Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 403: The First Octavius Legion of the Empire is Established
Taylor has been having a lot of headaches recently.

He has tried his best to train those green-skinned guys, and they have shown excellent performance and combat effectiveness in the war.

Taylor was confident that Guilliman could accept these guys.

perhaps……

After all, Guilliman was a powerful figure who participated in the Great Crusade. In that era, humans almost stepped on the aliens, making them dare not raise their heads.

For Guilliman, it was probably the equivalent of watching a bunch of lowly, disgusting, twisted creatures playing house in Imperial Army uniforms.

For most of the Imperials, such a sight was enough for them to pick up everything available around them and throw it at this strange army.

So Taylor deliberately picked a few edible greenskins to stand in front of Guilliman's landing location. They have thick skin and flesh and eat a lot.

If he was killed by Guilliman in anger, it would be considered as saving food. If he was not killed, it would be reasonable.

From now on, they will be green-skinned guys who can withstand the Primarch's attacks. Maybe there will be many green-skinned people who worship the Emperor and the Primarch and ask them.

What does it feel like to be slapped by the waggiest being in the entire universe?

Frankly speaking, this task instantly became a good job.

Some greenskins began to increase their weight, such as eating too much or squatting in the kitchen meaninglessly and eating kitchen waste.

What are leftovers for humans are one of the few delicacies for the greenskins, but the greenskins as a race actually don't like to eat.

They always have little extra fat and are full of muscles. It's not that they don't have fat, but on the contrary it's because the core circuits of their brains don't care about most pleasures.

Coupled with their ability to photosynthesize, once the battle starts, the greenskins can forget about food and sleep. This literally means forgetting about food and sleep, not just describing it.

How could they possibly gain weight under such living conditions? Fortunately, Taylor never skimped on the food expenses of his soldiers and was even willing to provide enough food for the greenskins.

Nowadays there are even special greenskin cooking squads, but the core function of those cooking squads is not to provide morale, but to allow the greenskins to fight even without the sun.

They are responsible for quickly processing large amounts of food, and their members are green-skinned subordinates like Fart and Snot.

Taylor's arrangement inadvertently gave them considerable status, and since they were also responsible for the logistics department, those who could not hold their heads up in the tribe now had real status.

It's not just about status, it's also about treatment.

The fart spirit will no longer be beaten, and has its own camp, so it does not need to go to the front line. At the same time, when not in combat, it can rest after completing maintenance work and daily indicators!
It can even be said that those who don't care about any greenskin boss, or even resist every greenskin boss, have truly begun to support Taylor today.

According to several veteran greenskins, they have never seen those fart monsters so energetic in their lives.

They are usually so unhappy, with their heads down, anxious and uneasy, and not proactive in anything.

Those things would never do anything unless a leader came with a whip and a chainsaw axe to beat them on the buttocks and threaten them to work.

Being sneaky and slacking off when there is nothing to do, this is what the greenskins think of the fart spirit.

But during this period, they became hardworking and capable of doing anything, and even a few fart spirits who were no less powerful than orc robots suddenly appeared.

They became quite diligent, not only taking the initiative to work overtime, but even starting to take the initiative to transform their work environment and work equipment.

They get incredibly creative, which is almost impossible, but the reality is they've never seen a boss that good.

And when those little idiots heard through the grapevine that if Guilliman was dissatisfied with them, the boss would have to be replaced, they began to do their best to prepare a green-skin style welcome for Guilliman's arrival.

Of course, the Imperial Guard was completely unaware of this.

As they hammered and fattened up, the greenskins cared for Guilliman with their own enthusiasm.

It's just that things are always a bit over the top. It started when the Glory of Macragge appeared over Vigilant, when the transport planes flew across the sky, when Guilliman set foot here.

The great regent came in the most secretive manner, wearing a crown, and he could see the piles of Zerg corpses and the wreckage of the war engine.

Just by smelling the restless air, sulfur, blood, and war engines, Guilliman's superhuman brain could analyze what had happened here.

It was a battlefield that was enough to scare even Superman, and even Guilliman had to admit its cruelty.

From the transport plane, he saw the towering walls and the huge war engine, although it was a strange golden color...

There were also low-quality orc runes on it, and he couldn't make out the meaning of the words.

And he would never have imagined that it was the Imperial Sky Eagle.

When the transport plane landed, Guilliman had already mentally prepared himself to accept the greenskins, thanks to Calgar's kind words in this regard and the achievements of those aliens.

Victory is their best expression of loyalty.

But when the transport plane was in operation, Guilliman saw a group of green-skinned people with bellies as big as buckets. For the first time, he doubted whether those were the green muscular monsters he knew.

And why do those greenskins in military uniforms and boots, standing in neat rows, always look like they want him to beat them?

Guilliman said, a little confused. "Tyler, I'm looking forward to today, but..."

"The situation here is not what I imagined. Maybe I should go see Calgar first?"

Taylor hurriedly straightened his uniform and said hastily, "It was just a small accident."

"It's not serious."

He looked at the strange-looking things and said, "This is very different from what I imagined, but..."

At this point, a huge mushroom cloud suddenly rose up and exploded on one side of the sky, turning into a huge, grand fireworks show.

After the mushroom cloud dissipated, several large words made of light appeared in the dusty sky, writing:

Welcome, Prince Regent.

Guilliman was stunned by the exaggerated scene. He stammered, "How much explosives did you put into this thing?"

Taylor was also surprised. "No, I don't have any explosives, and I don't know anything about this!"

Guilliman said helplessly. "Very good, you have shown me your ability to organize and control those xenos. It is simply a disaster..."

Taylor said. "Usually it's better, but..."

He was quite uneasy, after all, these beasts were really difficult to manage.

But Guilliman said, "But I still need them."

"To be precise, my brother Leman Russ once told me that we should make the best use of everything we have."

"We are on Fenris...friends."

“No choice!”

"I now declare that you will command the First Legion on the expedition to Octavius!"

(End of this chapter)