Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 209: Redemption Expedition, Part 1
After the parade, Guilliman put aside his smile and thought about his mistakes in the room with a self-blaming expression.

Just as his brother predicted, he could no longer enjoy any honor or happiness. Only endless wars and toil could keep his soul pure.

But he still thanked the mortal in front of him. The giant said to his friend and guest, "I have to thank you. It's you who protected my hometown."

Taylor looked at the fruit plate on the table boredly and asked, "Does Macragge only produce grapes?"

Guilliman picked up a few and ate them, mumbling in reply. "No, it's me who likes grapes."

Taylor muttered in his heart, it seems that Grape doesn't like you...

The other purple thing doesn't like you either.

Taylor said untimely, "A human bomb of that power probably wouldn't kill any fully-armored Space Marine."

Guilliman replied. "The death of the people of Macragge is pain to me."

"You saved my people, that's undeniable. And you possess a sense of danger far superior to that of ordinary people, even stronger than that of Space Marines. That's also undeniable."

"Now I have to consider forcibly letting you join my team, even if you don't like it."

"Even so, it only gives me a tiny bit of peace of mind."

"I need you, Taylor, and the Empire needs you too."

Taylor said this after Guilliman calmly made a series of statements that made people question his sexual orientation.

"How can I possibly plan for a Primarch's future? I am only a mortal, and all I know is the difference between dinner and lunch."

"Look, eat, shoot, and sleep. This is my life."

Guilliman smiled. "No, not at all."

"You must join this time. No matter how you refuse, you have no right."

He said it seriously, as if at that moment he was no longer Taylor's superhuman friend, but a powerful Primarch, a Lord of Macragge.

His eyes seemed to be able to see through Taylor, staring at him intently.

Taylor choked up, then said, "Let's talk about compensation and treatment."

"First, I need a day off. Second, giving you advice is just a secondary position. And, you get 30 throne coins a month."

Guilliman scratched his chin. "What is Throne Coin?"

Taylor frowned. "It's currency. One Throne Coin is equivalent to a family's living expenses for half a year."

Guilliman replied. "Oh, I usually just use tens of millions of tons of resources and terabytes of them instead. After all, who knows how much a few thousand weapons or enough fresh water for a world's worth."

"Okay, but you're the only one on my team who wants a salary, and I don't know the value of 30 throne coins."

Taylor seemed to feel that he had lost out at this moment. Others must have gained something more tangible than money, such as...

right?

But he showed little interest in it, he just nodded repeatedly, and Guilliman began to enter work mode.

He said, "I need a crusade, a crusade of redemption."

"During this time, countless Space Marines gathered on Macragge, and my fleet was ready."

Taylor asked uncertainly. "Is it too urgent?"

Guilliman replied. "My Astrologian Tribunal works tirelessly day and night, receiving messages from all over the universe, but most of them are horrific distress signals."

"The power of Chaos has expanded tremendously. Even a third-rate psyker can easily tear open a rift in the Warp."

"I need to go to Terra, meet with my father, check on the status of the Astronomican, and open a direct transportation route between Macragge and Terra, so as to radiate all the planets that can help us."

Taylor's mouth was dry. He took a sip of his wine and asked, "This is a big plan. I can't say anything, but why are you telling me?"

Guilliman smiled. "I know your style. You like your soldiers to understand why they die, and I will do the same."

"Now that you know the situation of the Empire and have seen the horrors of Chaos, I hope you will voluntarily lend me a hand."

He said seriously. "Taylor, my only friend in this era, is also one of the few people who can understand me." "What do you think we should fight for peace with?"

Taylor licked his lips. "Well, you put the answer in the question, what else can I do?"

"I'm going back to pack my things and take my boys with me. It seems Macragge is not the end of my journey."

He complained. "First Cadia, then Macragge, and now Terra. Chaos has made my life a mess!"

"Once I'm done with everything, I'm going to find a place to have a good meal."

Guilliman replied. "You are truly a Lytlin."

Taylor said. "Except for the height and the petty theft."

"To be honest, you're not the first person to praise me like this."

After saying that, he left and started packing up.

A few minutes later, he returned to the camp and abruptly told his boys.

He said that painful days would probably follow and asked.

"You can choose not to go and stay on Macragge, or you can die with me."

"To be honest, I don't want to go, but this empire is already in tatters. Even if I don't go, Macragge will eventually be filled with demons."

"Secondly, I really want to see where the Emperor is!"

Captain Roland said. "Boss, this is a pilgrimage to Terra! How could we possibly refuse?"

The Lightling girl nodded in agreement.

Iron Man Roglo said, "I have to stay in Macragge. There are too many variables on Terra."

"I fear your Emperor..."

Taylor could sense that this brother wanted to go, but for all non-human races, Terra was actually a terrifying den of demons.

Especially with the Emperor right up there...

Taylor could only nod in agreement, and he felt more at ease knowing that Iron Man was staying here.

After instructing Iron Man to take the best possible care of the store he frequented, Taylor continued to ask others for their thoughts.

Ms. Katie said silently, "Boss, you need to prepare a complete set of worship kits and learn the complete process."

Taylor smiled. "As long as you're willing to come with me, I hope we can survive."

Even so, he was still tense inside. If he spoke his true feelings, it would probably be a long passage made up of words like "We're screwed" and "Unlucky".

But to his surprise, the Cadian chronicler was very quiet this time.

Taylor asked her. "Sister, what's going on?"

She replied. "The Cadians have no face to face the Emperor. The Imperium is in tatters because of our failure."

"If Cadia were still there, the Empire wouldn't be in such a bad state today."

Taylor said. "But this is not the fault of the Cadians. You have lost your homeland and caused Abaddon to fail twelve times! In view of this merit, I believe the Emperor will forgive you."

"Come on, let's go to Terra, and put down your crappy pen. I don't want to see any more records about me!"

The woman smiled. "Of course, but I still want to stay in Macragge. It's become my second home for a while now."

"Secondly, you'll need someone to take care of your share of the royalties, won't you?"

Taylor smiled. "Okay."

He watched as his team was formed, although the Eldar girl had returned to the Webway some time ago and gone home with her people, leaving Tyler feeling a little lonely.

But he was still serious now. "Pack your things and get on the boat!"

(End of this chapter)