Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 433 I am the Imperial Warmaster?

The vellum and the holy emblem, the wax seal and the Primarch's words, to ordinary people in the Empire, were no different from the words of God. But to Taylor...

These days, you can be said to be sitting at home and the pot comes from the sky!
What is this Imperial Dark Warmaster? Those two superhuman brains were surprised to come up with such a niche position!
Of course, Taylor also had some thoughts. For example, maybe the Lion King had actually considered this matter in many aspects? Maybe this name could really be unexpected?
But it is difficult for the Empire today to accept the title of Warmaster. Even if people do not know the history of the Horus Heresy, they are well aware of how terrible the backlash of the title of Warmaster is.

Terra will definitely not rush into it and get his head broken and bleeding. He is not a fool!

He is even a little too smart, too smart.

Taylor realized almost instantly that Lion and Guilliman's intention was to rebel against him, and he almost immediately tore the torn paper into pieces.

Of course, the kraft paper was harder than he had imagined, and it was a bit troublesome to tear it. If his body was not covered by the blessing and waagh stance, it would be really difficult for him to do this.

Under the incredulous gaze of the herald and the incomprehensible scolding of the officials beside him, Taylor looked at those who brought him this so-called "honor" and said.

"I will not be any so-called Warmaster."

"You all know what this name means."

"I will not obey even the Primarch."

The robed official said in disbelief. "Loyalty!"

"But can loyalty save you from disaster?"

"If it were me, I wouldn't question the Primarch's choice."

"grown ups……"

"Run away... as far away as possible, into the dark side..."

Taylor ignored him, pushed the guy away, and spoke to the door of his room.

"Have you had enough of the show?"

After that, two giants walked in reluctantly, one black and one blue. Both of them looked a little playful, a little unbearable, and more of dissatisfied.

Guilliman said. "No surprise."

Ryan shook his head. "This is more troublesome than I thought."

At this moment, the mortal servants here quickly knelt down, and only Taylor said unhappily, "What's going on so early in the morning?"

"What kind of prank have you come up with to play on such a poor wretch like me? If you think I'm so idle, why not give me something to do instead of performing an opera here?"

Ryan said. "It's simple. I want to give you a chance to break away from the Empire."

"If you refuse the appointment, you will be breaking the law. If you accept, you will take the title of Warmaster. In any case, you will not be able to stay in the Empire for long."

"No matter what, you are a victim who was forced to leave by our 'stupidity'. We don't really care about the possible insults that may be directed at me and Old 13."

"And I trust your loyalty."

"After leaving the Empire, you will be able to show your talents even more. Away from the constraints of the Empire's laws, you will do things that will surprise us all."

Taylor got the point. "You mean you want me to go out and do something big on my own?"

Taylor had actually guessed it a long time ago. After all, it was unusual for only a few people to be sent to his room for such an important appointment and oath-taking.

Guilliman said. "See, I told you there's no need to go around in circles, with all the Warmaster and the squeeze."

Ryan said, "I'm mainly worried about problems within the Empire. Chaos's contamination capabilities are more exaggerated than I imagined. I need to confuse them and conceal my true intentions."

Taylor replied. "I prefer to be direct. If the Dark Side of the Empire needs my help, I'll go directly." "No need for those ridiculous things."

Ryan said. "But you don't have enough troops."

Taylor was a little helpless. He couldn't directly tell the Primarchs that he had an army of greenskins that was comparable to Abaddon's, nor could he tell them that he also had the Eldar and the Undead who could serve as external aid.

Maybe in their eyes, I am just an ordinary person who is weak but smart.

And they wanted to use that twisted method to give themselves some power. For ordinary people, it was like their biological parents being reborn, but it was of no use to Taylor.

If he really leaves the empire, he will most likely become the leader of the greenskins.

For the Emperor's sake, Guilliman and the Lion nearly did the most foolish thing.

Taylor couldn't help but say, "You two..."

Taylor was now using the donkey to get downhill. "Am I not the Governor of Camas?"

"Lord Guilliman, my boss, you promised me a vacation. It must have been a long time in the making."

"I'm going on vacation to the Dark Side of the Empire. Should that be okay?"

Guilliman said in surprise. "You mean to say you're willing to defy the Imperium's strictures and give up your own vacation time to lay the groundwork for our expedition to the Dark Side?"

He immediately looked at Taylor seriously and said, "Come out! Tzeentch! I knew you were here!"

Taylor cursed. "Go away, stop saying bad things."

"I volunteered. There's nowhere to rest these days. I originally wanted to visit the various empires' recruiting worlds, such as the famous Vencuilia gem world, Krieg's homeland, and Valhalla."

"I want to see places where there is a constant flow of talented people. Firstly, I want to find new allies, and secondly, I really want to take a break."

"Now it seems I must go to Camas first and gather some strength before making this long journey."

"The dark side of the empire is very dark. Perhaps no one can understand what I am doing."

Ryan said. "That's a solution."

"Although I don't want you to leave without our help, my orders will allow you to gain true confidants, such as the soldiers from the previous Plague War, Catachan and Cadia..."

Taylor smiled. "No, my two good friends, all I need is a few large ships of supplies and your time. You don't need to do anything more for me."

"Compared to when I first joined the army, the current situation is like heaven. I have food and drink, and brothers who are willing to follow me."

Ryan couldn't help laughing at this. "Hahaha..."

Then he said in a slightly lower voice, "If you had been born during the Great Crusade, many things might have been different."

"No, I probably wouldn't have listened to your good advice then."

"Now I can say that even a Primarch would feel lucky to have a friend like you."

Guilliman agreed. "You are an angel sent by our father."

Taylor cursed. "You guys are the angels, I'm just the unlucky one, Hive guys, you guys know exactly what I am."

"Now fill my pockets with supplies, fill the ship, and I'm going to enjoy my vacation. You owe me this, boss!"

Guilliman said unhappily. "You are the first mortal to speak to me like this in ten thousand years!"

(End of this chapter)