Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 426 Meeting Ryan Again
Facing a powerful enemy, I was given the task.

Regardless of whether Taylor liked the word very much, he had thought that Guilliman would consider his great contributions and prepare a comfortable logistical arrangement for him.

It was a safe and pleasant job, and the brothers would never go hungry.

Even though the logistics department now controls many things strictly, they are not too particular about food. As long as you distribute meals according to official standards, there will be no problem.

However, according to the imperial standards, there is a lot of room for maneuver, such as limiting the weight of products such as butter and cheese, and the weight of meat, starch, and vegetables.

But there are actually only two standards.

That means eating enough and not being bad.

In other words, the good stuff will be eaten up by the logistics department first, firstly because of shelf life and transportation environment issues, and secondly because of the lack of supervision of the empire's huge transportation routes.

Unless you are one of the core few famous legions, or have someone above you, even this famous legion has to exclude Krieg.

In general, Taylor was drooling over that kind of job. Guilliman had actually hinted along the way that he was going to arrange such a position for Taylor, so the usually lazy Taylor would now speed up.

After all, people like him who show undue courtesy for no reason are either treacherous or thieves. He certainly won't be interested in the work if there is no benefit.

But Taylor didn't expect that Guilliman not only changed his mind halfway, but even turned around and sold him out!

Now his fleet was to the right of the Imperial battleship, hidden in the light of a star, relying on solar flares to hinder enemy detection.

At the same time, Taylor remembered Guilliman's words when he asked him to take charge in times of crisis.

The Primarch said righteously.

"The goal of this war is not to allow you to break in, but to destroy the enemy's core transit station. Whether you succeed or not, it will only be a bonus for the empire."

"Our goal is that fortress, so there's no need to be nervous. Failure won't result in a brutal defeat."

"Go ahead and do the best you can!"

But Taylor had to admit that Guilliman's emotional intelligence in this regard was really low.

No, quite low...

If Taylor thought that Guilliman had put the entire Imperial Navy on standby just to "wait" for him, he would definitely not be alive today.

In other words, he was not stupid. He could naturally see that what Guilliman called the "main target" was a deception. It would only be ridiculous if Taylor was really deceived.

Taylor now watched anxiously as the warships tore at each other, explosions and light spears continued to explode, each one enough to take his life.

How uneasy it was, as if they were a lone boat in a storm, rather than on a huge void battleship.

After all, on the battlefield, nearly 30 warships are just vanguards, but Taylor's main combat force is only two Moon-class warships, and the others are just auxiliary torpedo fleets or reconnaissance ships.

They are not the main fleet, not even the third line. Although they are enough to make a living in any star zone, they still cannot gain an advantage on a battle line of such a scale.

This is death, without a doubt.

Taylor wasn't sure if he could make it, and this matter had already mobilized almost all of the Imperial Navy's resources and all of Guilliman's current forces.

The Damocles is now shuttling through the gaps of that damn void ship, twisting and turning. It is hard to imagine that a Moon-class ship has such maneuverability.

But thanks to Taylor's connections and throne money, many people are willing to give him the green light.

After all, money talks, and that's still true in the 40th millennium of human civilization. At the very least, convenience is better than rigidity and stupidity. If Throne Coin can transform even the most rigid of mechanical assistants into green-skinned technocrats, why wouldn't Taylor be happy with it?
A few additional plasma engines and removing some useless items, such as churches and sculptures on the ship, would make things much easier.

Of course, loyalty or disloyalty was not the issue, but losing those things would mean the ship losing the Emperor's protection, so only the Damocles, where Taylor was stationed, had such an honor.

Because he has the emperor's protection.

But now the Damocles is not only very fast, but also surrounded by several Sword-class frigates. A total of four warships are moving forward quickly, hoping to seize the opportunity during the Empire's general offensive.

Amidst the barrage of countless artillery and light spears, the Damocles quickly challenged its own speed and driving style, dodging the dense barrage of bullets while trying to keep moving under the hot wind of the sun.

It has to be said that the crew of the Damocles is the most elite. As the flagship, she now needs to find a safe, fast, and accurate route without anyone to imitate and lead.

Considering the huge size of the battleship, those movements were equivalent to a person using complex and dexterous movements to move across the battle line.

The entire ship is in unison, moving quickly and efficiently.

It's like a giant fish, swimming nimbly in the void, rather than a battleship.

Soon in the void ocean, the huge Damocles and several Sword-class tanks broke through the encirclement of the Black Legion when the Empire concentrated its attack.

Dexterous and reliable, she advanced quickly, traversing the last line of defense of the Empire's dark side, and then continued on her way.

The bridge was in chaos, the captain was yelling, but Taylor remained calm.

As the Damocles tore through the veil and entered the Imperium's dark side, a thin layer of warp sorcery was also torn apart.

Taylor and his crew stumbled forward, relying on inertia, until the entire fleet quickly left the Black Legion's firing range.

The captain cursed. "Damn Abaddon!"

The Inquisitor said, "We got away with it."

"We are out of range, by the Emperor."

Taylor said, "The mission isn't over yet. We have to find the Lion King's fleet, or at least go deeper into the warp."

"To be honest, the days ahead will probably be much easier. We just need to rely on the planets as coordinates to navigate slowly."

"Just like the old sailing ships during the Age of Discovery relied on the horizon for identification."

"This will take quite some time. We can have some rum and some idle fun like the old sailors."

"I want to throw a bottle, anyone want to join me?"

Taylor's mentality is quite bad. After all, he has tried his best, and at least there is only so much he can do.

The next question is time and courage, which he has never lacked, so he might as well take a good rest.

The captain suddenly said, "Sir, we don't need it anymore."

"We've been found."

He spoke quickly, looking at the readings on the dashboard.

"The Primarch said he has been waiting for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)