Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 362 Welcome to the Alert Planet

Vigilance Star is a technological world built according to the Empire's standards. The poisonous gas spewed out by the giant factories and the acid flowing out of the pipes have destroyed the originally beautiful environment.

The gray-brown continent displays a terrifying color full of pessimism and death.

The atmosphere is filled with radioactive dust and cannot be habitable, so every continent in this world is surrounded by an intricate network of hive cities.

Huge metal cities stand on those barren soils, like the second home of mankind.

But now, those metal cities have almost come to a standstill, showing a red color on the divination instrument.

More than half of the city here, which originally belonged to the local nobles and the Martian Mechanicus, has fallen.

The reason is probably the green-skinned orcs. The Empire has detected that cities made of garbage are now rising from the ground, and most of their materials come from the orcs' broken warships.

Apparently, more than half of the world's soil has been invaded by greenskins.

Obviously, the situation was not as good as the Regent had expected, and the Empire's control over the local area might have reached its lowest point in history.

At least, Taylor knew very well that a red reading on the auspicious chart was not a good sign.

He was already missing the unlimited steaks and barbecue at the buffet.

Obviously, he is moving further away from those good things.

Taylor practically complained in the hangar, "Preheat the engines and bring enough weapons and equipment. We're going to land at the main traffic artery on Vigilant Star."

"The Ultramarines will attack alongside us. Those xenos occupying this area will be in trouble!"

But at this point, Taylor muttered a little uncertainly.

"It could be anything down there. It could be cultists, it could be a deranged Imperial Governor declaring independence, it could be anything bad I've ever seen."

"By the Emperor, I can barely take a nap."

"I really wish the Catachans were still around. They're very efficient and always get things done quickly."

"I wish the Cadians were still here. They are steady, resolute, and experienced fighters, like methodical worker ants."

Taylor sighed, but saw that the Space Marine formation consisting of Thunderhawk gunships had left before his troops.

Each of those Extreme Warriors had wounds, and their armor and skin were marked with marks like cuts from sharp blades. At the same time, their movements were swift, efficient, sharp and unforgettable.

Now the warriors moved quickly, approaching the burning star like thunder, and leaped into the side of the gunboat like jumping fish.

And an Ultramarines stopped Taylor and said.

"Lord Kargar has ordered us to clear the area for the Skadi warriors. We are here to win. Your mission will be to secure the area first, officer!"

His pauldrons were covered with aged silk runecloth, inscribed with the Word of the Emperor, and sealed to his shoulders with wax.

Deep black knife scars stood out on his waist, arms, and chest. His face was resolute and had the air of a veteran soldier.

Taylor noticed that he often tilted his Kraken Blade towards him, but even so, watching the man's back as he left, Taylor couldn't help but think.

Peace of mind! It really is reassuring!

Whether it was the heaviness of the Space Marines or their sense of responsibility, Taylor could be sure that those people were definitely veterans.

But this made Taylor a little embarrassed, or even at a loss.

After all, he usually plays the role of the backbone. It can even be said that he rarely fights on a large battlefield at the same time as a real organized Space Marine.

After all, for today's Empire, deploying elite guards and space marines in the same war zone is a waste of combat power that should not be tolerated.

After all, no matter what the sacrifice, whether it is Space Marines or the Imperial elite, completing the strategic goals is the Empire's idea.

Of course, Guilliman didn't think that much.

Those Ultramarines also consider their own battles to be of higher priority than those of ordinary mortals.

Only Taylor felt that it was quite comfortable to have someone help him explore the way. Although it seemed a bit despicable and fortunate, the Space Marines obviously did not think so.

After all, no matter what, the Imperial Guard's ability to adapt to changes and rapid strike capabilities are not as good as those of the Ultramarines.

At least that's what they thought. However, if they had truly seen Taylor's fighting methods and his unscrupulous command style, those Ultramarines would probably be relieved to ask mortals to go with them.

It has nothing to do with so-called honor or success, and there is no need to be merciful when dealing with enemies.

Even a relatively rigid Legion like the Ultramarines can be quite varied and clever in its tactical style.

They are not averse to fighting at all costs, and have no scruples about aliens and heretics.

And those guys are now breaking through the atmosphere quickly. Taylor can see in the tactical report that the Space Marines require to use gunboats to flatten the ground first.

Then activate the heavy airdrop pod carrying the Wolf Spider Turret to clear the messy battle line.

Such a solution would be like throwing pesticide at a garden infested with pests, with immediate effect.

Although he couldn't see the battle situation or the problems on the ground, Taylor's slightly anxious heart finally settled down when the gunboat left the battleship with a large amount of ammunition.

At this time, as the follow-up troops of the Space Marines were ready, Taylor began to see familiar faces one after another.

Most of them belong to the Ultramarines' 1st or 2nd Veteran Companies.

Most of them have fought alongside Taylor. After all, in the most brutal battlefields, Taylor can always make himself familiar to all kinds of people.

But what is even more puzzling are the guys who jumped down. The core of the problem is obvious, that is, who are they?
Since the most elite fighters are here, who are those veterans?

At this moment, Calgar came over and answered Taylor's doubts.

"Which brothers have you met?"

Taylor replied. "To me, they look like a bunch of demons that have climbed up Thousand Blade Mountain twice."

"But I know that kind of knife mark. It's even hard to forget."

"Swarm." Taylor muttered
Calgar replied. "You have a good eye, worthy of being the Primarch's advisor. There are indeed few warriors in the entire Imperium who are as familiar with most xenos and the Imperium's enemies as you are."

"They are veterans of the Zerg War, orphans of Ultramar, warriors who have experienced the Zerg invasion, and they are also the special anti-xenos force that I approved to be formed."

Taylor said. "That's not a compliment. I hope to never know any of them in my life, instead of trying every one of them!"

"But if you ask me to choose the three most disgusting ones, the first is the Zerg, the second is Chaos, and the third is the Greenskins."

Calgar laughed. "Great minds think alike."

Then he took a step forward with his massive body, stepped inside the gunboat, and said, "See you down there."

"I hope your luck, my luck, can help us get through this."

Taylor said. "Don't, everyone knows you get seriously injured every time you fight!"

But before Karga could hear it, the gunboat closed and left.

Taylor sighed.

During this period, he believed too much in metaphysics.

But the experience of these few days made him believe it.

So, the emperor is above.

Taylor shouted as he watched the Valkyrie gunship ready.