Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 228 Holy Terra, Part 1
The Imperial Guards slaughtered the remaining demons and Thousand Sons with ease. To be precise, just the Sister of Silence walking over was enough to turn those arrogant monsters into waste.

The demons were almost unable to move, and all the Thousand Sons were psychics. To them, the Sisters of Silence were just a pile of oversized excrement, waving their weapons and killing them.

The guys screamed, "Soulless!"

At the same time, they were easily killed, and Guilliman gradually recovered his strength and began to arrange the sealing of Magnus.

His brother was now a Warp entity, not a living being in the traditional sense, so dealing with Magnus would only require a few spells and runes.

There is also the responsibility to maintain and protect it from generation to generation based on a thousand-year standard.

When the Demon Primarch is completely brought to justice, good days will come.

At least that's what Taylor thought.

After all, the moon is only a stone's throw away from Terra, and Terra is the mother planet of human civilization. People there cannot be said to be rich and powerful, but can only live in a life of extravagance and decadence.

But safety must come first!
Thinking this, he followed the Primarch into his home planet.

This is Taylor's hometown!

But after tens of thousands of years, the once emerald green sapphire has now become a land of death surrounded by dull black metal towers rooted in the brown, dry soil.

On the ground, the layers of bizarre artillery positions and void fire formed a breathtaking landscape.

And countless struggling and angry people are playing a global-scale killing game on the ground.

Hunger, fear, death, the smell of blood and the foul air mixed together.

On the transport plane, Taylor saw Guilliman's expression change from initial anticipation to final disgust.

When the golden palace standing on the Himalayas appeared before his eyes, Guilliman's expression relaxed a little as he recalled a trace of past memories.

However, a high-ranking member of the Ecclesiarchy pointed to a small path on the side of the palace and said cautiously, "Primarch, please take this path."

Taylor looked at it. It was a hidden metal staircase that spiraled down and then up.

The corridor was five meters high, but to the Primarch it was just a dog hole.

Even before Guilliman got angry, Sicarius, who had been following his father all the way, couldn't help but grab the robed priest and curse him.

"You're just going to let the Primarch go through this dog hole?!"

The pastor showed no fear, but answered in a dull voice, like a servitor.

"This is the best way. If we go in front of the palace, the fanatical believers will surround us."

"If we enter from the side roads, the hungry people will riot and rush through the gate."

"My Lord Primarch, Captains of the Ultramarines, and those who fight Chaos."

"Now that the Astronomican is dim, Terra's soil can no longer grow food. We have no other options but to hope day and night that the situation will improve."

"Now, we have waited for the Primarch, that is you."

"So I also tried my best to make it possible for you to meet your father and the Divine Emperor."

His explanation was emotionless, but it made Guilliman sick. He did not like the current Emperor, nor did he like the current Empire.

Because in today's place, people are not like people, people are not like people.

The Empire was like a god that disregarded human life, looking down upon everything in the mortal world from a high position, whether it was the state religion or his father who could not leave Terra...

Horus's prophecy had come true, and the pain and powerlessness suffocated Guilliman.

He had seen mountains of Titans march past Terra's palaces.

He passed golden ribbons that fell like raindrops.

He had seen his father standing at the pinnacle of the empire and witnessing its prosperity.

But now, the whole of Terra is filled with only restless mobs, death and struggle, and those hypocritical, monster-like top leaders.

Disappointment and disgust appeared on the Primarch's face. He walked through the dog hole tailor-made for him, and painful thoughts could not help but churn in his mind.

The Primarch glanced at the mortal at this moment, and Taylor also looked at the Primarch silently.

The two of them sighed softly almost at the same time.

"Ugh……"

Taylor sighed that the empire was really a mess, and he probably couldn't retire until it was cleaned up.

Guilliman lamented that the Empire was a mess. Could he really change it by himself?

When they finished walking through the long and uncomfortable tunnel, Trajan, the Lord of the Imperial Guards, had been waiting for a long time in the golden palace.

The giant saluted the Primarch and asked him to enter the Emperor's throne room.

"The Emperor has been waiting for you for a long time."

Guilliman replied. "Ten thousand years?"

The Grand Marshal of the Custodes said. "That's about right." Guilliman slowly entered the palace beside the Grand Marshal, leaving Taylor with the other Space Marines or Imperial Guards.

The Ultramarines were fine now, just looking up and down everywhere, but Taylor and the guys under him were different.

Their grubby claws were groping around, and Roland asked, "Boss, is this real gold?"

Taylor knocked on the golden pillar. "It's plated, but the carvings are nice. And this is the Terra Palace. Real gold probably isn't worth this much."

The girl, Lightlin, could no longer control her racial instincts. She wanted to cut off a few pieces of the complex patterns and sell them on the black market.

But just the look those golden giants gave her made her give up the idea.

After a while of exploring the Grand View Garden like Granny Liu, one of the guards couldn't help but speak up. "Mortal, don't move."

"This is something you can never make up for in your lifetime."

"Although I saw your bravery in repelling the demons and saving the Primarch, this does not mean you can defy the Emperor's authority."

Taylor thought about it. "Where's the restaurant? You want us to stop, but you can't leave us with nothing to do while I either starve or eat."

"If I have something to live on, I'll be honest. If I don't, I can't help but want to cut some off the wall and sell it."

"Right?" He looked at the Guards, and the Superman couldn't help but have a headache.

He had to tell the guys where the restaurant was and follow Tyler there, just in case they took the pillars off the palace and stuffed them into one of their weird metal engines and took them away.

While Taylor was complaining about why restaurants were so luxurious, he suddenly wondered what the bathrooms here were like.

However, seeing the impatient look of the imperial guards, he could only eat his food obediently.

The chefs in Terra are quite good. Even though it is a public canteen, they serve the dignitaries here, and the prices are very attractive.

After convincing the Imperial Guards to treat them to a meal, Taylor devoured the haute cuisine.

Although it is a bit wasteful for vulgar people to eat those things, it is not a waste if they eat all of them.

The imperial guards looked at those ridiculous mortals and couldn't help showing an expression of headache and helplessness.

Of course, no one could tell what he looked like under the golden armor.

But when he heard the Leitling man ask.

"Boss, what do you think the Primarch and the God-Emperor will talk about?"

Taylor thought about it. "I don't know, and it doesn't matter. I don't want to know how they, father and son, will reminisce after ten thousand years."

The Custodian replied. "I imagine the Emperor is giving the Primarch more responsibility, hoping to guide him to fight for the Imperium."

"Because to him, those descendants, including me and my brothers, are just tools."

At this moment, the whole restaurant fell silent. The kids who were eating voraciously couldn't help but stop. They felt uncomfortable with the answer.

Because in Imperial teachings, the Emperor is gentle and kind.

But now, those closest to Him say this...

The girl couldn't help but say, "I have no appetite." She pushed the food away.

The same goes for everyone else.

But Taylor insisted. "The Emperor doesn't love any individual. He loves the human race. Even if it's just a tool, we have to acknowledge it."

"It's no shame to be his tool."

The guard looked at the mortal. "You could try being an archbishop. I think you have great potential."

Taylor joked. "Don't flatter me!"

"Come on, have some wine, take off your golden corn head and have a couple of sips!"

The Imperial Guard replied solemnly, "Not in this lifetime. This armor is our punishment for not protecting the Emperor and Empress..."

"We are indebted to the Lord of mankind."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and saw bright red meteorites falling outside the golden window.

At the same time, on the streets of Terra, countless demons began to twist and struggle to crawl out of the warp, and the light of the Astronomican that had been flickering before had now completely dimmed!

The sudden change made Terra, who was already in a bad enough state, even crazier.

Now, the 88 Legions of Khorne have arrived, emerging from the Warp, crawling from the flesh of mortal cultists or thugs...

The imperial guards immediately stood up and asked.

"Can a mortal still fight?"

Taylor said worriedly. "Isn't this digestion exercise a bit too intense?!"

(End of this chapter)