Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 201: Meeting with the Primarch
Half a week after the Primarch woke up.

Now the restoration of Macragge is in full swing, and the forces of Chaos that attacked the world are receding.

But those good things seemed to have nothing to do with Taylor. He was now hiding beside the ruins of the city of Macragge, using it as a shelter.

He watched the bullet grazed his head, then worriedly stretched out his gun and fired blindly at the enemy.

He cursed. "Why do I have to suffer like this!"

At the same time, several Ultramarines fell from the sky and killed the Chaos traitors that Taylor had restrained. He breathed a sigh of relief and lay tiredly beside the ruins.

He has been trying for almost four days now.

Taylor wanted to say that he was used to this damn day, the days of trying every possible way to clear out the enemies entrenched in the ruins, but that probably wasn't the case.

He said he hated street fighting the most, as it was full of risks and accidents, and even a Space Marine could be killed.

But the task of reclaiming the city was one that Guilliman believed Taylor could accomplish, and God knew why the Primarch had such high hopes for him.

But Taylor was already resentful of Guilliman.

He walked wearily back to the camp with his brothers, and today was theoretically a day of celebration, as the main city of Macragge was now back in their hands.

Taylor believes that he is lucky in this regard, which of course is also related to his precise and timid street fighting style and his steady pace of advancement.

But to be precise, the fighting during this period did allow him to be accepted by the Ultramar Auxiliary Army.

Especially after he personally killed a Chaos Space Marine affiliated with the Emperor's Children in a damned street fight.

This kind of reputation basically makes Taylor feel once again what it feels like to be expected by others, but he really just wants to survive.

When he walked into the camp, this not-so-warm and safe place, the mortal auxiliary soldiers in blue armor would jokingly call him "Marshal".

In general, this is much stronger than the "Baron", although it is just a joke. After all, he can't be the real Marshal of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army, and he won't be in the future.

He angrily cursed those disrespectful soldiers, then walked into his regiment's camp and shouted.

"Take out the Amsette and the canned food, and tell the Emperor that we have survived today!"

He was almost complacent to say the truth, and saw that his brothers' kitchen carts had already started moving, and at the same time, many guys from the Ultramar auxiliary army smelled the scent and came over.

During these few days, basically everyone knew how good their food was. The guys stationed nearby ate and drank for free every day, even though they brought some food with them.

This is where the quality of the Macragge people comes into play.

But outsourcing processing does not mean it does not consume manpower!
So of course he took some money.

But even so, the Macragge soldiers had gained visibly more weight during this period.

Of course, this may have more to do with the return of the Primarch.

But honestly, Taylor felt that this place was safer than Terra simply by remembering that Guilliman was in this world.

After all, Terra is just Terra, but the Primarch is still the Primarch!
Now he picked up his lunch box, thinking about how to start his own business in Macragge, when he saw an advanced hovercraft driving into his camp.

This is a rare visitor.

He scooped up a spoonful of the Leitling stew, chewed the rich, complex meat sauce, and then asked. "This car came in strangely. I think someone is going to be in trouble."

But the car stopped, and in front of him, several high-ranking officials from Macragge got out and asked Taylor to get in the car.

He asked with a look of death. "What happened?"

An official in a fine formal suit said, "The Primarch needs to see you, that's all."

"Looks like I can't refuse. I don't think he's going to treat me to lunch, so."

Taylor held up his bowl. "Can I take this with me? I'll finish it before entering the palace."

Well, they looked unconvinced, and the stew had too many spices in it, and the taste was obviously not something that should be eaten when meeting the Primarch.

But they dared not neglect the order of the Lord of Ultramar. After careful consideration, Taylor's lunch became a passenger in a high-end hovercraft worth thousands of throne coins.

But Taylor wasn't particularly interested. A Lemanus could cost tens of thousands of throne coins, and he'd even ridden a Baneblade tank before. But when the leather sofa filled with the aroma of spices, even those arrogant officials had to admit how delicious the Laetlings' food was.

But Taylor had to taste his lunch in a hurry, which was almost torture. Fortunately, he still finished those things before meeting the Lord of Ultramar.

He wiped his mouth and walked into the palace led by the Primarch's servants.

This is the core of Macragge and the former home of the Primarch. It is said that he lived here when he was adopted by his mortal father.

After waking up, Guilliman immediately drove away the traitor, and then hid here like a tantrum child, spending several days, not knowing what he was thinking.

Taylor was full of doubts, but he walked through the ancient corridors, the Roman-style buildings and the decorations that represented the highest level of art in Macragge.

Frankly speaking, Taylor had a miserable life and he would probably never get used to living in such a vast place filled with art.

In his eyes, home is a place filled with people and small things, not a palace like this, which is like an ancient work of art.

He followed the servant into a room. Everything inside the room was huge, and the door was four meters high.

The beautiful benches, sofas and long tables all look like a real-life version of Foleg's Travels or the story of Jack and the Beanstalk.

Taylor looked at the towering giant looking at him. He stretched out his hand and spoke to a mortal-sized sofa.

"Sit down and have some purple Amsette, or grapes from the Macragge estate."

"You'll like it, Mr. Taylor."

Taylor said flattered. "How could a Primarch ask me to come here? I'm just a mortal, worthless."

Guilliman replied. "Worthless?" He smiled. "You clearly underestimate yourself."

"Never mind. It's not important."

Taylor nodded, moving closer, while Guilliman's nose twitched slightly.

He said, "Malme cheese and rich dry sausage, chopped and stewed in a big pot, all the flavors come together. It's simple and delicious."

"You have a guy on your team who knows how to eat."

"Oh, and leather shoes."

Taylor's brow furrowed immediately. "Really?"

Guilliman said. "I lied to you."

Then he changed the subject.

"I think this era is quite hopeless, and someone like you who still hasn't given up on worldly pursuits is obviously not one of those crazy people."

"Yes, I mean the Imperial Church. My brother Lorgar must be ecstatic about their success." Guilliman showed a faint expression of disgust.

Then he said, "I've met a lot of people during this time, and most of them are crazy about me and my father."

"On the contrary, this great empire is like a huge, rotting corpse, relying on inertia to rush across the stars."

"And you possess the good qualities that once belonged to the Imperials, or to humanity."

"Those things weren't crazy beliefs or loyalty, but hopes for a better life."

"So, I want to talk to you, in this time that makes me desperate."

"And I want you to tell me why I shouldn't die by my brother's sword."

"I tragically came back to life and came to this hell..."

He looked at Taylor as if wanting an answer.

Taylor didn't know what the answer was; he just gave a dull reply.

"Let me try……"

(End of this chapter)