Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 276 History is a Whirlpool

The meeting with the Warmaster seemed hasty, but it went smoothly. When the Son of Perfection and Taylor set out to travel into the warp again, things were mostly successful.

The long Nak'mond Corridor is now filled with Chaos Watchtowers and various strange dark creations. Here, close to the essence of Chaos, warp travel seems to have become redundant.

Taylor soon couldn't tell the difference between yesterday and today. Time was almost completely out of order. All the instruments that recorded it jumped around randomly, and his physical sensations became inaccurate.

This period of time became so fast and long that it was hard to tell the difference, and Taylor's greatest pleasure became watching those artificially perfect sons.

The tall artifacts loved Taylor so much that they would ask him to read books from ancient Terra and then have him interpret them again from his own perspective.

Those guys were like sponges, absorbing a lot of complicated or meaningless knowledge, but their old father Fabius didn't care about it.

In his words, the child will eventually leave him. If the offspring he is proud of is bewitched by a mortal, it only means that he is not a good enough father.

And Taylor can only comment on this.

This old man is indeed a good father.

But just as Fabius worried, the power of Chaos was rampaging inside the ship, especially when traveling in the Nachmond Corridor. Those greedy things were like omnipresent tentacles and the eyes of Chaos Gods.

The boys of the Skadi Group once lived in Blackstone Fortress, and now there are cult ladies who set up barriers for them to prevent them from going crazy.

But here, or to be more precise, even here, surrounded by a large number of untouchables, chaos has begun to invade slightly.

Taylor picked up the flowers and plants transplanted on the ground. The tulip-like plant had already shown the bending characteristics of chaotic creation.

When he left with the book, he saw Fabius waiting for him at the door.

The old man said, "The gods have seen through my plans and calculations."

"I've never regretted joining the forces of Chaos so much. It's like a lingering curse."

"We are almost at the end of the Nachmond Corridor, but this ship has already..."

Fabius choked up. "Or else, take them away. You are a high-ranking official in the Empire. They won't give you any trouble under Guilliman."

Taylor said without hesitation. "Do you think Guilliman will let them go? They have your genes in them, and the genes of his brother, the one he hates the most."

"Fulgrim..."

"If he saw those children, he would liberate them with the Emperor's Sword himself."

"Fabius, you fool, listen to me!"

"They are your children, your descendants. You have the responsibility to take them away!"

At this moment, Taylor took off the necklace on his chest, which was a gift given to him by the living saint, and then said.

"This is the power of the Emperor. Use it."

"Those guys have human genes. The Emperor will protect them."

"As long as their minds haven't fallen into chaos."

"Use your equipment to get the psychic energy out of there. The golden light is enough for us to survive."

Fabius was silent for a moment before answering, "I don't want the Emperor to see them either."

Taylor replied, "Choose between the Four Chaos Gods and the Lord of Humanity."

"I will not agree to take them if you wish Guilliman to chop off their heads."

Fabius looked at the beautiful necklace hesitantly, then raised his hand to hold the object. A sharp pain spread from the palm of his hand, but he was not afraid or relaxed, and quickly brought the necklace into the room.

With the help of the instruments in the control room, the golden light began to emanate from the room built for the Sons of Perfection.

Fabius looked at the burn marks on his palms, pained. Those burns had penetrated the thick ceramite armor and destroyed his own cells, cells that had been tainted by Chaos for countless years...

He returned the necklace that had lost the Emperor's blessing to Taylor.

He said, "I can't describe how I feel. I should thank you, but you've also pushed my child into an unpredictable future."

Taylor replied. "You showed me those guys, and it added to my confusing story, you..."

He picked up the necklace, looked at it as the saint's light dimmed and faded, and replied. "You owe me too much."

The two of them silently watched the Sons of Perfection downstairs who were analyzing the origins of the golden light. They danced, jumped, and sang with the golden psychic energy.

The power of the Warp quickly receded, and the vegetation became clean and bright, even a little too holy. Fabius said, "If they engage in foolish acts like prayer and worship in a few days, I won't be able to help but scold them."

"I did not create them to be slaves to the gods."

Taylor said. "The Emperor believes in the Imperial Truth. He is not a god."

"He also doesn't want anyone to make him a god."

"It's ironic. You've been avoiding him for ten thousand years, but now you have to embrace his light."

Fabius replied. "I do feel it." He raised his hand, looking at the burn marks on his palm from handling the necklace, and the child bathed in the light.

“History is a damned cycle.”

“But it will slowly move upwards.”

"Who knows."

"That's your catchphrase, and it really works."

"Almost done. The ship has left the Nachmond Corridor area. I will send you to a nearby world that was just reclaimed by the Empire."

"I wish you the best of luck in your journey back to Macragge."

"But, let me tell you."

"You could have come with us to Eden and lived with the perfect sons. Your life is short, and it will serve as a perfect textbook for them."

Taylor curled his lips. "Why doesn't that sound nice?"

Fabius replied. "Just telling the truth."

Taylor sighed and said, "Get me some transport. I'm leaving."

"It's not that I don't like those children, but I am still human, and I serve the Emperor."

"My path lies among the stars, amidst rotten empires."

"I also promised Guilliman and Lion that I would help as much as I could."

"I'm so insignificant, I don't know what I can do to change anything..."

Fabius replied. "You've changed so many things."

"Finally, I would like to thank you on behalf of my descendants."

"Goodbye."

Taylor waved. "Goodbye, old friend."

He never thought that one day he would say this to Fabius, but.

Chaos followers are not without humanity.

Finally, he said goodbye to Fabius and boarded a makeshift transport plane. Their destination was an Imperial world that had just been captured by Space Marines.

This place is called Alphasen, a technological world with rich resources. Although the surface has been almost destroyed by war, the large amount of minerals inside still makes it of good value.

He said with a cough as Taylor brought the boys and the sticky cult girl out of the transport warehouse.

"No, that old bastard Fabius tricked me! This transport pod is a shoddy product! It's scorching hot when it goes through the atmosphere!"

He cursed and crawled out, ready to breathe some fresh air.

Then, a tattered rifle with an eight-pointed chaos star on it was put against his head.

He looked up and saw the robed cultist in front of him looking at him warily.

"Who are you? Which destructive power do you serve?"

There were still dozens of such people here, obviously the remnants of Chaos, covered in dust and looking in a miserable state.

Taylor sighed, pulled out a piece of black brown paper from his backpack, and read.

"I am the Black Legion..."

(End of this chapter)