Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 287 Goodbye Guilliman

In the following days, Ferenstein always looked brand new and bright, while the new adjutant, who always had a greasy and dirty look, was replaced by him.

This also made the boys accept him, and this guy was like a sponge. In the morning, he was dragged by Roland to learn repair and do physical training. In the afternoon, he was taken away by the girl Lightling to practice shooting. In the evening, he played chess or slacked off with Taylor.

Sometimes the cult girl would force the boy to go out with her, but it was unknown what they did.

On the contrary, although Taylor is the commander, he is a hands-off boss in most cases. His biggest role is nothing more than a mascot and a social person.

Therefore, his military rank is the highest.

In this way, there is nothing I can teach that kid.

But overall, this trip has become long and short. It is short because of the repetitive days, and it is long because it actually lasts for several months.

Because there are too many war zones, traveling through those complex areas always requires exiting the warp to travel, which delays time.

Several times Taylor even saw heavy artillery fire that nearly destroyed the barge, but fortunately the Emperor protected them and nothing happened.

As the ship approached the Macragge area, Taylor could already see the starport fortress and ships belonging to the Ultramarines hovering in the starry sky.

At the same time, he felt that it was a bit inhumane for him to keep ordering that navy boy around.

Although he learned a lot, Taylor didn't really have much to teach him.

Taylor knew that boy could be great.

As long as he didn't die.

Taylor squinted his eyes and looked at the starry sky, thinking that he was getting closer and closer to Guilliman, and that guy should be leaving soon.

He must have made a difference in the Imperial Navy. Thinking of this, he picked up a pen and began to write a letter on the kraft paper after a long time.

To be precise, he met many good captains during his service. After all, he had been on many ships, especially when he was a member of the combat group of the logistics department.

He wrote a letter of recommendation for the boy in his own name, stuffed it into the outside of his backpack, and then hurriedly told him to get out without even saying goodbye.

This was his reward for wiping Franstein along the way.

Taylor had the letter ready as the ship approached a large starport called Galatan.

Secondly, Guilliman is now dispatching and commanding his legions inside the starport.

The boy thought he had offended Taylor and lowered his head like a stray dog.

Taylor sipped his favorite sparkling water and thought about how successful his prank had been.

He also began to look at the starport to kill time, because according to the above information, an application was required to meet Guilliman, and basically everyone wanted to meet the Regent.

Taylor's intelligence was important, so he was allowed to jump the queue.

In other words, some people may never see Guilliman in their entire lives.

Because there will always be something "more important" ahead of them, unless one day the empire is completely free of those troubles, the troubles of war and death.

But Taylor was also happy with this. He walked naturally inside this void fortress made of metal and gunpowder.

This is the Macragge star field, which is quite safe. This fortress is a hundred kilometers long and has a population of millions. It looks like a mobile gyroscope equipped with artillery and has no blind spots.

The large subspace engine can support it to make short-distance jumps, and within a range of 500 worlds, it can basically provide instant support.

This is Guilliman's sweetheart and the foundation of the Ultramarines. Of course, the Ultramarines have more than just this trump card.

At the same time, the Doomhawks and the Nova Marines, two fully staffed Space Marine Chapters, will now be responsible for guarding the fortress.

Tens of thousands of mortal warriors of the Ultramar Honor Guard are also stationed here.

When the soldiers in blue armor saw Taylor, they would jokingly call him "Marshal", thanks to his dazzling performance when Guilliman returned, and the exaggerated recruitment posters that always showed his smiling face.

Thinking of this, he said to the boys in Skadi's team.

"Hey, it's my treat, let's go get some local specialties."

"There are always unique things inside a void fortress like this. Just so you know, I'll check them all out."

"Roasted rats and roasted spiders are just appetizers. God knows what else is available in a place like this. I remember there was Catachan lobotomy salad in that hive last time. It tasted sour."

The Lightling girl frowned. "Boss? That's lobotomy?! Why didn't you tell me!?"

She felt as if she had eaten poison. Although the food tasted good, it was the first time she had eaten a plant that looked so much like meat... Taylor replied. "It's quite expensive. I don't want to waste it."

Roland pouted and said, "No wonder you only took one bite."

The cult girl emphasized, "I want to try that, but I've gained weight recently."

Taylor hummed and looked at the ceiling, pretending not to care about the resentful looks of those guys.

But as they were about to look for a restaurant, Taylor's tablet received the data.

He looked at the notice from the official, Guilliman requesting to meet with him in advance.

Sure enough... Old 13 still knows what is important and what is not.

Taylor took out two throne coins. "Sorry, I have to break my promise."

"There's a four-meter-tall gay guy calling me over."

The cultist girl suddenly became excited. "Oh, the Primarch's deeds are not something a mortal can handle..."

Taylor pinched her round cheeks to shut her up, then said, "Remember to pack a portion of the special for me."

After receiving the answer, Taylor got on a nearby public vehicle somewhat unwillingly.

In the moving truck packed with hive workers, Taylor looked like an alien.

People looked at him with caution and admiration. Although Ultramar Guards were common here, it was still strange to know that an officer was riding something like this.

The weapons on Taylor's body cannot be taken away because they are a matter of honor. The chainsword and explosive bombs look terrifying enough.

As for possible theft and robbery?

Did he want to die? If he dared to seize a piece of decoration from Taylor's armor and weapons, the Legal Department would be knocking on his door in two hours.

Looking at the eyes of the imperial citizens here at this moment, Taylor finally understood what Tychus meant by having nowhere to go.

He was no longer an ordinary person in the empire, and integrating back would be as strange as a lion among a flock of sheep.

When the truck arrived at the station, he quickly walked down and changed to the hover car that the Empire had prepared.

Finally he was brought to a building belonging to the Primarch. It would be better to say it was a palace rather than a building, a palace built for the Primarch.

Although it is not as big as the fortress of Macragge, it is also grand and bright. Golden decorations and Imperial Sky Eagles are carved out almost for free to prove the power and holiness of the Regent.

In comparison, old man Ryan is always dusty and looks unattractive.

However, Guilliman did this only to stabilize the current turmoil in the Holy Land of the Empire, although Guilliman did like honor and showing off a bit.

As Taylor walked into the elevator to go to the Primarch's office on the top floor to meet the Imperial ruler, he saw a man in plain clothes passing by him.

He looked like a typical ascetic, with a scripture with a wax seal on his waist, dressed in linen clothes and tattered robes, and would show his respect to Taylor with imperial religious salutes when he passed by him.

He wore a conspicuous chainsword at his waist, covered in runes and scriptures, and a large-caliber automatic rifle in a convenient position for drawing weapons.

He is definitely not as kind as he looks.

But Taylor smiled back.

Next, Taylor saw the giant in the back room.

Guilliman was hunched over a huge desk, rubbing his golden hair from time to time.

He was dressed in a Roman-style robe and had a plate of half-eaten grapes at his side, but he also looked haggard and tired.

Because there were two small mountains of documents piled up beside him, one on the right and one on the left.

There was also a portrait of his father on the wall behind him, making it look like the emperor was forcing him to work...

Taylor frowned, thinking of Ryan's high spirits when he gradually regained control of the dark side, from the hero's twilight years at the beginning to the casualness when he sent him away.

In comparison…

Why is Guilliman becoming more and more haggard?

(End of this chapter)