Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 291 Landing on Talos

Parmenio is a beautiful world.

According to the imperial standards, it has not yet become an imperial garden world, but it is also a special tax world with a good environment.

Frankly speaking, building fortresses and nests in a place like this is a waste.

But this is the only solution in today's cruel universe.

Not a single inch of soil could be wasted on such bizarre demands as protecting nature; there was no place for flowers, plants, or trees in the empire's vast war engine.

On the deck of an Imperial fast strike cruiser, Taylor looked out the window at the blue planet, which was three-quarters similar to the former Earth, which made people sigh.

He seemed to have seen the world turned into green, smelly mud and then crushed into pieces under the defilement and corruption of his kind father.

Taylor got into the transport plane and began to descend with his troops. This time everything was surprisingly normal, with no enemy attacks and no sudden natural disasters.

He landed normally, landing on a port fortress facing the ocean, which was covered by a large number of macro cannons and heavy firepower.

It is located next to the reef, along the most rugged part of the coast, and its towering walls keep out all invading enemies.

As the transport plane passed through the thin void shield, emitting reassuring ripples, Taylor looked at the clear sky here and thought.

It seems to be completely different from the serious situation reported.

Of course, it could also be the calm before the storm.

When the Valkyrie transport plane landed in front of the fortress's landing platform, Taylor was the first to jump off the transport plane.

He really wasn't used to a normal landing, at least he had seen Catachans get off planes like this.

After feeling a slight impact on his feet, he quickly stood up and looked up at the officers who came to report in front of him.

A gust of sea breeze with a salty smell blew across Taylor's cheek. He raised his head and spoke to the officer in front of him.

"My legs are numb."

The officer in the rubber fully enclosed protective suit stopped saluting, and now he just raised one hand and held his gas mask with the other.

Those were preparations for defending against Chaos attacks. Although they had not been used yet, as Imperial warriors without carapace armor, they had to prepare those equipment at all times to avoid dying from the toxins.

He had already made all the plans, such as how to meet the imperial war hero and how to receive this soldier. Even when Taylor jumped from mid-air and landed handsomely, he remained calm.

He was an Imperial Major serving in the 99th Infantry Regiment of Calth, named Dvoros, an honorable and reliable warrior.

But now he was watching his immediate superior sitting on the ground like a naughty child, just to relieve his sore and weak legs.

He called for a bench for the adult, then sat on the ground as calmly as possible and reported to him.

"Major Devoros, Commander of the 99th Legion of Calth, reports to you!"

Taylor looked at the guy. He had sparse stubble, dark circles under his eyes and looked tired. His brown hair was messy and the rubber protective suit on his body hadn't been cleaned for quite some time.

Obviously a standard wartime appearance of an imperial officer.

Tyler got up and said, "Boy, you look so haggard."

"You can take your soldiers and rest now. Just leave this fortress to me."

Major Devoros was horrified by this request. "Sir, this does not meet the standards of the Imperial Guard, and we are far from reaching the limit of our service..."

His reply was hasty and fearful, and it was obvious that he had misunderstood something.

Taylor said. "Huh? I mean normal rest, go to sleep, get up in two hours, wash your face, take a shower and eat something."

Major DeVores finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if Taylor's words were going to rip his heart out.

To be precise, this statement probably means that he will be excluded from the war and regarded as a burden.

This was a disgrace to the entire regiment and a situation that was considered incompetent by the commander.

He had seen a legion being told this, and then they disappeared. God knows where they went, but it was definitely worse than it was now. However, even if Taylor asked them to rest, Taylor still saw that Devoros was stubborn and wanted to complete the final handover.

He entered most of the data into the tablet and began to introduce the place.

This place is called Talos Fortress, an anti-orbital fortress built on a reef, that much is obvious.

DeVoros said they are currently expanding the embankment area to eliminate the possibility of collapse in shallow water areas.

Almost thousands of tons of rocks were dumped there, turning the flat shallows into a towering reef wall.

It was cheap and clever, and if those plans succeeded, Taylor could already see what it would look like when the walls were completed and dozens of huge cannons were built on them.

It was like a rock nail stuck in the ground, and even the Death Guard, known for their toughness, couldn't pry it open with their teeth.

At least that's what Taylor hoped.

But he also saw the problem.

It is very close to the city, making it a half-hive, half-fortress.

However, the data shows that food imported from urban areas is inflated in price.

Can Taylor stand this?

He is the only one who cheats others, and no one takes food from his mouth!
This is worse than the so-called Chaos Invasion!

Finally, Taylor thought for a moment and said, "Well done. It seems you will be a good adjutant."

Major DeVores said incredulously. "An adjutant? Yours?"

Taylor replied. "What else? Is there anyone better than you?"

Devoros sighed. "My lord, you are greater, wiser, and more discerning than I ever imagined."

"I've seen too many bastard officers seize power by force, but never accomplish anything, causing fortresses to collapse and cities to fall..."

Taylor just lowered his head and sniffed. "Um, how long has it been since you washed these clothes?"

Major Devoros replied. "I cannot remember, my lord, but I put it on when Chaos first invaded this place. It's almost like a second skin now, or…"

"A cage."

Taylor sighed. "Stop being so paranoid. Take this thing off and wash it properly, and yourself too."

"There's no shortage of fresh water in this world. I'll go to the cafeteria later and try to come up with some new recipes."

"I've looked at the data from the logistics department. The prices for those ingredients are a bit exaggerated. I think someone is deceiving the Regent."

"I'm going to meet with the local Chamber of Commerce later, and I need you to be the introducer."

Devoros couldn't believe what he heard. A war hero, an imperial legend, the first thing he did when he arrived here was not to adjust the formation and train the soldiers like a god descending from the sky.

Instead, I care about the little things...

He didn't understand, but he said cautiously, "Sir, are you going to solve this problem with a gun?"

"You want to rob those..."

He was halfway through when he realized he had chosen the wrong word.

Taylor rubbed his temple. "Of course we'll buy it with throne coins. If the city residents won't accept us, what will we fight with?"

"Do you think the land can grow food on its own?"

Devoros breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "No, my lord, you probably didn't realize it."

"My doubts are all because you are so special..."

(End of this chapter)