Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 409: Zerg version of the Grey Knight?
Traveling through the stars and working day and night are finally no longer adjectives.

Taylor now left Macragge, his second home.

The reflections of the stars shuttled outside the battleship windows. They were leaving the core of the empire and heading towards the place where Chaos was.

Taylor already had a premonition that there would be no more good sleep in the days ahead. They had to be vigilant and cross the darkest death zone.

Greenskin pirates, Dark Eldar, Chaos followers.

All kinds of trouble.

Tyler opened a can of heated tomatoes and ate them with a grilled sausage, chewing the starchy mess and soaking it in the red tomato sauce.

Finally, finish the sausage, add hot water and drink it all.

Because filling his stomach can always make him stop worrying and fearing.

perhaps.

Taylor looked at the star map and yawned. He was not interested in those things.

He also knew very well that there would be no supply stations or worlds controlled by the Empire on the way ahead, only an orc world full of spores and fungi.

When the ship entered the warp, the journey began completely, and no one knew what they would see when they next closed the Geller Stand.

We can only pray for the Emperor's protection.

After about a week's journey, the ship left the station and they arrived at the last fortress of the Imperial Navy, which was also one of the routes into Octavius.

After the last supply and the customary toast and exchange of intelligence with the local commander, the smile on Taylor's face completely disappeared.

“These days are getting worse and worse!”

Taylor paced on the bridge, looking at the intelligence in his hand, complaining.

The young captain said, "Boss, I know we're being chased and blocked by Chaos."

"The three planets ahead have experienced serious rebellions, chaos pollution, and loss of control, but we can try to bypass them."

Taylor cursed. "What do you mean? You mean we're leaving Mandeville Point on this planet, like sailing across half a sector without a coastline, using only astronomical light?"

"Then why don't you sit on the Golden Throne? Even the Emperor isn't as powerful as you!"

The young man said, "No, no, no, I mean our fleet is strong, well-stocked, refined, and small. It won't take us long to cross those places."

"As long as we are fast enough and vigilant enough, we can pass over the heads of the Chaos traitors without anyone noticing."

Taylor said, "I don't believe in fate, but doing this will definitely lead to bad luck."

"We should camp here first and wait and see what happens, rather than walking through when the mud is at its muddiest."

"Even if things get worse, we still have a naval base and a huge fortress that can defend against an attack from a fleet..."

"Now we need to relax, find a nice place to have a drink and have some fun. If it doesn't affect your health, I will also allow the soldiers to have some love here."

"Now we need to arrange for a furlough, put the greenskins into the barracks, and wear down their strength with round-the-clock training, and put the farts into the battleship graveyard to show them what's still there beneath the adamantium and ceramite."

The young captain said, "You are always right."

"Perhaps you are divinely assisted. Perhaps the Emperor is truly by your side. He loves everyone, but he will always be partial to you..."

"I believe you, Boss."

He turned on the communicator. "Ship pulls over, the fleet rests, we need time."

"Everyone who has done their duty, we can rest now. In the name of the Emperor, let us gather our strength and wait and see what happens..."

The battleship began to shut down, the power reactor was almost half-resting, and the smoke of war also dissipated here.

Taylor was ready for his mini-vacation, so he took his brothers to the naval base for a feast. This place had been a trading port before the Indomitus Crusade, and now, under Guilliman's transformation into a military base, it also had some trading capabilities.

A large amount of supplies are circulating in it, and it highlights the fact that whoever has money is the boss.

Taylor generously rented a building in the entire hive as a legion dormitory, one to isolate the contact between the greenskins and ordinary people, and the other to allow the brothers to recuperate.

After all, the bedrooms on the ship are feet to feet and head to buttocks, and there is no private space at all in order to save space.

The Imperial Guards were not sailors after all, so days like this were truly miserable.

When he was ready to rest, Taylor ate his meal while watching intelligence from the front lines.

After all, it was all a farce of aliens and chaos, and he enjoyed watching it.

The Chaos traitors were naturally ready at this moment, hoping to massacre the fortress.

This is normal, their greed is as unstoppable as the gods they worship.

But the core forces of those Chaos traitors were all demons, and Taylor was not afraid of the core and had several anti-psychic devices deployed throughout the fortress.

By then, those demons will most likely turn into kittens. Even though they are still deadly to ordinary people, facing the Skadi and Greenskins, those demons will probably just be targets and sandbags.

This is why Taylor did not choose to act rashly, because his playing style is the most stable at the moment.

After finishing a bowl of hot chowder, Taylor tore open the freshly baked bread and fried bacon, ate with relish, and looked forward to those minions of Chaos coming to him to test the effects of the equipment.

New battle reports have arrived.

Information from the Empire is delayed by about 4-6 days, depending on how far the local troops are from the battle.

Even so, Taylor only saw news about planets invaded by Chaos being completely devoured.

The bare surface, the disappeared hive cities and chaos engines, the entire planet is left with only an empty surface.

"What a ghost..."

"Where are the demons and Chaos worshippers?"

Taylor couldn't help but stop what he was doing.

At this moment, the boys who were eating with him also raised their heads.

Roland asked. "Boss, what's wrong?"

Taylor said. "It was attacked by the Zerg. It was a chaotic world."

"It was a complete meal, but it was different from what I expected."

"The biomass content in Chaos's location is low. Large-scale sacrificial rituals and massacres, as well as the demons themselves, cannot be devoured. They are worthless to the Zerg."

"In other words, they are deliberately clearing up the chaos, just like..."

Taylor said this in disbelief. "Damn it, the Emperor..."

"Those things are weapons of war against demons. The Zerg don't like to be disturbed. Apparently, Chaos is also a resistance."

"Those things are the Grey Knights created by the Great Devourer..."

"How ironic! I must admit that some of the Empire's commanders might not be as smart as the bugs."

Taylor changed the subject and said, "Be prepared to resist the attack. They must not be full!"

"If we don't want to become dessert, we must prepare our weapons and equipment!"

(End of this chapter)