Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 289: War Apostle Mathieu

The scent of incense and engine oil filled the foundry. Taylor was standing on the Mechanicus's modification table, watching those guys analyze their armor.

The cyborgs in red robes were uttering binary language obsessively. Because it was repeated too many times, Taylor got bored and input some of it into the tablet for translation.

He soon got the answer in words.

【Lord Kaul!】

How perfect, how wonderful...

Those guys look like they're going to paint themselves into some weird state.

That's right, now the Mechanicus are painting Taylor's armor in Macragge's signature blue, along with the Primarch's personal insignia, making it look quite majestic.

Although he prefers the plain and reliable dark green, which can better hide himself in the forest or trenches.

He was a hard-nosed pragmatist, but he also figured the bright blue would keep him from getting shot down by his teammates.

It's one of the few good things.

When the modifications were complete, the technicians prepared a new system for Taylor, an officer control system for the Indomitable Expedition, allowing him to get rid of those damn data tablets and complicated operations.

Of course, Taylor was nostalgic, and secondly, the helmet wasn't connected to his spine or nerves like those weird hydraulic suits or the black armor of the Space Marines.

Overall, this system made Taylor uncomfortable, just like a guy used to a flip phone starting to use a touch screen, and he quickly ignored those operations and picked up the tablet again.

He was about to leave with his things when an elegant and high-pitched voice interrupted him.

That was the Ultramarines hero in champion armor, a master swordsman, the legendary Captain of the Space Marine Second Company, Mr. Sicarius.

He approached and said to Taylor, "It seems you're a little unhappy with the Ultramarines' colors."

Taylor replied. "Not really, but I've been a soldier all my life, and this color is a bit too much for a guy like me."

"Conspicuous, dazzling, like a hero. On the chest of this armor are the badges of honor I once received: the Star of Terra, the Crimson Oath..."

“Like a high-pitched peacock.”

At this moment Sicarius looked at his armor, the tall red crown, the golden trim and the armor specialized for swordsmanship.

If Taylor is a peacock, then he is probably a phoenix, but Taylor's comments are very heartbreaking at this moment.

Although the fighting styles of Space Marines and Imperial Guards were completely different, this blunt comment still made him cough awkwardly.

Taylor said belatedly. "Oh, sorry, I'm just looking at things from the perspective of a trench guy crawling in the mud. Space Marines are very different from us."

Sicarius said. "No need to say more. I don't blame you. Go, those good soldiers are waiting for you."

"I've been taking care of them during this time. They're quite impressive and can even keep up with the Space Marine wars. They're also quite the eater though."

"I gave them physical tests and training, but found that their physical performance was comparable to that of enhanced stormtroopers, or even better..."

"Coal told me that's the power of wahhhg's stance. I don't understand those alien things, but I still advise you."

"Don't walk around with the greenskins for too long," he said seriously.

Taylor didn't know how to answer. After all, what he had done was enough for the Inquisition to execute him hundreds of times, hundreds of times each from the Inquisition and the Ordo Alienist Inquisition...

At this point, the atmosphere inexplicably became heavy, and Taylor subconsciously wanted to find a topic to talk about.

"When I met the Primarch, I saw a gloomy guy. He was dressed like a member of the Ecclesiarchy, but when the Primarch met him, he seemed... very relaxed?"

After this description, Sicarius immediately said, "That must be the War Apostle Mathieu, a priest of the Anglican Church, the guide of faith in the Indomitus Crusade, and a reliable ascetic."

"To be honest, I don't like state religion." He said this, walked onto an elevator, and quickly operated the equipment on it.

Taylor suddenly thought.

Oh! A Space Marine captain becomes his own elevator doorman. I wonder how many people would pay to experience this. Taylor watched bored as the platform rose, propelled by hydraulic gears. But why would an elevator even use hydraulic gears?

Taylor said amidst the rough clacking sound. "A priest of the Ecclesiarchy, able to enter Guilliman's heart?"

Sicarius, watching the metal relief flash past on the elevator's exterior, replied, "Indeed, that's unlikely."

"But even I have to admit that Mathieu is a reliable, intelligent, and self-reflective saint."

"He would give his entire salary to the poor, even if Guilliman promised him abundant material needs, and yet he would still be alone."

"Some say that green grass can grow wherever he walks, even if that place is the dry and nutrient-deficient soil of the Hive."

Taylor said. "It's amazing."

"But I don't believe it."

“There are no saints in this world. What sustains all his actions is not so-called rationality or greatness.”

Sicarius said. "What is that? He is a man whom even the Primarch finds trustworthy, as virtuous as you, or even better."

"He dared to question the current Imperium and understood Guilliman's decisions. He did not hesitate, but he was also smart."

Taylor couldn't answer, and he didn't think he could know the guy.

Although they are colleagues in theory, the empire is so large that even if it is only half of the empire now, the scale of this expedition is billions of combatants.

But Taylor felt that the guy was no pushover. He had seen the weapons and equipment he was wearing, a chainsword and a revolver, and they all looked like he had been on many battles.

He would not be a good person, at least not a simple, kind and smart person in these desperate forty thousand years.

Can't survive!

Taylor finally commented. "It doesn't matter. We probably won't interact. I'm an Imperial Guardsman, a Primarch's Guardsman, and he's a chaplain."

Sicarius replied. "Who knows? Fate is the most interesting thing I've ever seen, just like how I met you."

At this point, the elevator reached the dormitory area on the second floor, where rows of elite soldiers wearing blue power armor were waiting for the two of them.

They wore the insignia of the Skadi Infantry Regiment on their chests and the Primarch's battle emblem on their shoulders, and saluted in unison.

Taylor and Sicarius walked forward, and a blonde beauty quickly approached.

The lady from Krieger said seriously.

"Mr. Taylor, you didn't apply for a separation form. Now I have to handle this matter according to the laws of the Imperial Guard!"

She said angrily.

"You need to submit a 2-word self-criticism for me!"

Taylor rubbed his head. "What can I do to atone for my sins?"

She replied, "That depends on my mood."

Taylor said. "That's got me stumped."

She said seriously, "It's not difficult."

"Give me a victory, one that would bring a smile to the face of even the most serious Krieg soldier."

Taylor could only answer bitterly. "Yes, my lord..."