Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 251 I, the Green-skinned Technique Master

After a long time, the Lion King finished listening to Taylor's story. He was silent for a while, then said.

"There are so many interesting things about this era, as if everything has come together at the end of this millennium."

"You are a soul from ancient times, but you do have a complete memory. Does this make you feel lost?"

He asked like a gentle old man who was worried about his child's physical and mental health.

If the Dark Angels of ten thousand years ago had seen the Primarch in this state, they would have been unable to understand and would have gouged out their eyes in confusion.

Taylor also responded. "Confused? What's there to be confused about? What I see is what I get. What I see is what I am."

"What to eat for dinner and what to eat tomorrow, confined to that small piece of land, this is my life."

"My life is not great, and my death is meaningless, so why shouldn't I enjoy the present?"

The Lion King laughed heartily. "It seems you possess the most precious legacy of the ancients."

"The irony is that if more people understood the obvious, the empire might not have become like this."

Taylor said, "The Empire has many intelligent people, but it's just too vast. Being caught in such a vortex will turn even the smartest into stupidity and corruption."

The Lion King sighed. "What my brothers and I once chased has become a massive tombstone among the stars."

"But you taught me a lot."

"And I haven't thought about what I might learn from mortals one day."

Taylor said. "I'm not that great. I just want to get some sleep."

He lay on the hard roof, spread out his sleeping bag, leaned against the Gothic dark ceramic steel, and watched the stars struggling in the cracks.

The Lion King quietly left the rooftop and cleared away the empty bottles...

The next day, Taylor woke up at the urging of the Lightling girl.

First, he wondered why this guy could find him, and secondly, he wondered what the Lion King might have revealed.

That old Deng!

Taylor complained, then simply washed up and started looking at the strategic map.

First of all, the troops they have now are undoubtedly a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp. Most of them have not received training and are refugees.

There were also many old, weak, sick and disabled people. It could be said that the previous camp was completely maintained by the fighting power of the fallen angel Zabril.

Although there are many skilled workers or civilians serving the Knights' families in the area, and they have a certain degree of productivity and technological knowledge, they are still far behind the real Mechanicus.

This is no longer a level that can be described as a lot of work to be done. Even if they take over the fortress of the Imperial Space Marines, the weapons, equipment and vehicles they can use are still not enough.

Taylor had to immerse himself in logistical issues again. After much thought, he felt that the biggest problem in the world right now was actually transportation capacity.

Although the cultists are no match for Ryan, they cannot withstand the current decline of the Empire's power in this world.

They need heavy vehicles to maintain contact and transportation, and to ensure communication and trade with other survivors.

He thought about it and asked an officer next to him.

"Brother, do we still have trucks or something more reliable?"

The officer said, "We can't operate Space Marine vehicles, but mortal vehicles..."

"There might be an abandoned car park nearby, but it's already Chaos Traitor territory. There should be quite a few parts."

Taylor said. "Isn't that simple? I'll go talk to Ryan."

The officer said. "The Primarch? Isn't that a bit too much reliance on His Excellency?"

Taylor answered without hesitation. "Who cares? As long as we make it clear to Ryan, the old man will definitely go."

"If the Primarch went, there would be zero mistakes and zero casualties. If you go, you might lose more than half. Although I may have made the situation worse, the Primarch will not fail."

The officer was silent.

Meanwhile, Taylor picked up the radio, and within half an hour, the news of victory spread.

I heard that the Lion King rushed in directly and used his invincibility to beat thousands of cultists by himself until they knelt down and begged for mercy.

No matter how much he emphasizes that he is old, the reality is that he can still deal with Space Marines and mortals easily.

At the same time, according to the battle report, when the Lion King was fighting, thick fog rose in the entire cultist camp, just like the battle on Caliban.

After returning to his home planet, the Lion King was invincible. He could clearly sense the enemy's position, but the enemy knew nothing about him.

Taylor arrived late when the cultist camp was flooded with blood.

He saw that the intact heretic fortress still existed.

The abandoned factory that was transformed into a city wall was stained with red blood, which gave us a rough idea of how the Lion King used his swift and decisive methods to efficiently slaughter his enemies.

He walked in and saw the metal door being slowly pushed open by a four-meter-tall black giant. Ryan said as if it was a matter of course.

"It's done, but I don't understand what you want with all this junk."

Taylor simply walked in and looked at the abandoned civilian pickup trucks and vehicle wreckage as if they had found a treasure.

At this moment, he really looked like a green-skinned creature, and even the Lion King couldn't help but feel as if he was working with an alien.

Taylor was just checking whether the spark plug could be used and whether the bearing could still be used. After some observation, he said with certainty.

"Give me a few days, and I'll give you a fleet."

Taylor said, "I've already found a few settlements. As the Primarch, you must show up and welcome those poor people persecuted by Chaos, right?"

Ryan said with a smile. "You are such a fox, but I will do it."

Taylor replied. "It's alright. I know you have your own standards and attitudes, and I don't think I can boss a Primarch around."

"I'm just using my own method to get out of this darkness, using the methods of a mortal."

The Lion King said, "I look forward to your solution and hope for your success. I will also fulfill my promise and allow you to hide behind the Primarch with tolerance."

Taylor looked at the huge body and inexplicably felt a sense of security.

But now, this is not what is worrying him.

He looked at the abandoned vehicles that piled up like a mountain of garbage and picked up a wrench.

He shouted, "Roland, your skills haven't gotten rusty yet, have they?!"

Roland had already prepared the hydraulic press and cutting machine and answered calmly, "Boss, even if it happens, there are so many materials here, we can do whatever we want."

"I've already found a blacksmith. Some of the unusable items can be melted down and remade. They're all good workers."

“Don’t worry about breaking it!”

Taylor nodded and asked the girl Leitlin.

"Are you ready to get into tight spots and hook us the parts?"

"I can tolerate vegetable oil, but I don't like motor oil and rust," said the Lightling girl. "I'll have to be rewarded when this is over."

She looked at Taylor suggestively… As for what the reward would be, she hadn't said anything specific yet.

Taylor frowned, and decided to find a way to get away with it, so he nodded.

Ms. Katie said without hesitation, "I can drive and organize the staff. I'll take care of the logistics and transportation."

Taylor actually never thought that the seemingly quiet girl would become a drag racing leader. Given that her abilities were indeed good, Taylor couldn't say anything.

After making the rough arrangements, he stretched and looked at the pile of garbage. No...

Babies~
He gave a green-skinned smile.

(End of this chapter)