Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 247 My Great Adventure with Ryan, Part 1
"A typical Astarte Monastery architectural style, practical and defensive. It must be said that the architect has a certain preference for violent aesthetics."

"I think he was about 64, a reserved man with a certain degree of cultish devotion to his work, as dedicated as a pilgrim."

"Every weld here is as meticulous as the work of Martians, which is unsettling."

Taylor was now holding a telescope, hiding in the bushes and commenting on things in the distance.

Zabril said uncertainly. "Are you here to look at the building, or to tell fortunes across the street?"

"Why can't I see it? It's just a red, Chaos-tainted fortress."

Taylor said mysteriously, "A Space Marine like you, living in a wonder like this every day, naturally doesn't appreciate the ingenuity and compactness of the architecture. You only take its solidity for granted."

These words left Zabril speechless, as did Ryan, who was listening nearby.

"I heard from my brother Rogal Dorn that a siege is a psychological battle. It's not just a stacking of morale and resources, but also a psychological battle on the defensive side."

"Just a day's difference could make a huge difference in the outcome of a battle."

"Perhaps, the psychology he was talking about also includes this scene. Otherwise, I really can't explain why he can talk to the wall."

Ryan listened to Taylor's weird fortune-telling and pushed his brother out to smooth things over.

Taylor added, "That's right, according to my calculations, there should be a drainage hole here. We can definitely go in through there."

Zabril asked. "No, you were talking so much I thought you had some special skills, but it turns out you were just digging a hole in the ground?"

Taylor said. "Otherwise, the Primarch is four meters tall, so he can't squeeze through an ordinary hole. According to my calculations, the architectural style here is relatively conservative, and they definitely won't reduce the size of the important drainage outlet."

"The Primarch just bent over and went in!"

Zabril could only reluctantly agree that his lovely, wise and brave old father could crawl through the dog hole.

In fact, Taylor had no idea who the designer of the other party was. He said that just to make others think that he was not fooling people.

After all, he was just a layman who had only studied with the Imperial Fist for a few days. Who knew if his guess was correct?

As for the drain?
He secretly asked Miss Lightlin to go and see it.

At this moment he said immediately, "Okay, it's safe, it's safe."

Then he prepared to leave and find a place to bully the cultists there to relieve his boredom.

Zabril said, "That won't work. We don't know the inside story. We need an expert."

Taylor tried to protest, but Ryan said.

"No, Zabril, he's only a mortal. We don't need to risk him."

"But I still want to ask you to go with us, and I, Llane El'Jonson, am willing to swear in the name of the Lord of the First Legion to protect you until you leave safely."

Taylor choked up. He usually didn't care much about face, but this was the Primarch.

His words are definitely not groundless. Secondly, a Space Marine fortress...

To be honest, he has nothing in his hands now. After all, no one would bring throne coins to war, and it is obviously impossible to withdraw money from the bank in Terra.

It would be better to save some hard currency so that we can have it in the future.

Taylor was not an ambitious man, but he also understood that without money and skills, he could not go anywhere.

These days are full of war and chaos, and getting some of the weapons and equipment used by the Space Marines would be enough for food and drink.

After some thought, Taylor inexplicably gained a bit of courage and nodded. "Then, let's be a hero for once..."

Ryan seemed to see the spirit of the Knight Caliban in this mortal. Although he could never read minds, he could still appreciate how great Taylor's spirit was.

He took the mortal with him, and the three of them quickly walked towards the stinking ditch.

Currently, a large amount of domestic sewage is slowly flowing out and falling into this world's ocean. Most of it is heat dissipation fluid and excrement. After Chaos taints this place, strange pieces of flesh also frequently appear.

But compared to fighting with the Great Demon of Nurgle, Taylor felt that this place was even a little too clean. Coupled with the olfactory isolation of his personal bulletproof armor, this place was actually not that bad.

Stepping through the sticky underground pipes and deep into the long sewage ditch, when Taylor skillfully pried open the sewage outlet at the end with a screwdriver, a large amount of disgusting stuff rolled out from the filter port.

They quickly moved out of the way, and sludge and excrement fell from the pipe, and Zabril cursed.

“What are their managers doing?”

Taylor said, "You've all been away from the battle lines for too long. Those guys are Chaos Forces. They only know how to destroy and kill, or please their gods."

"Think about it, when the Chaos Warmaster captures a place, his first order is to clear the drains?"

Ryan couldn't help but laugh softly at this moment.

He asked as well. "But, someone has to do it."

Taylor said. "The roots of the Warp will help. When a place is contaminated by the Warp, metal will grow tentacles, just like flesh."

"Those things allow the forces of Chaos to completely control metal fortresses and warships. This is also the embodiment of Chaos' corruption."

Having said that, he led the Primarch up the stairs, through the pipes, and in the dim metal corridors, they arrived at the interior of the fortress.

Despite the issue of poor management of Chaos forces, invading a Space Marine fortress is no easy task.

Ryan now had a higher opinion of Taylor, and then the Lion King soon saw a twisted and terrifying thing covered with runes and blasphemous cloth moving forward in the distance.

He instinctively walked over to smash the thing's head, but Taylor stopped him.

"No, my Lord Primarch, that thing is a Warp entity."

"They are almost neutral, but they are still used as warning devices, as long as the ignorant Imperial loyalists attack, they will attract the enemy."

"Don't be scared by its twisted appearance. Let's just walk over there. The armory should be on the right, not too far away."

For the first time, Ryan and Zabril realized how many years had passed since the current war.

At least during the years they had been fighting, they had seen hundreds, if not tens of thousands, of alien species.

But Chaos, such a twisted and terrifying enemy, this was the first time they had seen it.

Horrible, strange, yet incredibly familiar.

Like the shadow of an empire, it has deep roots in the back of this rotten country, surviving on the nourishment of the empire.

Ryan couldn't help but praise at this moment.

"I really did the right thing by bringing you here. Your name is Taylor, right?"

"Thank you for your help, thank you..."

Zabril looked at his father in disbelief.

He is here?

thank?

If he had not already known that the giant was Lion, Primarch of the First Legion, he would have asked in fear who was playing his father!

Taylor just said, "Let's talk at the armory."

He couldn't help but prepare to take some good things away...

(End of this chapter)