Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 281 The Tree Can Talk
By the Emperor, filth is growing in this land, plague and disease are spreading rapidly.

The sticky swamps, the turbid air, the death and disease that grow among the rotting leaves are evidence of the kiss of a loving father on this world.

Taylor was quite familiar with this. Looking at the corruption and ugliness here, the mud and wet ground, he asked Ferenstein, who had just experienced an emergency landing and had created a hole in the ground, to go into the dense forest without hesitation.

It wasn't a clean place, but Taylor had seen much more disgusting places. Amidst the twisted woods and the smell of corruption flowing with juice, they easily avoided the detection of the corrupt flies in the sky.

However, they have lost contact with the Space Marines because of the strange magnetic storm in this world, probably related to
The soil at every latitude and longitude is related to forests.

This is a giant, man-made vase, standing among the stars.

But now, the minions of Chaos have unsurprisingly covered this area, and wherever the light of the Astronomican shines, there is also the vicious curse.

Now Taylor is inside Ferenstein, looking at the situation outside and saying.

"A bunch of Chaos Demons, flies in the sky."

"The biggest problem is that it stinks in here and there are things out there that want to eat us alive."

"We've been ambushed and are in dire straits, and yet I'm tempted to say..."

"This isn't the worst situation we've encountered."

"At least being harassed by the Daemon Primarch is much better."

Roland rubbed his neck and replied, "Yes, Boss, this situation isn't the worst. We can fight our way all the way to the Imperial Fortress area as usual."

The cultist frowned. "No, the ground here is covered in stinking mud and decay, almost like excrement, and we're supposed to gallop here?"

Taylor emphasized. "No way, I don't want Ferenstein to get dirty with that stuff."

"Let me make this clear first. I don't know how to wash my car, so I hope we can take the cleanest possible road."

"I think this place is good. There are lots of plants and leaves. It won't be too conspicuous if we go to the empire."

The girl from Lightling said in a nonchalant tone, "Isn't there still mud?"

Taylor asked. "Which mud do you think is cleaner?"

“This is related to your next job.”

The girl from Lightling emphasized, "I unconditionally agree with the boss's idea!"

She is quick to adapt to the situation, and she will never be the one who suffers.

Now, after Taylor planned the route, he began to move forward slowly. Ferenstein's car was heavy and sturdy, and it was as easy to drive on flat ground in the rotten leaf forest.

As they passed through the ferns, the path rustled, attracting several Nurglings playing nearby.

Fortunately, Franstein's collision with Waagh's position can always kill those things to prevent them from giving away information.

The journey was safe and sound. It was obvious that Chaos had weak control over the forest area, but the forest in this world was not Catachan, which could deal with the Chaos demon.

But obviously, there is something here that becomes an obstacle to the demons' attacks.

The thought gave Taylor a vague feeling of something, until Ferenstein suddenly stopped.

Taylor asked. "What's going on?" He climbed out of the car and looked ahead vigilantly.

Roland replied, "It's a chevaux de frise."

He was right. There were inconspicuous offensive barricades made of vines and wood in the forest, which were accurately stuck on the few paths that could be used to move forward.

If a tank drove over, its tracks would probably be entangled by the vines, and the wood would cause it to lose kinetic energy, causing the vehicle to stall.

Obviously, such things would not grow in the forest, and Taylor vaguely remembered that he had seen such methods before.

He remembered the names of those guys, and even the weapons of those guys were among his favorites.

The forest warriors were also the brothers he once fought side by side with.

When he thought about who built those barricades, a cold dagger was already pressed against Taylor's neck.

He raised his hand and said, "Do we have to greet each other like this every time, Lieutenant Colonel?"

The Catachan warrior sheathed her long-bladed sword and replied with a slightly aged face. "No, Captain, I'm a colonel now."

Taylor looked at the silver prosthetic hand and replied. "I'm also a lieutenant colonel, ma'am." She smiled. "Ma'am? How strange! People often call me other names, such as..."

"Catachan demon."

Taylor recalled his comrade's name. "Alan, you're one of my many teachers and a soldier worthy of respect. Even though we haven't seen each other for almost ten years, it doesn't mean I'll call you an old friend like the guys in the Military Affairs Department do."

The Catachan colonel sheathed his Catachan knife and replied, "You don't look your age."

Taylor smiled wryly. "This is a bit of a hassle to explain in detail."

"You haven't read any books or records about me?"

The colonel said. "Books? You think we'd be reading something made of bark or brown paper while we're fighting demons or dealing with the local horrible xenos?"

Taylor said frankly, "No wonder the Military Affairs Department is always dissatisfied with the reports you fill out."

"Speaking of reports, how's old Tychus doing?"

The Catachan colonel replied, "He's seventy years old and still very energetic. He still handles a lot of paperwork for us."

"To be honest, I looked down on the political commissar and the Military Affairs Department's mess, but he has changed my mind a lot."

"Now that the empire is under the management of the Regent, even we have to fill in something."

"But this isn't a place for easy conversation. Let's head to the campsite. The Chaos dogs might smell us soon."

Taylor said. "Lead me."

"By the way, I'm not alone here this time. There are also Space Marines from the Doomsday Eagle Regiment. I think they should be able to help the battle situation here a lot."

"I see most of the land has fallen. Who is attacking here?"

The Catachan stepped out, as if at home in the forest, guiding them. "The Plague Fleet, that's what they call themselves."

"Ku'gath, that's their master's name."

"They call him the Soup Drinker, the Plaguebringer, but we don't know much about him."

Said, Taylor asked at this moment.

"What's the news about the Skadi First Redemption Group? I've been away for a while and I really need information now."

"Old Tychus likes to meddle in other people's business. He should have followed up."

At this moment, the colonel hesitated slightly, then said.

"Regarding this, they seem to have been disbanded..."

"Because there is no commander to control them, although they are strong in combat, they are unwilling to listen to leadership."

“I can understand this aspect.”

"The Catachans are just as uninhibited."

Taylor asked doubtfully. "But they could have just found someone from the group to be the leader, like Jack or..."

Now Colonel Catachan said, "That's why I hesitated, exactly."

"According to our cursory investigation, the Skadi First Legion was disbanded on the surface, but was actually fighting as the Primarch's operative team."

"Because the Regent wants them to break away from the Inquisition and use them for his own purposes."

"Who knows? Perhaps you'll have to wait until you see Guilliman."

Taylor looked at the camp hidden in the forest in the distance and replied, "Let's solve the problem at hand first. I know they won't disband. They're as determined as you are."

"The day when we can fight side by side again is probably not far away."

The colonel laughed and gently wiped his Catachan knife. "I hope so."

"By the way, where's your Catachan knife?" she asked seriously. This matter concerned the faith of the Catachan people and could not be desecrated.

Taylor replied somewhat awkwardly, "Ah... let me explain."

(End of this chapter)