Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 298: Guilliman

A strange force field enveloped the entire fortress, and a silver light flickered in the sky. All evil and chaos dissipated.

This place has become a unique paradise, without pollution, without fear, only the firm faith of mankind and the light of hope.

But to Taylor, without the need for artillery and bombardment, those Chaos Daemons and Traitor Space Marines became like children.

But Taylor had seen the Sisters of Silence and the Necrons, so he knew it wasn't impossible to resist the forces of Chaos.

But after the girl entered the artificial sun's energy furnace, the fortress's energy increased by 50 percent without any increase in heat or mass...

This is the electric meter running backwards. If the girl wasn't too tired to stand up, she must have sacrificed something. Taylor even suspected that the perpetual motion machine had been invented.

He had seen psychic powers and was even quite familiar with them, but he had never seen such technology and it was impossible for him to see it.

When he confirmed with the cultist girl whether such a spell was possible, the lady answered without hesitation.

"You'd have to be kicked in the head by Krieg to ask such a question..."

"This is undoubtedly the power of God. If you think I or any wizard can do this, then..."

"You are probably the dumbest person in the world, because even Ogryn can understand this!"

Taylor looked at the data on the data board. If the Mechanical Priest had not gone crazy and deceived him, then the current situation was real.

He said dully. "Your Majesty...what on earth am I going through?"

Taylor believed that he had become dull and numb in the face of most situations. After all, he had been struggling in this dark universe for so many years and had seen all kinds of monsters.

But this...

It is definitely not psychic power, nor is it the power of the warp. It can only be described as metaphysics, miracle, or magic.

Yes, Taylor has indeed learned to remain calm in times of crisis and keep things to himself.

But this time, the emperor really gave Taylor a bit of an idealistic shock.

He took a deep breath and watched the Warp psychic energy dissipate in the sky. The shields formed by the Warp-polluting forces dissipated, and those forces retreated under the light of the Emperor.

Soon, Taylor's radio started ringing.

"Emperor, where did you receive my signal? Reply quickly!"

"This is the Glory of Macragge! I represent the Imperial Regent! Please respond quickly!"

Taylor coughed and quickly answered, looking at the radio. "This is Parmenio Ground Fortress Tyros. I am Imperial Colonel Taylor."

"On behalf of the 99th Infantry Regiment of Calth and the Primarch Skadi Guards that I lead, I salute the Regent."

After finishing this sentence, the person on the other side's breathing became noticeably rapid and trembling.

"Yes! Your lord!"

"I will recount this to the Primarch. Please submit the records of this period to the astronomical channel..."

He paused suddenly, then replied.

"No, because information has been slow to flow during this period, the Lord Regent is preparing to descend to the surface in person. Please be prepared to receive him."

When the communication ended, Lieutenant Colonel Parmenio's exclamation came. "My lord! Lord Taylor, ah my savior, my lord!"

"The Regent! The Regent!"

Taylor scratched his ear. "Enough!"

"Isn't it just Guilliman? Would you go crazy if you saw Lion?"

With that said, dozens of huge Thunderhawk gunboats landed under the fire cover of the Empire's Glorious Queen-class battleships.

The massive size and firepower of Macragge's Glory drove away a large number of Chaos' living warships.

But the gunboat's poor record, the cracks and dissolution, also told Taylor how much the Empire had fought for air supremacy and the Primarch's safety. When the huge blue giant walked out with his personal guards, the Imperial fortress fell into a deathly silence. The soldiers lined up in several rows, waiting for the Regent's arrival.

Taylor stood among the officers, watching the huge Primarch quickly step down from the gunship.

He said quickly. "Taylor, and..."

He looked at the pastor next to him. "Mathieu..."

Mathieu saluted. "I am here, Primarch."

There are probably two things that Guilliman regrets most at this moment. The first is designing the Codex Astartes, and the second is appointing this guy as the Apostle of War.

Guilliman initially took a fancy to Mathieu's thinking ability. He once directly affirmed the Primarch's action of gathering people to collect the history of the Empire in front of the Primarch, and also criticized the Primarch's unilateral blockade of the Macragge Library.

Although Guilliman wanted to hide the existence of the Second Empire, because in this era, this past history could not be made public.

Rather, regarding the Second Empire, Guilliman actually felt that sooner or later the story of the Empire would need to be told to the general public...

Guilliman thought of this and looked at the war apostle in front of him who opposed him in every religious matter and disobeyed his orders several times.

He couldn't help rubbing his head, and then announced that he had something to discuss with Mathieu and Taylor.

After Sicaris announced his disbandment once again, many people were still reluctant to leave and looked forward to seeing the Primarch again.

If the pace of the procession and the duty of war had not been so overwhelming, countless men would have kissed Guilliman's toes.

Mathieu and Taylor tacitly took Guilliman and headed towards where the lady was.

Guilliman spoke now. "How this fortress can survive the siege of my brother is beyond my comprehension."

"I saw that filth could not enter here, and I saw that curses and diseases fled from here."

"Taylor, Mathieu, what kind of magic did you two use to make this place safe."

Taylor smiled wryly. "Magic, that's the right word."

He recounted to Guilliman the marvelous story of this period.

The Primarch, the Regent, his expression quickly changed from interest to incomprehension, and finally to a hint of anger and disgust.

"You said there was a woman who cured the Chaos taint in my father's name?"

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"What magic, what faith..." Guilliman smiled like a staunch materialist.

But at this moment Taylor talked about energy.

Guilliman's smile froze, and then he answered after a Primarch's supercomputer-level thought.

"This is impossible."

He took a quick breath, but he couldn't explain the situation here, nor could he explain what was going on with that girl.

When he came in front of the lady, the girl in white was smiling and speaking in his father's tone.

"No. 13..."

Guilliman felt a sharp pain in his heart at this moment, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

His father was reborn.

Can……

When that feeling faded away, he saw a fair, tender and cute face smiling at him.

Guilliman cursed in a rage. "Who allowed you to use sorcery to impersonate my father?"

He raised his Emperor Sword. If Taylor hadn't moved quickly and Mathieu hadn't sacrificed himself to block it, the ridiculous drama of a son killing his father would have been staged today!
(End of this chapter)