Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 196 Robert Guilliman, Part 1
The Sword of Glory was a good ship, with no abnormal shaking, no strange noises, and no inexplicable whispers from the Warp.

Taylor rarely went on such a nice ship. At least in his memory, even the most beautiful rooms on the ship had something abnormal.

After all, this is the void, not the ground, and warp jumps are commonplace for Imperial ships.

Now he had a quiet and comfortable four-person officer dormitory, and what also made Taylor happy was the full armory.

He looked and found everything, from the smallest caliber infantry bullets to the energy batteries for the volcano cannon. He even found replaceable plasma gun accessories, and the most rare thing was.

It's all free.

On the other hand, you only need to walk down to the lobby to see the vast buffet restaurant that is open day and night, with everything from snacks from a corner of the galaxy to the hottest delicacies in Macragge.

This was usually only enjoyed by Space Marines, but Taylor could make an exception.

Now he returned to his residence with many delicious dishes.

He used the Empire's famous Cheese slices, heated them up and stuck them in the middle of the Grox burger, and paired it with a sweet and cold sparkling water without the taste of coolant.

This place is paradise.

After all, the Empire's welfare for Space Marines is exaggerated, and the Ultramarines have the entire Five Hundred Worlds as logistics support.

If Taylor has nothing to do, he will practice swordplay with the Ultramarines Sergeant, but Taylor feels that he always gives in to him and can always get a 3/7 score.

This is a point system.

That is, if the Space Marines earn two points from him, he can get one point.

And Taylor could inflict wounds on a Space Marine? That's what the training sword and the sensor suit said, but he didn't believe it at all. He just thought the old sergeant was saving his face.

The wildling from Fenris also wanted to try, but Taylor felt that he was not careful and that problems might arise, so he declined several times.

As for the other Space Marines? Those guys from Macragge looked down on him, even though there were always a lot of people watching every time he dueled with the Master Chief.

But to be honest, Taylor had no idea that the Master Chief had actually given it his all, and even ordinary Space Marines would only make his record more impressive.

If this were a deathmatch, Taylor would perform better with the help of adrenaline, especially when he was always accompanied by several good players from the former 10th class.

This made him famous on the Sword of Glory, but Taylor hated the Eldar girl more than that.

She basically complained about the room every time she met with Taylor, but as an alien, she actually lived in a single room.

She called that place a cage, but Taylor had seen it, and there was silk on that bed!
He was quite annoyed by this and even tried to ignore the alien girl for a while, but she kept on chattering until Tyler realized that the guy was just plain lonely.

When a person is on a ship of another race, most people will just call her "alien". If you think about it this way, the complaints are obviously understandable.

Overall, he was very satisfied with his life on the Sword of Glory, and even felt reluctant to leave.

Delicious food, spacious rooms, and regular training with old comrades who are humorous and funny.

He could chat about tactics and fencing with the Ultramarines sergeants during the day, and secretly barbecue with the Fenris boy in a deserted place at night, and then tease the Eldar with the leftover meat.

But according to Taylor's experience, these days of Shu Ran are always followed by terrible things and bad luck.

He wasn't sure until the trip was over, and they were above Macragge, the transport plane taking some of the people down, and Taylor was naturally the last to leave.

At the same time, he asked everyone in the Skadi Legion to take a package with them.

It probably contained the lunch they had taken from the ship; they had almost cleared the buffet table, which was never empty.

This caused most of the Ultramarines to be amazed and believe that their halls had been ransacked by a swarm of Tyranids.

The Eldar prophet said with disgust as the greasy package was brought aboard the gunboat.

"If you let the food rot inside the bundle, I'd rather jump out of the air valve now and see if Lady Lust is guarding my soul outside."

Taylor replied, feeling the roar of the engine. "The soldiers eat a lot. There won't be even a scrap left here before the stuff rots."

"Meanwhile, Slaanesh will surely wait for your death."

"How long can you talk to me before your soul stone dims?"

The prophet replied, "About two or three thousand years."

Taylor choked. "That's a long time." Their relationship seemed strained, but it wasn't that bad.

At this moment, Taylor looked up at the great scenery of Macragge. The huge starport extended from the equator, and the amber earth and green shadows were intertwined with the light blue ocean.

This place is as beautiful as Terra tens of thousands of years ago, but Chaos Space Marine ships are also parked at the edge of the planet, firing at the Sword of Glory.

Taylor subconsciously became nervous, partly because the minions of Chaos had reached Macragge.

Secondly, he had developed feelings for the ship that carried him through the void. She was as gentle and reliable as Taylor's other mother.

So Taylor breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the ship leave, relying on maneuverability and fire from the Macragge.

Thinking about it now, he might have been a bit sentimental. After all, he was just a poor wretch who lived to be at most 120 years old, and that ship was more than years old.

If nothing unexpected happens, she can serve the Empire for thousands of years, but Taylor is worried about her, which seems a bit sentimental.

But Taylor knew very well that it was better to be sentimental than to be heartless.

He sighed, watching the gunships descend upon the human city capital on Macragge.

To be honest, he was still surprised when he came here.

Countless hover cars and huge golden and blue buildings have a Gothic aesthetic and the style of the Roman Empire.

Bright light fell from the sky. It was the light of the sun. It was different from the nest. There was no haze on the nest.

That's right! In this world, there's no such thing as superior or inferior when it comes to seeing ghosts.

Dull and gloomy, none of the chronic illnesses that plagued the hives were present here.

Taylor followed the Archmagos forward, past the Macragge Guard members who looked warily at them.

They then entered a vast palace, the fortress-monastery of the Ultramarines and the heart of Macragge.

But Taylor didn't think too much about it. He just took the weapons and brought a group of elite soldiers with him.

He followed behind the Black Templar Champion.

There were also two high-ranking Eldar, the Living Saint of the Empire, the Grand Sage of the Mechanicus, and the Master Chief of the Ultramarines standing nearby.

In comparison, Taylor is just an unknown background figure.

No one cares about a guy like him.

When the palace gate opened, the Ultramarines stood in the magnificent hall, decorated with glittering lights.

In comparison, their strange and complicated expedition looked quite bizarre, with a large iron box in the middle that looked eerie.

Only a few know what's inside, such as the Archmagos, the Eldar high command and Celestine, or Taylor.

A man in heavy Terminator armor sat on the throne, and next to him stood a tall Space Marine Librarian who looked quite wise and powerful.

The Ultramarines in Terminator armor said seriously.

"What can I do for you, Martian?" His face looked quite strong and powerful, yet also revealed a hint of kindness.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge power glove on his arm. It looks a bit funny at first glance, but in fact it can easily destroy a knight mecha.

Kaul's massive metal body stepped forward and answered in a hoarse, mechanical voice.

"I have come to see the Lord of Macragge. I have a pact with him."

The giant, the Ultramarines, stood up. "I don't remember meeting you before?"

Cawl repeated. "I come for the Lord of Macragge."

The giant cursed. "I am Lord Macragge, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, Marneus Calgar!"

Cawl replied. "It was not you who made my pact, but the true Lord of Macragge, the Primarch."

"Robert Guilliman!"

(End of this chapter)