Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 418 Meeting Kaul Again
It was the first time in Taylor's life that he had seen someone from the Mechanicus look what could be described as "sullen".

It was a rather bizarre concept, but as soon as Cawl entered his fortress and remained silent, Taylor sensed that he was genuinely angry.

After all, being shot down by your own people's artillery fire is really a bit too abstract.

For the Mechanicus, which strives for perfection and accuracy, this incident is a real stain.

Even if Taylor is heartless, he has to apologize. After all, he was in the wrong in this matter.

Fortunately, the quality of the Mechanicus's scientific research vessels is indeed excellent, and even after being penetrated by explosive bombs, they can still glide aerodynamically with their ingenious design.

Coupled with the independent engine design, the Empire did not lose a loyal and reliable genius today.

However, what made Kaul angry was not this incident, but the fact that his old friend No. 86, who was the closest to Friedrich in his hands, had died.

To be precise, the man who was resurrected almost entirely by relying on Cawl's memories, a man who lived in the Great Crusade era and was suddenly pulled into the current Desperate Empire, took the initiative to use his body as repair material after the wing of the research vessel was broken.

He climbed out of the cabin at a cold altitude, letting the broken thorns on the wings pierce his hands and feet, and supported Kohl to the ground like a rag.

The half-broken metal wing supported an unknown amount of force under his body, so that after landing, No. 86 had become a long noodle-like strip, almost two meters high. His skin and flesh were torn blood red, and his fibers were broken. It was a horrible sight.

And his last words were.

The empire today cannot afford to lose another genius!
This sentence made Kaur realize that his most successful work in this period was dead.

A former soul constructed from tens of thousands of psychic circuits, millions of memories of every detail, ten thousand years of persistence and the miracle of genetic engineering.

Call successfully resurrected his friend.

And lost him again.

Friedrich is not a consumable, and Kaul truly treats every resurrection of his as a true friend.

But he didn't blame Taylor, because if he hadn't come into this world earlier, things would have been even worse.

He will be captured by Thraka the Bonebreaker, and it remains to be seen how the volatile greenskin leader will react to Cawl.

Ultimately, the loss was due to Kaul's miscalculation. He lost his friend because of his own mistake, and this is what made Kaul most angry.

He could not fail again, not for the empire nor for himself.

Fortunately, he met the most important ally.

Cawl, now emerging from his slump, said, "By the Lord Om Messiah, it's been a long time since we last met. After Macragge, after Terra, after Cadia."

"I've updated the database many times during this time, but I still can't forget you, Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, the legendary soldier."

"But what I don't understand the most now is how you became a greenskin lord and war chief."

"The Empire has never had such a record. To be precise, I have consulted many documents, including ancient records of the Eldar and the Necrons, but this is the first time."

"Most adjectives used to describe greenskins are unpredictable, barbaric, and stupid."

"I've never seen anything like them," said Kaul, looking at the greenskins in their uniforms, their shoes so clean and shiny they almost reflected their reflections.

"Although I know they are as malleable as rubber, plastic, metal, and ceramic, my attempts to tame the greenskins have only resulted in failure and more failure."

Cawl's words were accurate. There were countless wars and powerful people who wanted to tame the greenskins in the history of this universe.

But most of them are going in the wrong direction.

They are too powerful to think about how to integrate with the Greenskins, but only how to dominate them. The Greenskins are actually a race that will resist the more they are dominated. This is in their genes, just like the innate arrogance of the Eldar and the pride of the Necrons as the overlords of the universe.

Humans also have this kind of character. It is better to say that all the powerful civilizations that once dominated the Milky Way had this orientation.

After all, no one would be humble to others after achieving a glorious history. Such an arrogant character will only make the greenskins more angry.

Secondly, although there have been cases in human history of taming individual orcs or small groups as mercenaries, such a tribal level is still incredible.

Kaul could imagine that this was probably what Bonebreaker Saraka was expecting.

A human brought out the potential of the green-skinned race, and as to who caused such waagh, it seemed unimportant to him.

Cawl realized that this ridiculous opportunity might be a rather strange one, even indescribable for both the Empire and the Greenskins.

His huge mechanical body slowly stood up and then expressed his thoughts.

"I came here to research, but the Swarm won't give me the time of day."

"God of All Things, we need war and victory."

"As always, true genius can always turn the tide and save the building from collapse."

"At least that's what I think."

Taylor perked up and asked, "So, what does the Great Sage think? Should we forge some powerful weapons or use some decisive equipment?"

Caul said, "I will bring people to take charge of the maintenance and casting of weapons and equipment. My priest and I are not those rigid and ancient Martians."

"I will forge countless weapons for the greenskins out of adamantium, including melta, heat rays, bolts, and plasma, and add my own ideas to the many details."

Taylor said a little disappointedly. "Why does it feel different from what I imagined?"

Call replied pragmatically, "Taylor, my friend."

"You know all too well about war."

"What matters most is not powerful weapons or surprise, but overwhelming force."

"Weapons and equipment don't need to be very advanced, complex, or powerful; if they're in the hands of soldiers, they'll still be difficult to control."

"We need something that is reliable, flexible, cheap and easy to use."

"If lasers can kill the enemy, there's no need to use explosive bombs. If explosive bombs can kill the enemy, there's no need to fire artillery. That's how war works."

"My arrival can solve the problem of the Greenskins not getting scrap metal supplies in the war of attrition with the Zerg."

"It can also solve the problem of their inferior weaponry always making mistakes and always being insufficiently powerful."

"If the Imperial craftsmanship is supplemented by the greenskin waagh's psychic power, then..."

Taylor couldn't help but say, "Then the most powerful army in the universe will appear on Octavius."

"If the orks' thoughts make the plasma hotter and the bombs more penetrating, then the Emperor
May the old man bless you..."

"Maybe we can win?"

(End of this chapter)