Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 32: The Greater Good, Part 4
Taylor was given a nice room with Tau-style decorations, such as cute rodent statues, strange figurines, and several diplomatic brochures promoting the excellence of the Tau.

Frankly speaking, Taylor sat on the soft white bed, and this place looked like the room of any crew member on the human ship in the TV series "Star Trek" that he had seen before.

There are small decorations with personal style, murals, magazines and fruit plates that cannot be named. A beautifully crafted Imperial Sky Eagle is hung brightly on the white wall.

The books of the Greater Good also say that belief in the Emperor of Mankind does not conflict with the Greater Good.

However, most humans were forced or voluntarily to give up their faith in the Emperor after joining the Tau.

After all, the absence of conflict does not mean that you can openly believe in the Lord of Humanity, even if he is the only God who has existed for tens of thousands of years.

The civilization of the Titanium people is less than 20,000 years old.

Taylor jokingly muttered to himself.

"The Emperor is 4 years old, and when he walked this world the Tau were reptiles."

"And you, Taylor, look at yourself. You are now a prisoner of those blue-skinned people. They are proficient in human experiments and damn brainwashing. How long can you hold on?"

"When you come out, it's not your comrades who are waiting for you, but the Inquisition, carefully interrogating you to see if you have become a dog of the Tau."

"You're screwed. All good luck is useless. You just have to be honest."

He muttered to himself until the Tau brought him lunch, a seafood dish similar to sushi. He naturally began to eat it with the strange mustard and soy sauce, which seemed to make the Tau girl who introduced the food to him stunned.

Taylor said nonchalantly. "Come and try it. I can't finish it all by myself."

They were very "generously" prepared a white fan-shaped plate of about 40 cm and filled it up. It was hard to imagine what they thought of the Imperial Guard?

Big eater?
The Tau woman hesitated slightly, then spoke in relatively standard Gothic.

"My Lord, the food has been adapted to human tastes. I can't eat it."

Her accent had a strange ring to it, like her Gothic alphabet was missing a few characters and had a few more, but it was still just barely understandable.

Taylor could sense that this was an amusing excuse, so he nodded and gritted his teeth before finishing the large plate. After all, he was also a soldier, and every soldier was a reincarnation of a starving ghost.

Although it is a bit biased, in the high-intensity war, only food and faith cannot be let down.

After all, you might be beheaded tomorrow.

Under the surprised gaze of the Titanium lady, he wiped his mouth, his face greasy, and then the Water Clan woman spoke.

"The imperial delegation has arrived. May we go, sir?"

Taylor replied with a smile. "I'm a prisoner, right?"

"I have no choice. I can sense several fully armed Tau at the door. Take me there. If this truly is a turning point for humanity and the Tau, I'm eager to help facilitate this mission."

Taylor stood up and followed the woman. To be honest, when the door opened, he realized that this was the best time to escape. As long as he easily grabbed the woman's neck, he could hijack the vehicle and leave.

But he didn't dare, and secondly, there was no need.

The woman saw Taylor looking at her and found a topic to talk about.

"As you know, there is a huge gap in size between the Tau Empire and the Human Empire. The preferential treatment we give you is based on this."

“To be frank, we don’t have such a naturalization room prepared for the Kruger people.”

"Naturalization room?" Taylor raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you call it? It's actually quite nice to live in."

Taylor then asked, "Since you know the disparity in size between the two empires, why do you still dare to attack Imperial territory again and again? As long as you don't expand, the Imperial High Lords won't even notice you."

The lady gave the standard answer. "To spread the Greater Good."

Taylor realized that the conversation had become unpleasant, so he reluctantly ended it and walked to the meeting room in silence.

Interestingly, his laser gun was returned and he also saw representatives from various parties sitting in the conference room.

On the Tau side were Ms. Nova who "captured" Taylor, a high-ranking Water Clan official, and a Fire Clan warrior dressed seriously with a translator on his ear.

On the Imperial side was a typical Imperial diplomat, wearing a gorgeous dress and a large hat, and an Imperial Navy rear admiral, the owner of at least one Imperial light cruiser.

Next, he heard a stern voice.

"Taylor! I knew you were the plague of the 36th Regiment!"

Tychus!
Taylor missed this old butt man so much. He walked over awkwardly and sat on the Imperial side. The seats of the Tau people were strange. They were cushions and they folded their thighs under their bodies like bedding.

They call it sitting upright.

It felt like torturing one's knees, and except for the diplomat, everyone on the Empire side basically sat cross-legged and in a casual posture.

Taylor chose the most comfortable option, which was to do whatever made him happy.

Taylor sat on the ground under the gaze of the crowd, watching the beautiful holographic image of the Tau's streamlined form projected in operation.

First there was a typical Tau circular symbol, and then a Gothic subtitle, which roughly described the situation in Tau language, that is, the approach of the Behemoth swarm.

In the picture that was countless times clearer than the dark green holographic image of the Empire, a few dots appeared.

There was a void, nothing in it except the twinkling lights of stars in the distance. This scene lasted for about a few minutes, and then the screen suddenly trembled slightly.

The next moment, several huge biological warships appeared on one side of the screen. Those huge monsters had tentacles and were surrounded by various fast-moving flying monsters.

Taylor had seen records of them in the infantry manual. The Empire called them Leviathan ships, and those large biological ships were also the arsenals of the Zerg.

As long as there is enough biomass, they can continuously produce large numbers of monsters until a planet is completely eaten up.

Taylor clicked his tongue subconsciously. Such a thing was like a thunder in the quiet conference room, but most people just continued to stare at the screen.

Finally, this disturbing scene lasted for about half a minute and ended in a burst of snow, as if describing the fate of the race that encountered the insects.

The Water Clan’s leaders spoke at this moment.

"Now, do you still want to form an alliance with us?"

The Imperial Navy commander replied, "Return Mr. Taylor to us. We can't fight on the ground without him."

The Water Clan leader nodded as Tychus gently gripped Taylor's shoulders with his powered hand and spoke in a "gentle" tone.

"Next, you will fight for the Emperor until you die, or be devoured by the zerg swarm."

Taylor shuddered. "Don't these two mean the same thing?"

(End of this chapter)