Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 252 "Mud" Manus Armored Vehicle

Sometimes, Taylor pushes himself too hard creatively, perhaps because he's usually destroying something.

Whether it's the roar of heavy artillery or the repeated issuance of orders, the essence is to shoot and then blow something up.

This is indeed interesting and stress-relieving, but it cannot withstand the intense oppression and disgust caused by the war that never stops day and night, and the hatred that is fired at you by the other side.

Taylor prefers casting and splicing iron sheets. When one movable object after another emerges from the ground, the feeling is irreplaceable.

He wiped the sweat off his face and looked at the brand new machines coming out of the oven.

Those imperial vehicles with green skin style and various shapes always make people feel that they may fall apart at any time.

The tire seemed to be glued on, and the screws were not bitten into it. Many of the nuts were missing, but Taylor never thought of repairing it, so he just welded the screws on.

Those iron sheets are either welded and reinforced or in a wasteland style.

Frenstein, who had always been criticized by many loyalists of the Empire, was now considered as beautiful as a flower here.

When the Primarch came back here to check the situation.

As the Lion King who has high standards for weapons and equipment, Ryan El'Jonson now deeply realized what a mistake he had made.

He should have realized that something was wrong when he saw Taylor's expression when he saw the junk.

He felt his throat dry and asked, "What are those?"

"Vehicles, my lord, are fine vehicles," Taylor said.

Zabril asked uncertainly. "Vehicle? I think it's just an engine and junk."

"No, that engine is also a piece of crap."

Taylor said. "But that's what a car is. Engine and tires, add a shell, pour promethium in it, and then it hums."

Roland took off his welding mask and added.

"My boss's words are true. A car is just a car. Those made by the Imperial Seiko factory aren't necessarily that good."

"In this situation, anything that doesn't allow me to use my legs to walk is a good thing!"

He was right. This was not a hive city filled with technological factories or a large number of vehicles, but an Imperial Knight world with almost a technological monopoly.

They were able to restore the transportation and combat capabilities here in just a few days, which was a blessing from the Emperor.

But Zabril still didn't understand. "Then can you tell me why there is a storm bolter on the hood of the car?"

Taylor said matter-of-factly. "Arm yourselves, what are you talking about? If a transport or convoy is attacked, you won't survive without good guns."

Zabril said angrily. "No, I should have let them rot in the Blood Angels' fortress. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so defiled..."

Lion King Ryan, however, took it easy and laughed. "Hahaha, what an interesting approach."

"Zabrill, my son, go find some men to try to drive them. Whatever they may be, we must use them."

"The words are rough, but the truth is there... This sentence is interesting, direct, and yet also very appropriate."

"Let's try it out before we make a conclusion. I believe in Taylor."

Zabril said. "Father, do not learn their damned, scoundrel-like mannerisms. You are a noble knight of Caliban and Lord of the First Legion."

The Lion King replied. "So what? Caliban has vanished, and hubris has destroyed the Dark Angel."

"Though I think it was Guilliman who destroyed the Dark Angel..."

"But I also have responsibilities."

He smiled frankly, then promptly stepped onto a larger truck, patted the side of the truck, and said, "Zabrill, my boy, want to drive for a while?"

The Space Marine, who looked to be in his seventies or eighties, sighed. "I must have lost my mind." He walked up to the battered pickup truck where the Primarch stood, looking like an adult sitting on a child's toy.

But for mortals, this is undoubtedly a heavy-duty pickup truck. Even the cab is tailor-made for Zabril, so Space Marines can sit in it without feeling crowded!
But when the Space Marine looked at the brakes made of scrap metal tied up with tape at his feet, he couldn't help but ask.

"Father, are you feeling well? If there is even a slight dent or loosening in this place, I will be unable to fulfill the Emperor's expectations of me."

He was filled with worry and anxiety, but the Lion King said soothingly, "Start it up! Let me feel Kamaz, the wind of this world."

Taylor added fuel to the fire. "If you were half as tolerant as your father, you wouldn't still be a fallen angel."

Zabril retorted. "Don't spread rumors, mortal. I was forced by circumstances."

He was not fooled by this provocation and stepped on the accelerator quickly. As the car body quickly left the metal gate, the whole engine made an abnormal clicking noise.

Zabril was a little scared and was about to slow down, but Ryan said, "Speed up."

The Fallen Angel asked. "Father?"

The Lion King replied, "I trust him, just as I trust you. If this car can carry us, it can carry any people and goods in the world."

"Let it gallop," its machine spirit said.

"It's been in that garbage heap for too long!"

"Those sounds are just its roars of joy!"

As the world's number one Primarch, the fallen angel Zabril is naturally willing to believe his father.

He took a long breath and stepped on the accelerator, and the seemingly shabby truck now really sped away.

It knocked through many complex bushes, similar to a slightly multi-structured vehicle that successfully stepped through the complex Kamaz forest.

In its undying rage, it crashes into a Chaos-tainted beast in its hunt for food!

Zabril subconsciously tried to slow down, but Ryan said, "Forward!"

At this moment, the Lion King raised his blade, and the blade of loyalty passed through the air. At the critical moment, the beast was cut in half, and blood spilled on the heavy chariot.

Even though it looks like a ridiculous green vehicle and its construction is far from perfect, it does look pretty good today.

As Zabril marveled at the beautiful turn he made back to the abandoned vehicle yard, he walked out as if he owed Taylor something.

He said. "I'm sorry I questioned you."

Taylor replied. "I'm not sure, actually. There are still many questions."

Lion King said with a smile as he jumped out of the truck.

"No, you're doing well. Very well."

"Now I kind of understand my brother Khan why he likes racing so much." He was quite fond of this pickup truck at the moment.

"Oh, right, this awesome Imperial Engine always has a name, like the Indomitable Ideal or the Invincible Truth..."

Taylor replied at this moment. "My Lord, it already has its own name, a simple and reliable name."

The Lion King said, "Then I'd like to hear the name of this unique object."

Taylor said with a smile. "As the saying goes, a humble name is easy to raise, so I named it..."

"Dump truck!"

"Or, Mudmanus!"

(End of this chapter)