Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 346 He is Robert Jerryman

Taylor now lay in bed reading the propaganda written by the Imperial Church.

This is not because he has changed and likes to read those long and boring things, but because of the propaganda problems about him in them.

First of all, the thing Taylor regretted most in his life was probably having that old bastard Tychus take promotional photos for him.

Frankly speaking, several sectors of the Empire are now using Taylor's face as recruitment propaganda.

This thing will probably lie in the Empire's database forever. Even if there is a problem with Cadia, the Empire's misuse of his portrait will not get any better.

Now, there has been a turn for the better.

That is the state religion.

The state religion was a powerful force, and since they now claimed to be saints, Taylor was prepared to abuse his power without hesitation.

Now that the state religion has acknowledged and proven that Taylor is an imperial saint, according to their power, those star regions that have defiled the saint will be immediately ordered to stop all propaganda involving his name and appearance.

But now Taylor is a little hesitant.

This was mainly because the propaganda of the state religion was far more radical than Taylor had imagined. Secondly, old Tychus's plan was of great help to Taylor, even if he did not want this help.

To be precise, the reason why so many people in the empire know him is that there is always his portrait in the star port.

This could be considered a bluff, but it was definitely helpful to the Ministry of Military Affairs and Taylor's own career.

After all, a famous person always enjoys privileges in various places, especially when every new recruit has more or less heard of the legend.

Frankly speaking, the Anglican Church probably wouldn't pay him, so there was no need for Taylor to be the bad guy.

In particular, he saw that the state religion's propaganda was even more adept at exaggerating than that of the Imperial Military Affairs Department.

Taylor's frown was certainly not just due to the issue of state religion.

This was also because he actually developed some feelings for the Military Affairs Department, a department that was like a flat conductor and was useless except for causing inflammation.

Even if it's just a thought, even if this thing is useless, it's much better than the state religion.

After all, state religion probably only has negative effects.

Thinking of this, Taylor put down what he was holding and smelled the faint stench in the air.

saint?

He wasn't sure, he thought he was just unlucky and always had been.

He looked at the ceiling, wondering what to eat for dinner, and subconsciously pushed away the posters of the state religion.

Taylor didn't want those things posted anywhere, and he was prepared to reject the state religion in his own right.

but……

This kind of interaction is very tiring.

He sighed, and the sound was apparently heard by a giant.

Guilliman bent over and entered the almost completely sealed room. It was covered with concrete, and the walls were smeared with holy oil. The incense protected the purity of the place, but Guilliman could still smell a faint stench.

He said dissatisfiedly. "Those things always get in through every hole, auras, curses, or worse."

"I came to find the answer, but it seems now is not the time."

"you are tired?"

Taylor said, "No, my old friend, my current status is a bit strange. The state church is almost chattering at me, and the living saint lady is muttering something in seclusion."

"They handed most of the matters over to me, such as trials and commanding the Ecclesiarchy's troops. Yet, within half an hour, the Imperial soldiers under my command had three arguments with the priests due to conflicts."

"The Krieger girl can't help me much. I'm now the boss of a group of fanatics. It's a nightmare."

Guilliman chuckled with schadenfreude. "Now you understand why I hate those guys so much. Now you know what it feels like to be called an angel?"

"And the man sitting on the throne is my father..."

Guilliman said in a low voice. "Tell me, what did Tzeentch send me?"

Taylor sighed. "Is that why you came? Then you could wait a little longer, get me some good food, wait until I wake up, and then whisper."

"Like you would with a real friend."

"Isn't everyone as...powerful as you?"

Guilliman replied. "Not everyone lives in the same safety as you do."

"I am responsible for my empire, my father's empire!"

Guilliman's low EQ speech made Taylor unable to help but say, "Now I know why you are so unpopular..."

Taylor said. "Forget it, those vicious things, the minions of Tzeentch told me."

"The divine plague is coming..."

He began to repeat Ahriman's words to Guilliman, and the Primarch's expression gradually became solemn.

"A plague strong enough to kill me..."

"So that's how it is. My brother wants to use my death to end the empire's last hope."

"Indomitable Expedition!"

Speaking of this, Guilliman seemed to be mentioning some great honor, because the Indomitus Crusade is Guilliman's biggest plan now.

A plan to save the entire galaxy, a plan so big that even the proud Eldar had to acknowledge it.

This is his honor and the hope of mankind.

Guilliman now asked. "So how do you think we should deal with the current situation?"

Taylor replied. "Of course, we will take one step at a time, and liberate the world one step at a time."

"I have a large number of forest warriors. Those brothers from Catachan can effectively disrupt the enemy and free this world from pollution bit by bit."

"All we need is incendiary and melta, and depending on the situation, some explosives. We'll blow up anything Chaos Protected or anything that looks weird."

"In this way, this place can be cleaned up in just two years."

Guilliman said. "I need it now. I cannot continue to oppress my brother. I need to confront him now."

"Taylor, this isn't an act of impulse on my part, but rather a matter of urgent need."

"I hope you can gather your forces, whether it's the Ecclesiarchy or the Imperial Guard, and form an army."

Guilliman looked at Taylor sincerely, because he knew very well that there were not many people in the world today who could command those guys.

Guilliman, himself, is one, and then there's Taylor.

A famous imperial hero can make things go much more smoothly. On the contrary, if Taylor is unwilling, the team will lose morale.

After all, the Skadi and Catachans rarely obey orders from others, yet this is a force that is no less powerful than Space Marines.

And Taylor sighed, for he saw the burning sense of duty in the Primarch's heart.

How many mortals will die on one planet in two years? What about in the entire Five Hundred Worlds?
Probably an astronomical figure.

The Primarch was willing to risk his life for the safety of those people and the future of the empire. This was not just recklessness, but also the greatness engraved in his bones as the descendant of the Lord of Mankind.

But Taylor didn't. He was a coward, but he didn't want to hinder the Primarch.

This was his duel, after all, and Taylor was left to deal with the Chaos Marines and Daemons.

He could only say helplessly.

"Regent, Primarch..."

"Your name isn't really Roboute Grieman?"

(End of this chapter)