Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 221 Tin Cans and Blue Cans

"The Emperor is above." An exclamation of boredom came out.

Now, Taylor was looking at his tactical tablet, bored and wondering if he could download some low-quality hive program to add some entertainment to himself.

But thinking that this was the network used by imperial officers after all, he gave up this crazy idea.

At this moment, the expedition fleet began to slowly leave the vortex and came to the outside of the Solar Star Region.

Although the Primarch was still unconscious, his condition was actually slowly improving.

Cawl said that the Primarch's awakening was only a matter of time, and the Living Saint secretly revealed to Taylor that the Primarch's disaster was making him more resistant to the Warp.

This is a good thing, yes.

Guilliman had previously been unable to remove his armor, as his soul was still cursed by the terrible curse of Slaanesh.

But this time, after Carlos's disturbance, although the situation was critical, the original body's soul actually underwent desensitization training.

This is quite interesting. After all, Guilliman is one of the few staunch materialists, but now he is forced to witness the methods of the Emperor and the Demons time and time again.

Thinking of this, Taylor put down the tablet and looked at the can tower his brothers had built with cans. The thing was piled up almost half a meter high, so that Miss Lightling had to stand on the table to continue creating.

They built it differently, some liked squares, some made it like a wall, and the girl from Lightling used the A-shaped method, which is a triangle like a tower.

Brother Roland used a stable geometric pattern, like a huge iron honeycomb.

Ms. Katie chose a more interesting wall method, which means the middle is empty and all four sides are built up, which looks simple and boring.

This was probably a competition that affected the amount of their dinner for the next few days, and the referee was Taylor.

At this moment, he saw that the can towers of several people were half a meter high, so he picked up a slingshot made of a hose and iron sheet, used bullet shells as projectiles, and said at the same time.

"Before the great Emperor and his children bear witness, we will know whose defenses are the strongest."

He laughed and said, "Here comes the earthshaker!" He raised his slingshot and shot at the cans.

The projectile fired and hit the can. Although the slingshot looked simple, it actually had good power.

It hit the can, making a loud and powerful sound.

Taylor took a bag of shells and took turns shooting at the can bunkers, with each contestant getting one until the round was over and then they would do it again.

If someone's can shelter collapses, he is "killed".

After three shots, the first thing to fall was Roland's building. Although it looked sturdy, it couldn't withstand the gaps between the cans.

In order to maintain the massive geometric structure and use a small number of cans to meet the half-meter height, he chose to cut corners.

After his miserable sigh, the honeycomb-structured tower of cans collapsed. Other soldiers came hurriedly and took away all the cans scattered on the ground and tables like looters.

At this moment, Roland looked as if his heart had been dug out by the devil.

Then Taylor continued firing, bang bang bang!
After about 5 rounds, the second tower to collapse was that of the girl Lightlin. She screamed like thunder and protected her food with her hands, but she could not stop others from plundering greedily.

After all, the tower shape will eventually have stress problems. If one corner collapses, all four corners will be gone.

Obviously, the winner was the most unpopular Sergeant Katie. When Taylor was about to give her the cans as trophies, a blue giant walked into the noisy barracks.

He said in a deep voice, "It seems you guys really have too much free time."

Taylor coughed to hide his embarrassment. "Lord Karl, who brought you here?"

The Ultramarines Chapter Master laughed. "Don't worry, I just came to tell you that we have reached the Solar Segmentum. We are now only a few thousand light-years away from Terra."

"During this time we will continue our final warp jump..."

He paused, looking at Taylor. "And I am going to take you to the Ultramarines' Hall, our Hall of Honor, to see if you can accept our, the Primarch's, gene-seed."

This sentence made Taylor, who was laughing happily, stop.

Yes, powerful strength and long life, who wouldn’t want to touch it?

Now that the Primarch has returned, Guilliman's presence has significantly increased the stability of the gene-seed. Coupled with Taylor's demonstrated compatibility with the Primarch's personality, his transplant success rate is undoubtedly high, but it's still not foolproof.

Taylor doesn't believe that he is the so-called protagonist. He knows that he is just a tiny grain of sand in this universe, so he doesn't dream that he is special.

He smiled. "If I were ten years younger, I would take this gamble without hesitation."

"But now?"

He shook his head.

Calgar said, "Your mindset hasn't changed, even after meeting so many Ultramarines and chatting and laughing with the Primarch."

"I just can't understand you. You're always so brave and exaggerated. You can drive a chariot and tear off a demon's wings, but you're also afraid of a trivial operation."

Taylor replied. "I think Guilliman will help me reject this, as he said that the Imperium is indeed short of Space Marines today."

"But he, he, Guilliman, lacks a mortal."

"A mortal like me."

Karga couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"My knowledge of the Primarch seems far inferior to yours! It's truly insane! You understand him better than I do, and even better than his children!"

Karga looked at the cans again. "Can I have one? Just for fun."

"But it's boring without an opponent, right."

He looked at Taylor.

"How about you and me betting all my personal income for this month against yours?"

Taylor rubbed his hands. The captain of the team earned a lot of money, and he was a bit of a gambler in his heart, so he nodded and agreed.

In half an hour, Chapter Master Calgar had created a beautiful room with thick walls, while Taylor had chosen a strange, sloping cylinder.

That was a little trick he learned from the Imperial Fist, and he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

After Calgar announced the start, Captain Roland began shooting at the fortress one by one.

After 20 rounds, the fortresses of Kalga and Taylor were very strong.

After about 40 rounds, Roland had to start restocking his ammunition.

After 60 rounds, Calgar's fortress was a little loose, but Taylor's was still.

Suddenly, the ship began to tremble, and the violent shaking made it impossible for people to stand. Calgar smelled the scent of war and immediately left.

Taylor followed him outside, and they soon saw blood-red ships crawling out of the warp outside the window...

They continued to fire at the Macragge Expedition, and Calgar cursed, "It's the Thousand Sons, traitors! You've never changed your ways!"

Taylor said uneasily. "But the Primarch hasn't woken up yet."

Calgar thought for a moment. "They'll board the ship. They'll definitely go to the Primarch's treatment bay."

"We have to hold that!"

He hesitated again. "But I need to command the fleet, and Sicarius has his own mission. We're not confident in the services of a living saint or an inquisitor."

At this moment, he saw that the fortress he had built at the long table had collapsed due to the trembling, but Taylor's still stood.

He said seriously now. "To Guilliman, my friend..."

"Go to the Primarch! On behalf of all Ultramarines, I beg you to entrust our father to me."

"Please protect him!"

(End of this chapter)