Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 203 Macragge is attacked
Taylor still remembers the conversation with Guilliman vividly.

But he knew that his words would not be recorded in the history of the empire. This was just a private conversation, with no recorder and no official record.

This made him feel at ease, but also a little lonely. At the same time, he quickly returned to the camp and began to arrange the next tasks for his team.

According to the current tactical objectives, they only need to eat, drink and have fun on Macragge to complete their work.

First of all, it has everything here, such as complete industrial production lines, usable agricultural environments and prosperous trade areas.

Secondly, after Macragge was declared safe, a large number of troops were trying to enter here.

For example, the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Militia, or the daughter regiments produced from the Ultramarines gene-seed.

They came to meet their Father, the Supreme Being.

To be precise, the Raven Guard, Space Wolves, Blood Angels and White Scars also sent teams to confirm this matter as soon as possible.

The Primarch's return was a precious boost to the Imperium, and countless fleets were anchored above Macragge, awaiting the day when the Primarch would strike back against Chaos.

The Empire needed victory, and it was clear they were desperate.

But Taylor soon saw the Ultramar Honor Guard inside the camp begin to leave the planet.

The Ultramarines were also ready to fight.

It was clear that the Primarch was determined to expel the remnants of the Chaos forces within the Five Hundred Worlds.

In other words, there will be a defensive gap here?

Taylor simply took an order for a batch of fresh supplies with ease, and then found a safe place for himself to stay on Macragge.

He was quite relieved, after all, this was the second capital of human civilization.

He will never leave this good place.

He could indeed go on an expedition to the hells occupied by chaos and demons.

But he won't.

Never will!
This went on for about two weeks.

Now that Taylor has arranged his retirement place, at least he is quite looking forward to staying here until his retirement.

The place he chose was a remote city with a good natural environment, with rolling plains and forests, trees and mountains.

The place where he was stationed was such a good place with no heavy industry and mostly kind people.

Therefore, Taylor quickly adapted to life in Macragge.

Now whenever he walks down the street, people greet him because of his warrior identity, whether they are bakers, restaurant owners, or those doing other labor.

Most of them had seen how "wisely and bravely" Taylor led his men to fight against the Chaos traitors, and many of them were even rescued by Taylor.

Legion, he walked into a restaurant with ease at this moment. The decoration here was quite good.

It has a strong coffee flavor and sweet aroma, or a light wine aroma.

In other words, everything is sold here.

At the same time, the restaurant owner's wife still has charm and good looks. Her blonde hair and blue eyes are typical of Macragge people, and her figure is also the signature of this place.

Of course, Taylor isn't here for her size.

More so because her husband was a member of the Macragge Guard.

But he died bravely during the Chaos invasion a few months ago. Now Taylor came here out of care for his brothers who are also Imperial warriors.

Taylor, at the bottom of a remote area, spoke expertly. "Same old stuff, a sandwich, two cups of Reka coffee with sugar and milk, and today's Ultramar Daily."

"By the way, pack a copy of Amsett."

The proprietress was wearing a brown long skirt, had blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin. She wasn't as pretty as the Krieger girl, but she was still pretty.

This was thanks to Macragge's good living standards, but now she looked at Taylor and said it seriously.

"You know your legionary commissar was here, and she forbade me to sell you Amset."

Taylor pouted. "Oh, my beautiful Lady Vanessa, just for the sake of the hard-working officer, let me have a bite." He stretched out his claws and pawed at the air.

The proprietress insisted. "No, you're a jerk drinking here on patrol day. How can I let you buy that?"

Taylor said, his true colors exposed. "Tsk, damn sense of responsibility, you're just like my mom."

"What a waste of your pretty face."

"But Macragge is indeed nice. It's quiet, comfortable, and well-governed under Guilliman's rule. Even though he's now away on an expedition for the Empire, I'd still like to live here." The woman smiled as she made coffee for Taylor. "Of course, you can stay as long as you like, but you can't drink."

"By the way, did you know? The second volume of the popular Undead Baron in the Cadian sector is now on sale."

"But I always feel that the protagonist looks a bit like you."

Taylor coughed. "What the hell?"

She said, "That book is very popular in the Cadian sector, and the second volume is now on sale."

Taylor realized that the damned narrator was probably not dead. He thought she should be leaving the Chaos siege with the Imperial Fists or the Second Company of Space Marines.

Obviously, he did not get rid of that guy, but fortunately, the Macragge people did not know what the damn book had to do with him.

Now, he was bored and looked at the boss lady's beautiful buttocks and what was wrapped under her long skirt, then avoided the serious Ms. Krieger and tasted his lunch.

What could be better than a day like this?
The great Primarch was constantly expelling the Chaos forces that were invading the star zone, and he could drink tea happily under the protection of that strong man.

Now he has three regular meals and is treated very well.

As an admired officer, children playing in front of his door would come to him from time to time and ask for his autograph.

When they showed their clothes and asked Taylor to give them a hero's handwriting, he was reluctant but vaguely liked such days.

As Taylor reluctantly dismissed the guys and sauntered out, he set his table, wiped the table, and threw the paper towels in the trash.

He adjusted his coat silently, like an elegant gentleman who didn't care about anything and was in no hurry.

He even thought that the next step might be to find a girl and marry and have children with her on Macragge.

Taylor actually doesn't have to worry about the household registration issue. As long as he wants, he can live anywhere in the empire. As long as his discharge procedures are completed, the Ministry of Military Affairs must fulfill the last wish of the imperial veteran.

Besides, living in Macragge is as difficult as climbing to heaven for ordinary people, but it is nothing for him.

Look, after all the hardship comes happiness!

He survived the horrific attacks of Chaos Space Marines and the twisted powers of Daemons.

And now he has almost everything!
But when he walked out of the restaurant, he saw a vortex like haze in the sky.

Subspace fluctuations?
This is not a good thing. It represents an abnormal warp jump and the activation of the warp engine. If it is not Guilliman coming, then it is the enemy coming.

Now, the dark side of the empire is spreading and the power of chaos is expanding, which wakes Taylor up from the good times and reminds him that he is in a hell full of death and war.

Now they are having a nightmare about the survival of human civilization.

After all, the Chaos Gods will not allow Guilliman to return. They only need a dying empire, not a city of hope.

Macragge must be destroyed. For them, a place that gradually became full of hope under the Primarch's planning was truly fatal.

Taylor licked the corner of his mouth and looked at the dark Chaos warship gradually approaching the orbital area and the skyfire defense system that was constantly burning.

Now that the Space Marines and the Honor Guard have gone on an expedition, and the Primarch has also gone to take charge, this is their only chance, so of course they will try...

Taylor didn't want to admit it, but it seemed like it.

His bad luck, no, or rather, the inevitability of this world.

Those wars, those damned wars had found him again.

Taylor was in pain, but he also thought about his favorite restaurants and the kids who asked for his autograph.

Who knows, he really hopes Chaos will die out, those damn things are messing up everything for him.

He took a deep breath and looked at Captain Roland running from a distance.

"Boy, report the situation."

Roland, the big man, panted. "Boss, this is an attack. It must be the remnants of the Night Lords. They stopped in orbit, just to evade our attack, and then dropped something."

Taylor said nervously. "Secure the city first, then prepare the bunkers and fortresses. We must hold it until Guilliman returns."

"This is the purpose of the Macragge Guard."

He mustered up the courage to speak to Roland, or more precisely, to the citizens of the city, saying that those people now had a rare sense of peace of mind.

But when Taylor left the city, he immediately complained with a bitter face.

"It's the Midnight Lord! We're doomed..."

(End of this chapter)