Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 401 ICU God of War Calgar

Taylor stood outside the treatment cabin of the Sword of Glory, holding flowers representing victory and hope and a lunch box full of food.

What he held in his hand was a high-end product sent from the nearby garden world. It looked like a mixture of tulips and lilies, and its scent had a strong analgesic effect.

This thing is most likely not a product of nature, but one of the countless genetically modified species that survived during humanity's dark technological age.

Taylor can be so decisive because this kind of painkiller is only effective on humans, and secondly, the way this flower survives is basically to imitate dandelions.

In its place of origin, such crops were undoubtedly regarded as a gift from the Emperor by the people of the Empire.

But Taylor thought that the Emperor was indeed a crazy, huge, divine genetic engineer.

He and his most perfect creations still battle across the galaxy.

The Space Marines.

At this moment, Taylor subconsciously clenched the bouquet and the lunch box in his hand, because he was unexpectedly nervous.

First of all, he has many friends but not too many. What he has is that he does have comradery with many of them, even including Fabius Bile and Guilliman.

It cannot be said that it is a one-size-fits-all approach, but it can only be said that the means are complicated.

But those so-called friends are always busy all over the galaxy, some are busy with their own great cause, and some are worried about the legacy left by their father.

Taylor, by comparison, looked like a street urchin.

So Karga is his closest friend at the moment, and he is lying in the ICU.

Normally, this position actually belongs to Taylor.

The swarm creatures' obsession with Taylor was almost beyond his comprehension.

Of course they had their share of frictions, big and small, but it was never a life-and-death struggle.

Taylor believed that apart from using childish toys like white phosphorus bombs and poison gas, he had no other weapons of mass destruction.

He had seen many proposals for the Zerg, and small-scale atmospheric incineration bombs and nuclear bombs were almost the norm. After all, those things could quickly clear biomass and had a real striking effect on the Zerg.

But based on Taylor's almost non-existent kindness, he still blocked those crazy proposals time and time again.

Of course, the main tactical goal cannot be abandoned. One bomb would be refreshing, but Guilliman is probably going to kill him.

But he still didn't understand why he, an "upright" gentleman, was regarded as the number one threat by the Zerg.

He almost imagined that the swarm monsters that Calgar stopped were most likely coming towards him. At the same time, people on the front line witnessed a Titan-class biological behemoth, which was said to look like a giant spider.

A full 40 meters high! Fortunately, the Orcs' Titans were quite powerful, and the problem was finally resolved after expansion.

The Empire's subsequent fleets cleared the void, and the ground was flattened by Space Marines and Greenskins.

Thinking of this, Taylor's gratitude to Calgar reached the level of heartfelt gratitude. After all, facing a bunch of hungry bugs was not a good thing, but the commander of the Ultramarines still helped him deal with it.

When he pushed open the door after preparing himself mentally, he indeed saw what Calgar looked like now.

There were deep knife scars on his cheek, his arms were exposed, and there were obvious stitches on his wrists.

One of his legs is missing, and the Mechanicus is now implanting some strange thing into his body. It seems to be an ancient creature born in the Dark Age of Technology.

Taylor had probably heard of the kind of spiritual flesh that came from the organs of an intelligent creature. Those things were born in the technological age of mankind and were created by crazy technology fanatics.

Their purpose is to regenerate human limbs and repair organs, but the most disgusting thing is that they actually have a considerable degree of intelligence.

However, their brains are born deformed. They have complex image structure and imagination, but cannot calculate.

When the Empire visited them, that race was still in the Middle Ages and madly believed in humans. Unfortunately, such a race was too useful to the Empire, and there were war heroes with missing limbs everywhere.

Think about it, the life of a lowly xenomorph can bring a general or a space marine back to the front lines?
Emperor above him, Taylor had hardly thought that such a good deal could exist.

The result is obvious. In the pursuit of personal gain by high-ranking officials and for the needs of various wars, those creatures that are fertile and easy to raise are those that are born to provide organs for humans.

In the sustainable fishing and depletion of resources, it has become the scarcest commodity.

Only great warriors like Calgar could enjoy this privilege these days. Of course, the obviously smaller Heavenly Cripple Foot on Calgar's feet was quite comical...

Taylor couldn't help laughing. "Ha, my friend, you could have covered it up instead of showing it."

"I'm not discriminating against people with disabilities, and your wounds are from war."

"But... this foot looks like a Ratling donated his own limb, not a Space Marine Chapter Master..."

Calgar said helplessly, "This is something that can perfectly fit my organs, but it requires sufficient air and nutrients."

"Honestly, I haven't been this hungry since I completed my Space Marine transformation."

"Let me see what you brought?"

Taylor opened the lunch box and said, "A few servings of Macragge-style bread, a bowl of hot butter soup, and a few pork knuckles, grilled until they're juicy on both sides."

"By the Emperor, this thing is not good enough."

"But I can't think of anything more uplifting than this."

"Of course, there's also this."

Taylor asked his brother who followed him to bring a glass of golden red wine.

Karga smiled. "That's enough to save my life."

"Come on, let's eat together. This is enough for a good meal for two people."

Taylor said. "I thought all Space Marines were big eaters."

"My digestive system is very efficient," Karga said.

"By the way, what happened to those Eldar?"

Taylor said. "Hell, they just vanished after the war, like they were never there."

"But I know we weren't dreaming. At least you saw it."

"Basically, they're gone. God knows where they went. The Necrons are gone too. Only the remains of the obelisk are left."