Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 235: The Unyielding Expedition Begins

Taylor never thought about the impact his actions would have on a deep and vast universe, a butterfly effect? Or something else?

He didn't care about it at all. Firstly, he thought the world was bad enough, and secondly, he was insignificant, so there was no need to worry.

But now he has reaped the consequences.

He was wearing the power armor he had built himself, and nervously pulled the visor off his helmet-like hat as the monitor showed a translucent screen with Gothic words.

A giant rushed forward, stabbing and slashing, with a speed that was difficult to resist.

The screen of the visor emitted countless red dots, prompting him what to do, but even though the Thinker had calculated the situation, he was still overwhelmed.

At the same time, Taylor has fought with many Space Marines in his life, strong, weak, elite, and immature, all kinds of them.

Although most of them were stupid and brainless traitors, he could still slightly sense the difference in their power.

Now that he has become a Primaris Space Marine, the Master Chief is already in the upper-middle level of strength. Although he is not as legendary as Calgar and Sicarius, he has no problem serving as the company commander of a team.

His swordsmanship was clever and smart. If Taylor had not fought countless bouts with him, it would have been difficult for him to avoid him as his visor repeatedly gave him red warnings.

Taylor struggled to avoid the attack.

The server began to roar, but that sound did not make Taylor feel more at ease. After all, in order to obtain more information, the inhumane technical sage asked them to use real weapons.

Taylor knew that such a fight could allow tens of thousands of people to survive, and these were tens of thousands of Imperial soldiers wearing new carapace armor or tens of thousands of Primaris warriors who had just completed surgery.

But even so, he could not bear the discomfort when the blade brushed against his visor, nor could he ignore the true meaning of the phrase "swords have no eyes."

With his adrenaline pumping and the more powerful explosive bombs in his hands, Taylor began to maneuver, his tactics dovetailing perfectly with the lightweight carapace craftsmanship.

With the assistance of the server and the natural lightness of titanium alloy, he was able to show the lightness of the Eldar in a short time.

But the Primaris Space Marines are not vegetarians. What grows bigger is not only their bodies, but also their actual arm span.

This is why people always think that tall means powerful.

Weight, speed, destructive power.

And the attack range.

Some people would think that hugeness is the opposite of agility, but in fact it is just the opposite. The Space Marine's speed can not only keep up with Taylor, but even surpass him.

The only secret for a mortal like Taylor to persist until now is experience and the swordsmanship forged through repeated battles or training with the warrior in front of him.

Chainswords ripped against each other, bodies flew up and down, it was hard to say it was a fight between mortals and Space Marines, after all, in most cases it was one-sided.

But for Kaul, all this was reasonable and within his calculations. He watched what happened and developed an indescribable feeling for his two products.

Proud? Joyful? Kaul didn't know. He had long since discarded those things, devoting himself entirely to his research and his empire.

But now, Kohl's calculator was flashing, as if he was enjoying the fight.

When the Master Chief knocked the exhausted Taylor's chainsword out of his hand, the crisp sound of the blade falling to the ground marked the end of the match.

But this time there were no spectators, no cheers, only the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the ticking sound of the gun.

They did a good job, Kaul wanted to say, but he couldn't praise any of them because they were all using their own techniques.

That's right.

On the field, Taylor wearily took the Master Chief's sparkling water and complained.

"You are too cruel."

The Master Chief said, "If I don't, I can't touch you."

Taylor curled his lips. "Nonsense! You are a Primaris Space Marine, a new force, the hope of the Imperium."

"You can't be untouchable. On the contrary, you must destroy me with overwhelming force. Don't show mercy."

"Your tolerance makes me exhausted, and I won't feel honored or happy at the same time. It's better to do this from the beginning."

The Master Chief replied. "You think I'm not using my full strength?"

"How come you..." Before he could finish, Call came over and announced.

"Very good, even better than expected. You have made great contributions to the empire." Taylor asked hurriedly when he heard the word "merit." "Then do I get a bonus or compensation?"

Call replied. "Yes."

Taylor was overjoyed.

But he said, "Yes, but if you leave those funds to me, the Empire will get new weapons and equipment faster, and will be able to advance further on the battlefield. Speed is of the essence in war, and you certainly understand this, Taylor."

"Right?"

He opened his mouth and gave Taylor a big hat, asking her to answer immediately.

"It would be a loss to the empire if you didn't become a bureaucrat."

Cawl replied, "If I were to do that, it would be a loss to the Empire."

I don't know where this metal head learned this trick. Taylor reluctantly gave up criticizing this guy and just asked for the new carapace to arrive as soon as possible.

Kohl agreed without hesitation, but he knew that if he didn't get it done in the next few days, he would never have the chance to get it done in the future.

Soon, Taylor saw that a large amount of resources began to be transported into Mars by countless ships, and every military factory was producing at all times.

Although it was like this before, the scale is now very different from before.

As Guilliman's idea of a crusade became clearer within the Imperium, the Black Legion began to move closer to the inner solar system.

The most dangerous moment for human civilization is probably now, Taylor thought, and wiped the power armor Cawl gave him.

He returned to Terra the following day, ready to be deployed and serve for the next few days, but Guilliman requested that he visit the palace halls.

Taylor walked in with some confusion, and he walked into the tall metal tower.

Today, the huge Primarch stood there, and outside the huge translucent windows were tens of thousands of Space Marines and a huge star fleet.

Taylor had never seen a battle group of this size, and he became increasingly curious as to why Guilliman had called him at such a time.

The giant was now looking sideways at him, and to Guilliman's right was a beautiful female noble.

She was wearing a dark Gothic dress, looked elegant, had blonde hair and blue eyes, but had a terrifying aura.

She looked familiar to Taylor, and his mind kept searching back, but he couldn't find any information about the mature and beautiful woman.

At this point Guilliman spoke. "Tyler, you and your forces have always been a great help to me, and the first problem facing the Indomitable Crusade now requires you and your brothers."

Taylor immediately saluted, and then Guilliman spoke.

"Next, you will assist this lady."

"her name is……"

At this moment the mortal actually interrupted the Primarch.

"No, Lord Guilliman, we have known each other for a long time, since I was still acting for my merchant dynasty."

Taylor said, as if he had seen a ghost. "Are you the wandering merchant?!"

And she replied. "I am no one now, just someone who wants revenge on Abaddon."

"You can call me anything you want, but you have to remember it."

"The First Redemption Legion of Cadia will serve in a brand new department. You will be the guarantee of strength on the Empire's routes. You will become members of the [Logistics Department], and you will be officers of the Armed Forces Department."

She had matured a lot, and God knew what she had been through, but Taylor could feel that the passion and madness in her bones had not diminished at all.

Having a guy like this as your superior may not be a bad thing, at least not in this turbulent era.

At the same time, Guilliman said, "Tyler, this mission is difficult. You will be responsible for the opening and closing of tens of billions of mouths in the Indomitable Crusade. Every round fired, every bite of food, is a problem that the Imperium currently faces."

Taylor sighed and replied, "Well, just don't let me attack the enemy's main force..."

He felt a little helpless, but then he thought, isn't he just a quartermaster?

Maybe?

This is supposed to be a lucrative job?
(End of this chapter)