Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 286 The so-called Hammer of the Empire...

As the huge body of the unclean one fell into the forest world, the leaves covered with greasy and poisonous raindrops vibrated and sticky liquid fell down, making people not want to stay in the rainforest for even a second.

The Space Marines' blades and bombs defeated the enemy's attacks, large numbers of monsters were slaughtered, mutated local creatures were burned to death, the twisted zombies crawling out of the ground were resurrected, and even most of the Chaos Daemons could not escape the fate of exile.

The remaining unresolved issues are also too numerous to handle alone and will sooner or later dissipate under the light of the Imperial Star Torch.

Now the world has returned to peace again. Of course, the Imperial Guard has contributed the most, but during this period, the Space Marines have also eliminated most of the Chaos fortresses and manpower.

The Imperial Guard delayed the main force, and the Space Marines carried out a decapitation encirclement. Although the pace was different from the Great Crusade in the era of Guilliman, fortunately, everything was done without any danger.

After all, without a large number of Primaris Space Marines and heavy artillery, they could not defeat the enemy as easily as they did in the Indomitus Crusade.

Inside the rainforest camp, the soldiers are resting and recuperating, while Taylor is looking at the battle report and reporting his battle results to the Logistics Department and the Military Affairs Department.

Relying solely on the extremely low losses of the Space Marines and the local army, the main force of the Great Demon was eliminated. This is one of the few good things in today's empire.

After all, based on subsequent understanding, Taylor also had a general idea.

Now, the Great Demon Ku'gath, the Daemon Primarch Mortarion, and the former Captain of the Death Guard, Typhons, are dividing their forces into three groups, like a turbid giant hand slowly grasping Macragge.

Chaos, or more precisely, the Death Guard and Nurgle are all experts in positional warfare. Once they occupy a planet, that planet will turn into a huge septic tank, making it difficult to attack.

The endless stream of corpses will become the demon's army in the local area, and the filth will completely destroy the future of a planet.

Now it seems that this forest world is both lucky and unfortunate. The misfortune is that it has encountered the invasion of Chaos.

Fortunately, it will become a major transportation route for the Empire, as most of the Macragge border area has fallen and only this place remains clean.

Although there is a lot of filth, at least there are no demonic armies covering the sky and the Chaos Space Marines ready to go.

In this regard, Taylor almost became the only hero of the locals, if he had not strongly opposed those guys who sang praises for him, created new words for him, and built statues for him.

Perhaps the city here has already done a lot of creations based on the theme of imperial heroes.

Of course, Taylor disliked idolatry, especially when he was alive.

It would be so embarrassing to be worshipped. At least he had "died" twice and he knew very well how uncomfortable it was to see his own appearance being worshipped.

However, Taylor did not stay here for long, and his journey had to continue. Now that the Empire was fully aware of his return, Guilliman also arranged ships to escort him.

Frankly speaking, this is not good news.

Taylor felt it sensitively because they were escorting.

There may also be a number of Chaos forces entrenched within the Empire that could threaten the Macragge region, otherwise the precious warships would not be wasted here.

Finally, he packed up his things, but before boarding the ship he walked into a small room where an old man was looking at a report.

His hair was graying and he looked tired, a completely different soldier from the one Taylor remembered.

He sipped his coffee and then asked, "What are you doing here if you're not going to see Guilliman?"

Taylor scratched his head, plopped down on the simple camp bed in the room, and said boredly, "I didn't mean to ask."

"Boss, you're over 60 now, it's time to retire."

"After years of fighting, you have quite a few health issues..."

Taylor licked the corners of his slightly dry mouth.

"And me? My dream is to retire at 30. After all, I'm a soldier, and I can live a healthy life back in the hive. But with this mess, I have to postpone it."

Taylor complained tirelessly.

Tychus said.

"I've been in the military my whole life. I'm lucky I didn't die, but now I don't know where to go back to."

"You want me to live in the Hive City? I don't have any skills, and being a clerk in the Ministry of Military Affairs is too boring. But I want to just eat and wait for death, and be a parasite in the Empire..."

"Although my resume is enough for the empire to support me for two lifetimes, is this my path to nowhere?"

He was asking himself that, and Taylor understood.

He is looking for his own death.

He wanted to die in battle, like in the Norse myths, returning to Valhalla, before his old age, frailty, incontinence, and inability to control his butt. Rather than dying alone in the Imperial distribution room, he wanted to die where his brothers had fought bloody battles.

Taylor didn't answer. He might not have understood it before, but now he has seen too many cases like this.

He left a few cups of coffee, cigarettes and alcohol that the old political commissar liked, as if wishing him to fulfill his wish soon, and hurriedly boarded the Doomsday Eagle's battle barge.

He actually felt that this was a farewell forever.

No matter what happens next, old Tychus has no intention of moving forward.

Maybe he was right. Dying in battle was the best answer. How romantic would it be to perish together with countless enemies of the empire on a planet?

Taylor looked at the dark green world outside the barge window and lamented how quickly his fate was changing.

At the same time, a meeting request was typed into Taylor's tablet.

He muttered. "At this time?"

Then he quickly cleaned up his face and appearance, and finally walked into the meeting room.

The place was filled with tubes and a giant star map player, but now it was completely quiet, completely different from the usual noisy and bustling place filled with officers.

Taylor found a place to sit nearby and made himself a cup of coffee.

He was looking at the tactical tablet boredly. He had just reconnected to the Empire network, which made him miss it very much.

After all, when he worked for Ryan, he was more like a warlord than an officer.

After all, there is no order in the dark side of the empire. Even if Lion is the primarch, it will take some time to rebuild the imperial order.

Thinking of this, he sighed, because he didn't know how long it would take for the Primarch to end the current situation.

And a young naval officer also walked in here.

He was wearing a blue military uniform and a sharp officer's hat. He walked over quickly and sat in front of Taylor and said.

"Sir, long time no see. I had something to do and almost got delayed."

"I am your lieutenant. At least until you meet Guilliman, I will be responsible for your chores."

He was a bit rash and spoke quickly, not like the demeanor of an Imperial Navy lieutenant.

Taylor asked in confusion. "Why don't you send me an Imperial Guard soldier?"

He smiled, took off his hat, and said, "It seems you have forgotten me, but I asked for this."

"I still remember you telling me to hurry up on the Brass Sword..."

"Now that I think about it, those Space Marines are all dead, yet two years later, you're back!"

He now introduced himself seriously. "I am a lieutenant in the Imperial Navy. Two years ago, I was a private. Back then, I had the pleasure of eating your canned food and giving you a bottle of rotten wine."

"In your presence, I have seen the grace of a Space Marine, and I have also witnessed the abomination of the forces of Chaos."

He took a deep breath, revealing his violet eyes, and said, "I am a Cadian refugee and a soldier. Two years ago, you told me to live, and now I have come to report."

He stood up, saluted, and shouted, "Guswell, Lieutenant of the Imperial Navy, at your command!"

Taylor took a sip of coffee at this moment.

he thinks.

It seemed like I had inadvertently played the role of old Tychus.

But he suddenly realized.

I am already a veteran among veterans...

It's really interesting, as if history has entered a damn cycle.

Taylor said at this moment. "Well, my adjutant, sir."

"First, help me clean up Frenstein, who's covered in Nurgle slime!"

(End of this chapter)