Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 423 I, the Lord of Octarius?
As the saying goes, when it comes to operations, Guilliman is second to none, and it's hard for anyone in the entire galaxy to claim to be number one.

Taylor felt that although he could not match the Primarch's amazing wisdom, he should at least have one-third of his operational acumen.

He felt that just as Archimandre could be called Little Horus, Taylor could also call himself Little Guilliman.

Of course, Taylor couldn't determine this standard, but he thought he had no problem with it.

Isn't it just green skin?

But the reality is, he knows nothing about it.

Politics, power, control, conspiracy?

Even for the greenskins, even those simple and stupid minds, it would take countless conspiracies and plans to be completely controlled.

Taylor has ideas but lacks the means. He can't put a gun on every greenskin's head or install explosives in every boss's head, right?
At least he could have done that if Belisarius Caul and Fabius Bile hadn't left.

However, Taylor soon realized that he did not need conspiracies, wise ministers and officials, all he needed was majesty.

What else can I do?
Repel the Zerg, defeat Chaos, balance the Empire, and create an alien empire of his own on Octavius?
Who is more heretical than him?
I really saw a ghost!
According to the calculations of the Inquisitor girl, in just 30 years, those greenskins will expand to an exaggerated extent, and those ugly and ridiculous things will fill the entire Octavius.

In this case, it is better to throw them into the endless dark side of the empire.

Indomitable Expedition?

Greenskin Expedition!

He wants to be the Roboute Guilliman of the Greenskins!

It's like seeing a ghost.

Taylor was almost shocked by his own idea, but it was indeed a clever and useful idea.

The Emperor is above...

Taylor mentally considered the possibility, a possibility that would draw the endless tide of greenskins into Abaddon's presence.

Let the chaos see...

Taylor suddenly remembered the tragedy on Cadia and how those damn Chaos Gods had toyed with his fate.

The old emperor is kind and benevolent, but those things only covet his soul.

He has to be extreme, he has to become.

King Octavius!
The Lord of the Star Zone, it sounds so fascinating.

A star sector is equivalent to a huge network consisting of several galaxies, and the area of Octarius is enough to rival five hundred worlds...

But this is almost no different from rebellion.

Taylor's words might come true. He would become one of the greatest threats to the entire empire, at least in the top three or even higher...

"What a devil! What a devil! This is simply forcing women of good character into prostitution."

"By the Emperor, I must now demonstrate my greatness and power to a host of greenskins, becoming a monster almost on par with Salakka the Bonebreaker."

Roland, one of Taylor's personal guards, said in disbelief. "Boss, what did you say?"

"This is just raising a tiger to cause trouble. We should provoke a civil war among the orcs instead of becoming the orc emperor."

"If you ask me, we don't need to think too much about it. The most important thing is to make the greenskins return to their former loose and ridiculous state. The entire dynasty will collapse."

"Several tribes, biting and fighting each other."

Then Taylor said, "Eventually, it will become a new, massive dynasty, even more powerful and massive than our current one."

"I only have a few planets at hand, and the greenskin reproduction will be slowed down by our many restrictions and training."

"This is the answer. I want to be the lord of a greenskin dynasty. I want to be a legendary greenskin king."

The judge couldn't help but shake her head. "I can't just sit back and do nothing. You know my responsibilities. I can act first and ask for permission later!"

Taylor complained. "Aren't you from the Ordo Malleus? This is cross-border law enforcement," the Inquisitor said. "This is for the Empire."

But the cultist girl interrupted. "I think the idea of controlling the alien is more accurate, or more reliable."

The Lightling girl nodded. "I agree."

Roland stood with the Inquisitor and the neutral Miss Katie.

Apparently Taylor's cronies were divided over what to do with the greenskins; they couldn't make a bet on this matter.

An alien dynasty, indescribable.

If those alien warships and battle moons appeared over Terra in a few decades, even if no one knew their story on Octavius, they would become sinners of human civilization.

Damn it! This was the choice before them, and what were they going to do?
The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh, so this situation seems ridiculous.

No one can be sure whether their choice will lead to a group of green-skinned orcs holding the Taylor flag and claiming to be "Imperial Orthodoxy" to drive into the solar system on battle moons.

To "restore the glory of the empire."

The problem is that this abstraction is not uncommon in the galaxy today.

But in the end, Taylor waved his hand. As the absolute backbone of the army and the only boss of the brothers, his say was enough to rival that of four or five people.

Although people's hearts and minds are not fixed and his solution does not reassure some people, Taylor's words are still quite effective.

"I have to maintain order here."

"We need this sector."

"Roland, prepare the security team and the army."

"Madam Inquisitor, I need you to organize a grand declaration ceremony in the most standard Imperial style to give those greenskins a sense of imperial shock."

"Sister Leitlin, go and copy the 'Emperor Chronicles' and find someone to write 'The Emperor is Waahhg!' It would be best if you could take a look at the outline I prepared for the 'Green Emperor' series and copy all the content in it."

"Katie, I trust you most. You have made complex plans for the next steps regarding my idolatry and religiousization."

Taylor then said, "I didn't want to resort to this, but it seems we have to do it now."

"I want to become the Lord of Octavius. This way, I can not only strengthen myself with the Waghh position, but also form a fleet that can shake Abaddon through the greenskin troops and fleets."

"Hold a ceremony and announce this."

"For the Emperor's sake, I hate ceremonial attire."

"But I actually wore it on my own initiative this time. I'm really crazy."

Roland said, "I admit that."

"Boss, you are really crazy."

Taylor looked at the outskirts of the fortress and couldn't help sighing.

“If this world is not crazy, there will be no future.”

"Prepare the weapons and equipment for the ceremony."

"Get the men ready."

"I'm going to be announcing that in the next few weeks."

"I will be Lord Octavius, Lord of the Orcs of Ultramar, Greenskin Guilliman!"

The Inquisitor couldn't help but say, "Are you serious?"

Taylor conceded. "Maybe?"

(End of this chapter)