Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 406 Madam Judge

Reminiscing about the past is always a joy, and toasting each other is also nice, especially when a friend uses his father-in-law's money to drink with you.

There was no shortage of good wine and delicious food, of course. Everyone from the entire bridge ate here. Delicious barbecue and pretty good wine, enough food and time, which are always rare on a ship.

Of course Taylor also called his boys, and those people were also surprised at the boy's rapid rise to fame.

After all, in the former empire, it was almost impossible for a young boy to become a captain without power.

This incident became a hot topic among people. After all, no one doesn't like the story of a poor boy's rise to power. It is enough to provide people with a lot of entertainment after dinner.

After the gathering, Taylor asked the boy many questions, such as the situation in the universe or what he thought about the current mission.

Then he talked about it almost endlessly, and frankly said that those views were quite accurate, and the most important thing was that the boss would provide food.

Taylor quickly discerned several of the most important pieces of information. One was that the progress of the Indomitable Crusade had slowed down, and the second was that an Inquisitor had chosen to starve the bugs to death by burning dozens of planets.

The result was a starving Zerg swarm wandering across the galaxy.

Obviously this is not a good thing. At least Taylor knows very well what will happen if the monsters are too hungry. This is crazy.

To be precise, this made him feel extremely uneasy.

Then there are the demons and Chaos Space Marines that are appearing all over the Imperium, which is also a pretty bad thing.

At this point, the two men who could be considered ambitious spoke indignantly.

"What the hell, what's the point of isolation?" Taylor cursed.

"Letting bugs starve is the most foolish thing. A trapped beast will fight to the bitter end. That kind of madness is beyond the imagination of an inquisitor drinking tea in his office!"

"If he is willing to let the fleet consume the Zerg, even though the situation is cruel and unacceptable, the result will be the retreat of the tentacles and a century, or even a thousand years, of peace for the Empire."

At this point, Taylor cursed. "That bastard just doesn't trust soldiers!"

"If he had seen people like us who were strong and capable, he would have been on his knees licking my combat boots!"

The young Vice Admiral laughed and replied, "Let him lick it!"

"It's an honor to have that tongue on the sole of your boot, Boss!"

"If you ask me, that kind of stupid stuff should be burned by the state religion or sent to a punitive camp!"

"Yes, that thing of his should be solved!"

The two of them couldn't help laughing and drank from their cups.

There used to be a status difference between them, but now they were just two soldiers complaining about the rotten shit of the empire.

However, they drank the golden red wine that many governors dreamed of, and ate food processed with precious spices, which was obviously not a meal for soldiers.

Fortunately, Taylor quickly realized that this was not the right taste, so he opened two cans of meat with a curse, and with a cheap Amsett, burned the cans with an alcohol lamp and ate the fatty and greasy rotten meat inside.

To be honest, Taylor's taste is always a mystery.

At times, he had a very discerning tongue, like the finest gourmet in the galaxy.

Sometimes, his standards are ridiculously low, requiring only a few lumps of starch with some rotten meat.

Even just a few sausages made from some unknown meat, a shovel used for digging trenches as a pot, and a few roasts over the fire would be enough to make him happy all day.

Sometimes, he could find several flaws in a dinner that a wealthy planetary governor had carefully prepared, only an expert could find.

Sometimes all he needed was a few roots, boiled until soft, and freshly heated canned meat poured into the mashed potatoes, which he would then praise generously.

In Karga's words, he can even eat insects, but he is definitely a gourmet.

Perhaps he was the last gourmet of this era of military prowess? But after a feast of five flavors and three rounds of wine, the feast came and went quickly.

The captain boy does not have Taylor's various divine powers, nor does the greenskins think about him day and night to let Waagh bless him.

When the aftereffects of half a bottle of golden red wine took effect, the young and energetic boy felt drowsy.

Taylor just burped a little more, his cheeks slightly red.

Fortunately, although he drank a lot, he was still able to drive the boat.

At the same time, Taylor was also preparing to start integrating his fleet for the first time during this period.

He admittedly knew next to nothing about it, but Guilliman had apparently called in an expert for him.

He was a Grand Inquisitor of the Empire, and one Taylor was quite familiar with.

When the top hat appeared, Taylor was still on the bridge, staring blankly at several warships and a blue planet outside the window.

Taylor said in surprise when the clear and nostalgic voice of the old friend appeared.

"This period of time is really surprising. I wonder if I am nearing my deathbed. Old friends are showing up one after another."

The lady in the black tights and pointed hat came over, looked at Taylor with her blue eyes, and said.

"This is simply because you are close to the core of the empire, the Five Hundred Worlds. It is not an omen or a revelation."

"However, it seems that Cardia did not take your life, nor did she take me."

"Emperor, may I live to see this day, Guilliman, Regent, and all..."

"And you were the driving force behind all of this. I can't help but feel a pity for fate. If I had pushed you to the Inquisition back then, or executed you first and then reported you later, the Empire would have lost a hero."

"I'm still terrified by the mistake I almost made. I'm here to help you and make it up to you."

"Inquisitors are not only battlemasters, detectives, trial experts, and torturers, we are also tactical masters and fleet commanders."

"In the name of the Emperor, I will make you invincible."

Taylor said. "You're quite arrogant, but you're still young. I envy you psychics."

Inquisitor Nova replied. "Have you not realized yet? With the Emperor's power and the Orks' stance, you haven't aged at all."

Taylor rubbed his cheek and said, "I thought it was subspace preservation technology..."

"It's a ghost." He muttered to himself.

He hopes that his life will be as long as that of a Space Marine, but he is also afraid of what this difference will bring to him.

But before he could think about it carefully, he saw the ship opening a path into the subspace.

Now he saw the path to Macragge, the Geller's Stand covering the hull as the ship entered the Warp.

They began to enter the outer part of the Five Hundred Worlds area, and everything was almost the same as when he first came here.

Everything is nostalgic, but things are still moving forward steadily and rapidly.

It seems like nothing has changed, and yet everything has changed.

Now Taylor could only speak uneasily.

"The Emperor, His Majesty..."

(End of this chapter)