Chaos and the Empire, and can still spend his old age in peace after becoming the King of the Mountain.

He was smiling at this moment, thinking about himself and his brothers wearing the void shield.

Until an explosion interrupted his thoughts.

It was an attack from Abaddon's warships, that must have been it.

He almost wanted to wrap his head in the covers, telling himself to close his eyes and just sleep until he woke up.

But after the continuous bombing, he chose to go ahead without hesitation and drank some coffee to calm his nerves.

After about 3-4 hours of that restlessness, a tired Taylor received the task.

Cawl was to descend, landing on a cold world that had once been a shrine world of the Empire.

Now it's just a wild world, seemingly worthless, but Call believes there is a way out.

Taylor and his brothers were soon taken off the ship by a transport plane, and on the transport plane he saw the last side of the warm ship that had carried them.

She was pierced by the light spears of several Chaos warships, looking like burning black corn, and then exploded, turning into endless fragments falling.

Taylor muttered pessimistically. "I didn't expect those things would be useful so soon."

He shouted. "Roland, Katie, Sister Lightling, and you, you stupid iron man, here are four badges, wear them all."

At this moment, Taylor suddenly realized that Kaul seemed to have known that he needed several stance generators?

Myself, Miss Lightling, Lieutenant Katie and Captain Roland, the extra one obviously couldn't be given to a machine.

So, maybe he already knew that Roglo was an iron man?

Taylor was inexplicably terrified of that damned mechanical giant, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "We have to protect that guy."

"Mechanical Sage, a monster."

(End of this chapter)