Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 233 It Won’t Rain on Mars
On the civilian ship to Mars, Taylor drank high-end mixed fruit drinks while making the soft seats and private rooms comfortable enough.

After all, everything now was caused by that guy Guilliman, and he just prevented Taylor from continuing to dream about rest.

This is what Guilliman's wallet deserves!

Although he also knew that he had nowhere to go now that the Great Rift had opened.

Taylor also knew that once the situation in the Empire stabilized, Guilliman could arrange a proper retirement job for him.

Secondly, he is also one of the guardians of Macragge, and when the Primarch no longer needs him as a mortal, he will also find peace.

But Taylor didn't understand why an ordinary person like him could follow the great Primarch and let him regard him as a confidant...

At this moment, he looked at the brothers sitting opposite him. Although they did not reimburse their transportation, food and lodging, Taylor was still willing to pay for them to see the world.

And all the food they ate was bought by Taylor, and the cost was also put on the Primarch's head, but such revenge was far from enough to offset his resentment towards Guilliman.

When the girl handed him the sandwich, Taylor shook his head. "No, I want to see the scenery in the void."

He smiled, but also realized that he had nowhere else to go except the army.

Skadi, his home planet is currently in a state of panic, and the empire is also deeply mired in war.

He really shouldn't have retired from the army, and he didn't know where he could go after retiring.

The current Milky Way is no longer the era where you can survive as long as you have the ability.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously tightened his grip on his pistol. Although it was a civil aviation weapon, according to imperial law, the weapons of imperial officers were the rights given to them by the emperor.

Even the Ministry of Military Affairs is not qualified to reclaim it, especially someone as meritorious as Taylor.

Out of trust in the officers and Taylor's removal of the blades and bullets, the captain of the spaceship was quite tolerant in allowing them to carry weapons and equipment.

For Taylor, the gun is his best reassurance.

He looked at the endless void, wondering if he would be unlucky enough to encounter pirates or be attacked by aliens before the ship reached Mars.

He was thinking about a few orcs rushing in with a roar, and then he hurriedly cursed his bad luck, loaded his weapons, and quickly got rid of the aliens.

But this situation did not occur until the end of the voyage, when he put on a thick brown chemical protective suit and walked into the scorched atmosphere and toxic brown dust surface of Mars.

He felt a little lonely. Maybe this was how his life would be like after retiring from the army?

What he had been looking forward to?

Who knows.

Taylor looked at the Martian landscape and smiled.

"Except for those towering giant smelting plants and the huge black forges, this place is pretty much what I imagined."

He walked into the starport wearing heavy clothes like a real astronaut, and the cyborgs and servitors from the Mechanicus were already waiting there.

He didn't know what Guilliman and Cawl were up to, nor did he know what the point of an ordinary mortal like him coming here was.

The extraordinary Primaris Space Marine's relationship with him is as different as that between a lion and a hamster.

As giants forged from new technology walked the earth, Taylor couldn't imagine what use Guilliman had for a piece of trash like him.

After the hovercar stopped, Taylor's boys were asked to park outside the factory, and Taylor was taken into a place made of metal and steel.

The skull symbol of the Mechanicus, still smiling, was slowly split in two by the metal gate.

Next, countless heavy binary chants continued to fill the air.

At the same time, Taylor saw Kaul working in front of the smelter. The metal giant had changed its body at this moment. The huge body changed from a snake to a spider. Its hooked arms kept hitting the buttons on the Thinker, making an unpleasant sound.

As Taylor approached, the Lord of Forge slowly separated one of his heads. He had at least three, two looking at the screen and one for conversation.

Taylor said uncertainly. "I don't know why I'm here."

Call replied. "For the same reason as we've met several times, Taylor, you've always been a good body."

"Su body" is a technical term, meaning an unmodified material that can be treated as a rough diamond, but Taylor still doesn't understand the specific meaning of this sentence.

He had little interest in becoming half-human and joining the Crusader Corps. After all, nothing was better than a real heart and arm.

He could accept the reconstruction of limbs after amputation and the installation of assistive devices after heart disease, but he could not understand the style of the Mechanicus.

Seeing Taylor's worried look, Kaul decided not to play dumb and said, "I've studied titanium materials."

"Thanks to you, I got my hands on an interesting synthetic material. I used it as a model to create a new type of synthetic ceramic steel, which is more moldable and lightweight."

"Its defense isn't much stronger. For Space Marines, the power pack renders that alien technology worthless."

"Most technosages aren't very interested in this, but I wondered if mortals could use this technology."

"Power backpacks have always been a pain point for Sister Armor. Using this technology, we can maintain endurance while reducing battery capacity."

"So I requested two Primaris from Lord Guilliman, one to become a Primaris Space Marine, and one to help me forge new Carapace technology."

Call said it without emotion, but Taylor's face became even more distorted. "I came here because I heard there was a free vacation, and the result? I'm the guinea pig?"

Cawl replied. "You can become the first owner of the new armor, or you can attach those weapons to your own legion."

"If my prediction is correct, equipment made of titanium alloy materials can support bursts of light explosive rounds."

Taylor's expression changed immediately. "Oh, my great Lord Kaul, when will the test begin?"

Caul's monitor flickered. "Don't you need to eat? Stuff food into your inefficient digestive system."

"What are they called? Stomachs?"

Taylor said, "You can call it whatever you want, my lord."

Kaul's eye monitor flickered noticeably. "Well, I underestimated the fickleness of mortals."

"Wait for me in the room and bring your soldiers."

"The more test subjects, the better."

Taylor asked at this moment. "By the way, two bodies? Then, who is that Space Marine?"

Cawl thought for a moment. "You know him, and he..." Before he could finish, a Space Marine in a red helmet approached.

He patted Taylor on the shoulder and said, "I know you're not going to quit the army."

Taylor looked at the Ultramarines. "Master Chief… so, you will become the first Primaris?"

The soldier took off his helmet at this moment, and his angular and muscular appearance looked similar to Stallone.

He smiled. "Really? First place, how special."

"But you are also the first warrior to use composite carapace armor, aren't you?"

Taylor sighed. "I'd rather be somewhere nicer, with a wife and kids, but right now, I have to figure out how to help myself and the others get through this long night."

(End of this chapter)