Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 277 Captain, why did you betray me?
Inside the pipes of the lower level of the hive, in the intricate network of pipes, a large number of abandoned or still-in-use Imperial equipment have become the nests of the cultists.

Mutants or psykers, evil people who believe in Chaos, bandits or criminals, and even nobles who are about to be liquidated by the Inquisition all hide here.

Now Taylor is regarded as Abaddon's subordinate and is treated as a VIP in this warm family.

But let’s not talk about those vicious people like hyenas. Just the conflicts between the cultists who brought him here and the indigenous people here are impossible to heal.

Some people obey Abaddon's orders, some harbor ulterior motives, and some completely disbelieve in the so-called dark side of the empire.

Of course, they also had something in common, which was that they were all in a panic, fearing that Guilliman's army would sweep over here.

Taylor became their life-saving straw, and it could even be said that Taylor was the best commander they thought of in the short term.

The news of Abaddon's emissary's arrival spread throughout the entire Lower Nest, causing many demons and monsters that usually dared not see humans to crawl out.

Mutants and cultists are just a small matter. There are even rat-like guys leading chaos eggs or complete gene stealers here shouting about the Four-Armed Emperor.

It looks like a picture of Xiachao with hundreds of scenes full of vitality and all things moving forward.

From the highly modified Black Mechanicus sage to the most insignificant hive dweller, from the most famous bounty hunter to the most evil servant of the gods.

Taylor simply asked calmly, "Well, the communicator is over there. It can use an electric signal."

"By the way, give me another map of this place. The more detailed the better."

The cultist who had been following Taylor asked cautiously, "Sir, are you going to notify the other Black Legion soldiers?!"

Taylor said. "Not from the Black Legion, but I think it's an angel."

The cultist said excitedly, "Well, damn Robouti Guilliman and his descendants, now is the day for our revenge."

"I want the people he protects to become wailing souls in hell. I want him to live his life like a dog."

"I want those Primaris bastards who attacked us chopped into human pigs and hung above my bed."

Taylor interrupted. "You want that thing hanging there?"

The cultist now replied, "Oh, my Lord, that's my little quirk."

Taylor drove him away with a bit of disgust, then started dialing a telegram. He remembered the Imperial Guard's general radio, which was used by officers. The number was...

He dialed the numbers on the old telegraph machine, and after he finished entering, a clear voice came from the other end.

"This is the 15th Cadia Infantry Regiment. I'm Major Anderson, the regimental commander. What can I do for you?"

"What's your code?"

Taylor answered according to Imperial standards. "36562, Skadi First Redemption Regiment."

After a brief pause, Taylor heard the sound of turning pages and the unique friction sound of sliding data tablets.

After about two minutes, the officer replied, "Sir, we don't tolerate joking here."

Taylor replied. "No, I'm not kidding, that's my number."

The officer hesitated, then replied, "My Emperor!"

"By the throne, my lord, I cannot handle this. I would like you to wait a moment."

Taylor said. "Anything is fine, but don't take too long, and don't do it in the style of the Ministry of War!"

It was an inside joke in the military, about the Empire's utterly exaggerated inefficiency.

The officer replied, "Sir, the Military Affairs Department is a thing of the past. Now the Logistics Department and the Military Affairs Department are working together, and efficiency is paramount."

After that, a rough voice interrupted the conversation.

"This is the Doomhawk Regiment. I'm Captain Kaga. According to your report, you said you were Taylor?"

Taylor replied. "Finally, there comes a day when I can't even prove who I am?"

The Space Marine replied. "No, it's because everyone in the Holy Land knows that a loyal man named Taylor died along with a Chaos Daemon."

"A few months ago, the bells of Terra tolled three times for you, and all of Terra observed a moment of silence."

"The state religion canonized you as a saint..."

Taylor's head was buzzing.

How come he had served for so many years and his rank hadn't advanced much, but now the death ceremony was becoming more and more extravagant?
"Three bells? That's the treatment for a Space Marine Captain!"

He said with a half-annoyed, half-laugh. The Space Marine replied, "So I can't believe a dead man, a heroic spirit, would appear before me."

"But the craziest thing I saw last time was a skull with green glowing eyes, using strange weapons to dismantle a raider tank."

"So I'm willing to believe you."

Taylor muttered. "Then I should thank the Undead. Anyway, those cultists, scum, and lunatics will gather below area D3. I hope you can catch them all in one fell swoop."

The Space Marine asked. "How did you know this?"

Taylor replied. "Because I'm considered the leader now."

The Space Marine asked. "How can I be sure this isn't a trap?"

Tyler said. "Because I'm Tyler, a hero of the Empire."

"Also, I have more important information that needs to be delivered to Guilliman."

The Space Marine's deep throat uttered a questioning murmur. "Primarch?"

"Okay, I'm willing to believe you. What time tomorrow?"

Taylor looked at the cultists' hastily written leaflets. The wild, rough Low Gothic language on them was difficult to recognize, but Taylor was an expert in languages.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon in standard Terran time, half past four in this world."

The Space Marine replied. "We'll see you then."

Taylor hung up the phone and told the cultist to start preparing the ceremony and the stand. At the same time, he asked the witch girl who had been following him to help him answer his questions about them.

Because he doesn't understand chaos.

Taylor himself ate a few pieces of dinner made of unknown meat and then went into the house to sleep. Most people thought he was meditating, and even many psychics wanted to communicate with him and try to learn his skills.

But when those people returned empty-handed, they realized.

It turns out that Abaddon's wizard level is so much higher than theirs? !

When the announcement meeting began the next day, Taylor watched as the complex pipes underground continued to spit out all kinds of monsters.

He stood on a makeshift platform, held up the parchment signed by Abaddon, and shouted while checking his watch.

"Everyone, I have an announcement!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

After saying that, he tore open the brown paper signed by the warmaster. Amid the chaos among the people, the ceiling, or more accurately, the ground, was drilled open by a huge excavator.

A large number of red and white Doomsday Eagle Space Marines and their mortal servants wearing armor quickly descended from the sky using jet packs and gravity parachutes.

The Mechanicus from above provided suppressive fire to the people below, in this vibrant scene.

Taylor was grabbed by his robe by a devoted cultist.

He shouted. "My lord, follow me, I know where you can escape!"

Taylor stood there silently, letting him pull him, until a Space Marine captain came down and cut the guy's neck with a tactical knife.

He still died with his eyes open, but when Taylor thought about how many people he had harmed, he had no regrets. He deserved it.

Then the giant said to Taylor.

"Nice clothes, but looks like a heretic."

Taylor replied. "It's uncomfortable to wear."

"Okay, take me to a safe place first..."

The Space Marine Captain replied, "No, you are going to the Inquisition. I will not grant you freedom unconditionally until they have fully investigated your identity."

Taylor sighed. "Okay."

He touched the rose knot he always carried with him, apparently.

This Space Marine didn't know that in this remote place, he might be higher in rank than the Inquisitor here...

(End of this chapter)