Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 348: Demons of Catachan

"The Emperor is above!"

Taylor walked out of the room drunkenly, holding on to the wall, looking at the Cardia boy in the room lying on the table, muttering unclear words.

After all, when old friends meet, they will inevitably drink and chat, and even the best food cannot withstand two drunkards who have suffered so much.

When Taylor sat down outside the room, looking at the abnormal dark green evil moon in the sky and smelling the turbid and foul air, he couldn't help but retching.

He cursed. "Ugh! Damn his mother Nurgle..."

"I forgot what it's like out there!"

He dry heaved for a long time, and thinking that the food he was eating was the result of countless people risking their lives to come to the war zone, he resisted the feeling and swallowed the vomit in his throat.

As long as it didn't come out of his mouth, it didn't count as vomiting, although Taylor still felt very nauseous.

He cursed and covered his mouth and nose with a cloth soaked in scented oil. Fortunately, this ordeal made his mind much clearer.

He looked at the gray sky, thought of the trust entrusted to him by the Cadians, and realized that he had to find a way to minimize the cost of this war.

He actually had some ideas, and after the Cadians arrived, he was almost certain that this was the Emperor's will.

Although this sounds a bit abstract, in general, it seems like something is destined...

In other words, the emperor is urging me to go to work!
He blew the wind of corruption, stood up gently, and then prepared to face this crazy world.

But when he heard the wailing sounds of local mutant creatures in the distance, Taylor honestly gave up his ambitions.

Let’s take it one step at a time…

The next day, he woke up early under the fetid light of a star. It was not a good feeling. Taylor could smell the rotten smell on his body. If he was not dead, it meant that this crappy place had finally marinated him.

However, his first concern was not his health, but whether his food would smell rotten when stored in the storage room.

After all, being sick is a small matter, but having nothing to eat is a big matter.

After a quick check of the food storage, the soldiers in the logistics department were no longer surprised by Taylor's arrival.

To be honest, it was the first time they saw the commander caring so much about trivial matters.

Of course, Taylor knew very well that an army marches on its stomach; after all, he had crawled up from the bottom.

After confirming his inventory, Taylor headed towards Catachan with a few Lihzahrds he had specifically ordered.

It was a gift, three long, wild, lively creatures, smuggled in violation of Imperial Naval law.

This was a good thing he had obtained with favors and throne coins, and at the same time he walked into the Catachan camp.

The area is covered with a large amount of local decaying plants, but those things have no roots.

They were killed, killed as plants, the things that had given Guilliman a headache were now placed here like decorations.

Inside those primitive and barbaric camps, the Catachan people were adapting to life in this world. At least they seemed more energetic than Taylor.

When Taylor found Colonel Catachan, who was in charge of the camp, he was cutting strange objects with a knife in the camp.

It was a dead, corrupted creature, and he was cutting away at its Chaos-tainted parts, stuffing the edible white flesh into his mouth.

Taylor was stunned by this scene, and after confirming that the warrior's combat effectiveness did not seem to be reduced by the Chaos pollution, he realized how fierce the Catachans were.

He picked up the lizards that were still opening their mouths to try to breathe and said, "Brothers, I have a task that requires your help."

The Catachan warrior dropped the inedible food in his hand, and the contaminated fish struggled and squirmed. The disgusting tentacles on the fish's body began to wriggle, allowing it to crawl like an insect.

But the colonel stepped on the gutted fish and said.

"I'm sorry for letting you see my personal hobby."

"But prey filled with Chaos taint is simply disgusting." He asked, looking at what Taylor was holding. "Where did you get such a creature?"

Taylor said. "Smuggling."

The colonel frowned now. "I thought you were a hunter like us."

Taylor said. "So there are things I can't do."

He realized that he had flattered the horse but failed, and now he was trying to make amends in a somewhat awkward manner.

He put the lizard down and let those things crawl out of the camp. As for the biological invasion?
Can this place still be invaded?

Taylor felt a little sorry for his throne coins at the moment, and it turned out that the Catachans were not cannibals, they just had their own beliefs.

Eating raw meat is just a habit...

Now he was sitting awkwardly among those shirtless tan-skinned strong men and women. The Catachans were not good at speaking, so Taylor could only tell the situation unilaterally.

"Currently Chaos is plotting against the Primarch, the Primarch, the Regent, our Lord Guilliman."

"In the name of the Emperor, we must thwart this plan."

The Catachans nodded slightly.

Taylor said. "They brewed the plague that killed Guilliman on one of these worlds. When Guilliman and his brother faced off, our mission became clear."

"We need to go smash Nurgle's cauldron!"

This sentence made the Catachans realize the big thing they were going to do. They picked up their weapons and equipment and spoke sincerely.

"Sorry, we didn't think you were a hunter."

"It seems even Catachans make mistakes sometimes."

"You just think the prey is too small to excite you."

"Ha..." The colonel couldn't help laughing.

"A god's cauldron, the source of a world plague. What could be more worthy prey for a Catachan warrior?"

"Get the Bolters, the Meltas, and let's find the Cauldron and lay the foundation for the Regent's victory!"

Having said that, the soldiers patted Taylor on the shoulders one by one and walked out firmly.

Taylor watched them leave silently, and saw the footprints left by the lizard crawling on the ground, and fell into thought.

He thought of three points.

First, they absolutely misunderstood their thinking.

Second, Taylor still underestimated the faith and loyalty of the Catachans, even though they seemed quite barbaric and stupid...

Third, the minions of Chaos are in trouble.

Thinking of this, he stood up, picked up the radio on his chest and shouted to the logistics department.

"You bunch of bastards! Stop dozing off, the Emperor is above!"

"Take out all the stuff you've got hidden in your closets. I guarantee you'll need it all starting today!"

"Explosives, melta, howitzers! Don't skimp!"

"Pull out anything that explodes!"

(End of this chapter)