Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 411: An Accidental Strategy

The Emperor is above.

Taylor lowered his head, looking at the long bill, and for the first time felt what Guilliman was thinking.

Of course, those expenses were just a drop in the bucket for his treasury. Even if those old guys ate and took away all the old and young in their families, their consumption was only one-tenth of what Taylor squeezed out on Alert Star.

It's a bit unfair to the little girl, but she can exchange money for an absolutely loyal and well-trained planetary guard and the opportunity to be helped in times of difficulty.

How many governors dream of this?
After all, the Milky Way is so dangerous. Who knows whether the thriving world under his throne will face a catastrophe in the blink of an eye in the next moment.

Thinking of this, Taylor suddenly felt that this business might be unexpectedly reasonable.

Instead of going through the trouble of extorting money and making war profits, he could simply persuade the governors to pay for their own armies.

Now that he has the greenskins as the manufacturers, he can train and distribute weapons at the same time, and even if the goods made by the greenskins are of poor quality, they are much better than nothing.

Besides, his boys have all received serious training. Although the things they make are not as exaggerated as those of the Mechanicus that can be used for hundreds of years, a ten-year warranty is still no problem.

Thinking of this, Taylor suddenly felt that the losses were no longer important.

And the relationship with the Imperial Navy must be cultivated, after all.

Orbital bombardment and air superiority are so lovely.

Compared with slow-moving barrages and large-scale concentrated bombing, air supremacy means a wider field of view, and orbital support means the ability to quickly clear out the enemy's core forces.

After all, even if it is a big demon, it will have to roll back to the warp after being hit by a light spear.

Even a Titan would be shattered into pieces if hit by a heavy macro cannon!
At this moment, Taylor generously allocated those resources, which could even be considered his biggest expense during this period, but he was certain that the returns would be greater.

After all, those captains are all well-known veteran officers with good connections and combat capabilities.

Warships that can survive to this age without being retired have some heritage. Their naval soldiers are almost one with the warships, and a set of skills are passed down and improved from generation to generation.

After all, a void metal city with tens of thousands of people is another name for a battleship.

Thinking of this, Taylor was a little less worried about the Zerg.

It turned out that his idea was indeed good.

As the swarm of insects with slightly strange red stripes approached, a large number of warships' artillery fire and fortresses' counterattacks followed.

The Zerg were beaten and fled in panic by such attacks. After all, they were rarely effectively stopped in advance. It can even be said that most worlds only realized their existence after the Zerg arrived.

If the Empire hadn't been keeping a close eye on Chaos, these bugs might have already feasted on the creatures.

Secondly, the tactical thinking provided by Taylor accurately hit the Zerg's weaknesses. In addition, this force seemed to be a specialized force and was not very strong in the void war.

Soon, the bugs showed signs of fatigue, and if hunger had not driven them towards the fortress, the artillery fire would have been enough to drive them away.

However, this group of insects was quite flexible and suffered no obvious losses in the tug-of-war that lasted for about half a month. If the activities of the insects did not require the consumption of biomass, they could probably have lasted longer.

But Taylor actually noticed something was wrong, for example, they were quite hungry, so they tried to attack the fully armed fortress even though there was not much biomass here.

Most swarms will just test the waters and then leave.

And they were obviously really hungry.

And given that they have strange dark red stripes, they have demonstrated exaggerated psychic abilities in several battles, even attacking warships with powerful psychic energy.

Obviously, they should be something specially produced to clean up demons.

Apparently, the Great Devourer also realized that while his tactics were powerful, they weren't a one-size-fits-all solution. A psychic force specifically designed to kill demons...

It's really crazy.

Taylor memorized the dark red bugs and began organizing the work of entering the Octavius sector.

Frankly speaking, he didn't want to go at all, but when he arrived at the door, he was given a surprise: a brand new Zerg fleet, different from the Behemoth and Kraken fleets, but completely unique individuals.

God willing, who knows how many surprises lie within this star region?
But to be honest, Taylor had some, a little bit of expectation.

Risk usually means reward. If he successfully travels through this crazy place of Octavius, he might find something good that would impress even Guilliman.

Taylor rarely had this feeling, as strange as the feeling one gets when one realizes they're going to get rich, but it was always accurate.

But this time it’s probably not a trivial matter like picking up a few credit points on the roadside. Chaos, Greenskins, Zerg, and Empire are all here.

Clearly, there's some real treasure here.

Although Taylor is not as greedy as the wandering businessman, he also hopes that he has enough cards in his hand.

Frankly speaking, he was already a somewhat famous war lord in the Milky Way, but he did not have much power at his disposal.

After all, he was born as an imperial officer and is still serving in the army. He cannot organize his own forces as quickly as other prominent people.

The empire would not allow officers to expand their own armies.

But Guilliman hoped that Taylor would help him, and the Ork army was the result of his acquiescence.

If someone asks about the situation of these orcs, Taylor can just wave his hand and say that they are mercenaries.

After all, no one would seriously care about the situation of a group of aliens.

This is similar to the Sub-Staff system that Guilliman created to circumvent the Codex Astartes he himself wrote.

Don’t ask, if you ask, it’s outsourcing, if you ask, it’s not staffed.

Why do they have supply orders? Why do they have service pay and pensions? It's because of human rights. Soldiers who fight for the empire should be taken care of!

And these greenskins don't even need to retire.

Their lives are almost endless and exist only for war.

Thinking of this, Taylor realized that he had accidentally found a way to make him stand up straight and speak.

Although, it is a bit disgusting, a bit unfaithful, a bit heretical, and a bit alien.

But old man Guilliman said so.

you can!

Taylor didn't think that one day he would bring green skins to fight on Terra, nor did he think that he would be called the second generation of beasts.

Thinking of this, he was ready to step into Octavius.

However, when he saw the bare planets among the stars and the wreckage of Chaos warships scattered all over the ground, Taylor's thoughts were once again drawn back to the real universe...

The bunch of rotten fish and shrimp in his hands probably aren't enough to fill the gaps in the Behemoth Swarm's teeth...

(End of this chapter)