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Chapter 408: The High-spirited Tychus

Chapter 408: The High-spirited Tychus
Taylor was invited by an old friend to a building that was the military academy that Macragge attended.

It was a building that embodied solemnity and military might, the seat of Macragge's greatest power and one of Guilliman's greatest creations.

It was the foundation of Macragge, the core of the Five Hundred Worlds, and the basis of the militaristic thinking pioneered by the Primarch Guilliman.

This is also the reason why the Ultramarines can become the largest Space Marine chapter.

Countless huge militarized academies provide a large number of soldiers to the Five Hundred Worlds at all times, and those elites will become the Ultramar Guards of the Five Hundred Worlds at the first opportunity.

The elite will serve the Ultramarines and be tested before reaching adulthood to become young soldiers of the Space Marines.

Those who fail the test will become officers, and those who succeed will participate in the transformation. Space Marines who fail the transformation will also be rescued as soon as possible and then become local instructors.

But the problem that Calgar was worried about essentially stemmed from the high success rate of the Primaris and the fact that the military academy system had become a gilded channel for the nobility over a long period of time.

Especially positions like senior officers and instructors, which are popular and involve a lot of social skills.

After all, most of the powerful people are on the front line, and the heroes who can come back are all tough men with their own ideas.

Being an instructor is just an ideal state. Most of them are unwilling to accept their age and have the ability to turn the entire nest upside down by themselves.

Such factors have made the entire military academy system increasingly corrupt, but now Taylor has become its guest of honor.

Obviously this was not because he was so powerful and smart, but more because the current master of this military academy was his old friend.

An old and capable man wearing the familiar political commissar uniform was sitting next to a mahogany document table, holding a mug and smelling of coffee.

Taylor said dissatisfiedly. "Old Tychus, your invitation is a bit unpleasant."

The old soldier replied, "Guess how those people 'invited' me here?"

Taylor remembered what he had said to Calgar...

"That's right, you're a stubborn old man."

"So what's the result? Is this place suitable for retirement?"

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful and safe. There is no suffocating poisonous gas, no polluted environment, and no lethal radiation."

"Aliens and heretics will never be able to get in, and we have the protection of the Imperial Regent and the reserve forces of the entire Ultramarines Chapter!"

Old Tychus said angrily. "Reserve forces?"

"I get angry when I talk about this."

"I actually hope this place has the same vicious environment as my hometown, with danger and madness, rather than a retirement home for nobles and losers!"

"You've landed me in a good place. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that the great Macragge was infested with termites!"

"They're so far removed from the war that the textbooks they're using are from the last millennium. The records about the Zerg and Tau even date back to the 40th millennium!"

"Officers are even worse. They withhold food allowances, leaving soldiers in training to starve..."

"Ha! I've been on the front lines for many years and haven't seen anything like this before. Thank you for telling me what the problem is!"

At this moment, the old soldier was no longer depressed and gloomy, nor was he thinking about anything about death and departure.

It was like the Emperor had infused him with a whole new power, and the only thing he had always done in his life remained unchanged.

That's loyalty.

Fight for the Empire.

Fight for the God-Emperor.

That passion pushed him forward, and Taylor saw the changes here.

Those spirited soldiers represented Tychus's success, as if the Emperor had kissed the Macragge people himself. They were capable, elite, and ready to go.

Taylor didn't want to ask about the details of the transformation, but it was probably brutal and terrifying.

He knew the old man's methods very well, and he would show no mercy to those rotten, smelly and useless soldiers.

Perhaps under his teaching, there is no difference between military academy and battlefield.

The effect is that they will survive, and even in the most cruel and insane battlefield, they will have room to breathe.

This was true kindness, the kindness that allowed them to become useful people and survive. Thinking of this, Taylor's respect for this old friend, which had never diminished, grew stronger again.

He couldn't help but say, "By the Emperor."

"It's always nice to see you."

“I’ll recall a lot of things from the past.”

"Bad, happy, disturbing."

Old Tychus said, "You no longer need me. You are a warrior, a hero, a commander in your own right."

Taylor said as he looked at the half-finished coffee in his coffee cup.

"I am not sure."

"Frankly speaking, the problems facing the empire today are beginning to exceed my capabilities."

"All I do is weigh, weigh, and weigh again and again."

"The Emperor, His Majesty..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this."

"What happened to the Cadia's little narrator and the mecha I placed here?"

Tychus said. "The lady found Macragge too boring and left on a Rogue Trader's Pathfinder ship. She took the mech aboard for a bit of a lookout."

Taylor said in surprise. "Really?"

"That's right. No matter how despicable she is, she is still a Cadian, the guardian of the Eye of Terror, and the strongest shield of the entire empire."

"Now the shield has become a blade, sharpened by anger and death, and in the hands of the Emperor, it pierces the heart of Chaos."

"She really couldn't hold back and wanted to resolve the chaos in her own way."

"Of course."

Taylor said this, looked at his watch, and replied slightly. "I'm going to the cafeteria to eat something, and then I'll go back."

"Guilliman, the Regent has given me a mission, a heavy one."

Tychus said. "West of Ultima Thule..."

"The Orc Empire."

Taylor replied. "Who leaked the information?"

Tychus said, "Boy, I'm just old, not useless."

"I have many students, and my friendly officers are spread across the empire. My intelligence network is much more sensitive than yours."

“No one understands the current situation on the battlefront better than the soldiers who are actually engaging in the firefight.”

"Even if that person is the regent of the great empire."