Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 317 Primaris Wolf
The Dawn of Liberty, a great Imperial battle cruiser, has been in service since the early days of the Gothic War, and is now nearly three thousand years old.

But she still maintained her best condition under the protection of the Techno-Sage. After the captain met and talked with Taylor, Taylor roughly understood that he would take this metal giant to the chaos control area.

After the handover was roughly completed, Taylor walked out of the captain's office with the documents.

He yawned. After all, he had planned to leave the matters here to Sister Krieg, who always did a good job.

But Miss Krieger needed to dispatch personnel, and Taylor originally wanted to say that he would do it. After all, managing those guys was just a hands-off job.

But Ms. Krieger didn't hesitate to suggest that Taylor might have gotten the guys drunk and then bought a few Grox from the ship's stables to roast and eat.

Ok……

The possibility is very high, even extremely high.

Out of distrust for her old comrade, Ms. Krieger did not hesitate to let Taylor hand over the documents.

To be honest, the text was quite boring and made Taylor drowsy, but fortunately the old captain was a man of taste.

A few bottles of good red wine and some delicious pastries helped Taylor get through those times.

Now he just couldn't wait to get into the dormitory and sleep until the next day's assembly.

However, as he walked out the door, he was found by an uninvited guest with pointed ears. The cult girl leaned against the wall and spoke in a proud and interesting tone.

"I heard part of the conversation. Are we going to Fenris next?"

Taylor yawned and said, "You're such a dishonest fellow. Well, it's an ancient star outside the Ultima Thule."

"That's where the Imperial Observatory last saw Chaos. We need to get there before those wolves kill all the enemies."

"The task is arduous and the time is tight..."

The cult girl said, "I don't think it matters to you."

Taylor rubbed his face and replied. "More or less. After all, Fenris isn't much of a tourist attraction. While it has its fair share of wonders and beauty, it's still a dead planet."

He explained to the girl as he walked.

The cultist woman said, "There's no need for much information. The Chaos Powers have been monitoring this universe for a long time, and Fenris is one of their key targets."

"The Primarch's home planet has a distinct planetary soul. There are not many stars in the entire universe as special as it."

“I’m looking forward to this trip.”

Taylor laughed. "Just don't let the wolves see you and start swinging their chainswords."

As he spoke, he walked into his dormitory, only to be met with a silver-white wall.

Now he rubbed his nose and asked, "Why is there a wall behind the door?"

Having said that, he looked up and saw the large face of the Space Marine.

Amber pupils, protruding canine teeth and brown hair are considered the hallmarks of a wolf.

"We haven't reached Fenris yet, have we?"

He said, rubbing his face.

The Space Marine said, "I am not a true Wolf Warrior, at least not one that was accepted."

"My brothers and I were born on Macragge, and I came here to meet the heroes of the Imperium. I never imagined we would both be traveling to Fenris at the same time."

He gave a slightly cheerful smile.

"This is a blessing and we will be accepted."

Taylor understood now. "Primaris Marine?"

"Macragge still has Space Wolves gene-seed?"

The Primaris Wolf Space Marine replied. "A Wolf once reprimanded Captain Barga to his face, and he also agreed to Cawl's removal of his gene glands." Taylor remembered the careless fellow. "It was him..."

“It’s really ironic.”

He recalled the days when he had barbecue with the boy on Mawson Ride. Those days were still memorable, after all, the situation in the empire was terrible now.

"Then I'm friends with your theoretical father. Okay, let's go to the restaurant. It's my treat!"

The wolf cheered. "Praise to Commander Taylor!"

Taylor covered his ears. "Enough, enough..."

"Tell the cafeteria staff to bring out all the good stuff, and the problem will be solved!"

At first he was cheerfully wondering how much a few people could eat.

Even Space Marines.

Now that they are docked near the star port, they don’t need to worry too much about supplies, as long as they have a steady supply of food.

But he had underestimated the power of the seed from the Primarch Lemanus.

As plates of roasted creatures were brought over by waiters, large amounts of sauce were placed on the table, and the merely roasted meat was cut off with knives by dozens of Primaris Space Marines.

The food with gravy and sauce is stuffed into the mouth, chewed and swallowed.

At first, Taylor was just interested and even wanted to compete with others in appetite.

Paired with the local planet's fruit wine, the barbecue would not seem greasy, which gave Taylor more confidence.

But after three rounds of drinks, Taylor looked at the Space Marine who was still swallowing and fell into thought.

They were simply dozens of greedy Tyranids, with no intention of stopping at all. The dining table was now filled with all kinds of bizarre creature skeletons. If you didn't know, you would have thought they were in a biological museum...

Taylor felt full just by looking at them. Even if he brought the entire Skadi group this time, the more than a thousand people under his command would not be able to eat as much as this group of gluttons if they took turns eating!
Soon, the feast turned into a one-sided game among the wolves, who sang ancient poems that seemed to be the myths of Macragge.

They banged on the table, asking the waiter to bring new food, and ate it all without hesitation.

Taylor was so bored that he used the encyclopedia on his tablet to compare what they had eaten.

He said to Roland. "Look at this jawbone. It's clearly a Talia bull ant. According to Imperial records, the famous Commissar Cain once discovered their nest on the battlefield and attacked them to replenish their food stores."

"Their meat is compact and delicious, with fat and muscle almost blending into one, but we only have skeletons in front of us. This is thanks to my sudden brainwave and talking to a pack of wolves."

"Hey! Shall we have a party?"

Roland couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, Boss, you did this wrong."

"Even a child knows that wild wolves are big eaters."

Taylor said, shaking his head now. "What?"

"You think I don't know?"

"I did it on purpose."

“Do you know where this bill will end up?”

Roland shook his head.

Taylor said. "The Regent's Palace."

"But don't worry, Lord Guilliman has a full five hundred fertile stars at his disposal, so he won't go bankrupt!"

Then Taylor said without hesitation, "Two more grilled steaks and a bottle of golden red wine, and put it on the Regent's head!"

(End of this chapter)