Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 253 The Dark Side of the Empire
Ryan laughed for a long time.

"Haha, Mudmanus...ha."

He never thought that one day he would be amused by such a joke.

He really missed his brother too much.

Even if it's Ruth...

He laughed, then suddenly stopped and asked, "How long will it take for those dump trucks to grow to sufficient size?"

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed from an old man into a god of war who had conquered countless lands for the empire, even though his army was now a pile of iron sheets and scraps.

Taylor has now become a super low-profile version of Kaul, but he probably still can't do anything epoch-making.

But he was quite good at dealing with iron sheets and gunpowder.

After all, this is his livelihood, and the Imperial Infantry Manual also records everything about those explosives and engines in great detail.

Except for the large amount of content about rituals and worship.

Like having to salute vehicles, or using a brief simplified Mechanicus salute on guns, stupid stuff like that.

Overall, the pros outweigh the cons, which is why Taylor never speaks ill of the Imperial Infantry Manual.

He subconsciously wanted to touch the book of battlefield techniques, but remembered that it had been forgotten on Macragge.

Taylor said unsurely. "I still have some things to work on, sir. If all goes well, give me two weeks and I can assemble a proper siege force."

Ryan lowered his huge body and said, "Don't be nervous, kid, I might have said that a little too hard."

"This empire cannot be changed overnight. We must proceed step by step."

The Lion King has changed a lot. He has learned to understand and let go, and realized his mistakes.

This was absolutely terrible news for Chaos, for the old lion had not grown weaker with age, but had become wiser with experience.

Taylor replied. "Well, I'll be honest. I'm not good at this, but no one on the planet is good at this."

"We don't have time. I'll do my best to make it right."

But the Lion King said, "No, this is my problem."

"Just leave it at that for now, don't worry, just get it done for me."

His words were reassuring, and Taylor could only nod.

For the next period of time, he focused his energy on how to restart heavy factories and allocate resources, and the cultists who came to attack them from time to time became the most interesting spice of life.

Those guys whose eyes were blinded by the Chaos Gods knew nothing and only knew how to fire at the indestructible heavy fortress, which made Taylor laugh.

Then he would ask the new recruits to practice shooting at those guys, after all, the ammunition production line would resume work almost immediately.

"Shoot! Shoot! This is the Emperor's gift!" Roland took on the role of a battlefield chaplain, venting the emotions the recruits needed to express.

The Kamaz people, who have been oppressed for a long time, now have a chance to vent. They wear low-quality bulletproof armor and hold rifles that have just come off the assembly line.

Watching those cultists being torn to pieces by bullets.

After dealing with the invasion, Taylor naturally began to show concern for the local residents.

He walked into the fortress, which was once the dormitory of the Blood Angels and now became a home for refugees.

He led his men to distribute canned food and corpse starch to the elderly, weak and sick, while pushing away the children who asked him about the war situation.

He said patiently, "Go away, you little bastards! If you have the guts, just go up and shoot! Don't bother me!"

At the same time, he quickly patrolled to ensure the safety of the place, and only left after making sure that no one needed to be shot by him during this period.

The Lion King Ryan and the fallen angel Zabril are not here now. They are leading large troops to fight outside, just to cleanse the world of the stubborn forces of chaos.

At the same time, Taylor, as a mortal, was placed in this position, almost like a planetary governor. However, as a planetary governor in this place where everything was in ruins, he could not get much benefit from it, but instead had to ensure that others would not starve.

Taylor's biggest dream at the moment is to return to Macragge, preferably to find his family on Skadi and bring them to Macragge.

By then, the money and land that Guilliman rewards him with will be enough for them to live for the rest of their lives.

Secondly, many veteran brothers and iron man friends, as well as that damn narrator, all need a home.

He wanted to build a huge estate on Macragge that would be the envy of the planetary governors, grow some grapes that Guilliman liked, and make some wine that the Lion King liked.

But the obstacle to this dream is the power of chaos...

Who knows, maybe he won't see that day in his lifetime, the day when he can just sit in his position and do nothing, exploiting others.

He sighed and began to plan his next move in the fortress's meeting room.

"First of all, I mean first of all, Miss Lightling, don't go scouting yet. You've already robbed all the cultist camps in the surrounding area. They won't be surprised to see something missing now."

The girl said a little disappointedly. "Yes, Boss, I will go to the kitchen."

Taylor retorted. "Even the kitchen isn't working. I don't want anyone getting extra food unless the farm is clearly self-sufficient."

"Boss... just give me more food, the child is hungry..."

Taylor, covered in goosebumps, pushed her away. "Roland, what's going on at the factory?"

Roland replied. "Boss, the factories left behind by the Red Moon Angels are still usable, but the heavy production lines in other areas are not optimistic."

He scratched his head. "That knowledge is monopolized by the Mechanicum. We can't get it."

Taylor said. "That's all I can do."

"The convoy's transportation is going well and the supplies can arrive," said Ms. Katie.

Taylor retorted. "If I hadn't asked you, you wouldn't have made a mistake. You're not as troublesome as that shorty."

Katie blushed slightly and said, "Well, I want to be praised..."

She hadn't finished speaking, and her voice was too soft for most people to hear clearly. Perhaps it was the hidden shyness in her bones, or her introverted yet reliable personality.

This made this girl always be ignored. Unlike her beautiful Slavic appearance, her heart was extra delicate...

But now her bold confession was interrupted. The Lion King strode over with his angel, and next to him was a much shorter, red-robed mechanical Martian.

Ryan said. "I dug out a Mechanicus priest from underground. He was hiding under the fortress. He's a hero!" he said mockingly.

"But he's been in charge of many routes, so I can save him from being a coward."

Taylor said. "Okay, talent deserves a break, then?"

He asked, looking at the somewhat timid and confused member of the Mechanicus.

"Gear boy, can you think?"

"I'm going to teach you a lot about creativity, but be prepared..."

The gear boy asked timidly. "Sir...what are you talking about?"

"Thinking?"

Taylor took out a makeshift weapon made of iron and a firing mechanism and placed it on the table.

"That's what thinking is."

The few remaining pieces of flesh on the mechanical priest's cheeks were trembling, and he sighed.

"My Om Messiah!"

(End of this chapter)