Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 436 Hire me? Can you afford it?

Going to the Bingyuan World Krieg was not a whim of Taylor, but he was indeed aware of his core weakness.

That is the lack of tactical depth during the war.

In fact, depth is not only a geographical issue but also a manpower issue. If there is insufficient manpower, even the most exaggerated geographical depth will be useless.

Especially when facing Chaos Space Marines, a fast-moving unit with airdrop capabilities and almost no regard for terrain.

Sufficient manpower is crucial.

Krieg is the perfect choice, but so far, no warships or worlds within the Empire have established contact with Krieg.

Although they are powerful recruiting worlds, due to the requirements of the Codex Astartes written by the Imperium's insane Primarch, infantry worlds like Krieg do not have permanent warships.

The Empire has always been like this. It has a huge navy, but the battleships will never appear when they are needed, just like the superheroes in the comics who are always late.

But this is not a comic book after all. The result of being late is that one planet after another will become a death world, or a nest of chaos and aliens.

At the same time, the vicinity of Krieg's world happens to be filled with chaotic forge worlds and Eldar pirates.

Obviously, it is difficult to enter the star system where Krieg is located from the outside.

Even with the number of the Damocles fleet, it would not be easy to break through those obstacles. Taylor chose a more secure approach, which was to hire pirates to engage in a dog-eat-dog fight.

To be precise, it is a bounty on the pirate's head.

This is easy to say and easy to do. Anyone who brings the pirate leader's head to Camas can exchange it for money according to the amount of bad things that guy did during his lifetime.

Although it has some concept of raising insects, the money spent on actually sending a fleet to clean up is much higher than the money spent on the bounty.

In fact, there are such institutions within the Empire, but the advent of the Dark Side of the Empire has made the bounty lose its value. It is one thing, and the Empire will not pay traitors is another.

To this end, Taylor even found a famous neutral port in the local area, where he stored a large amount of money and supplies, waiting for the pirates to exchange their colleagues' heads for money.

At the same time, Taylor's fleet was disbanded and began the task of escorting the caravan, because the next few days would definitely be extremely chaotic!
At the same time, as Taylor expected, in just half a month, the originally peaceful star region was turned into a mess in an instant by the new and old grudges of various forces.

After all, this is a huge fortune that even the richest local planetary governor would envy, and some of the highest bounties have reached 500 million throne coins.

In other words, this is a huge sum of money that is enough to pay two million people a year's salary, and enough to provide tens of millions of people with food and drink for a year.

There will always be brave men when there is a big reward, and soon people came here to take advantage of the opportunity. After all, this is something that can make you a fortune and never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life.

It's one thing for some guys to think they are skilled and bold, it's another to have a team or a fleet to support, and it's another to want to settle past grievances in the name of this incident.

Soon, a large number of heads began to be stuffed into Taylor's hands in a mess. Some were fake, and some were ingenious fakes. But fortunately, the submitted heads needed to be put on the psychic lie detector of the cult girl.

Before taking the polygraph test, the cult girls also need to sign a client confidentiality agreement.

There is one copy each of the Emperor's Oath and the Four Gods' Oath, signed according to the faith of the comer, and approved by the State Religion Saint (Taylor) and the State Religion Bishop respectively, and gifts from Chaos Wizards and Chaos Chosen (captured ones).

The exchange office was crowded with people for a while because of its considerate service that catered to both black and white customers.

Until one day, all the customers disappeared. Of course, this was not because the pirates had been captured, but because a guy in black armor chopped off all the creatures that entered the space station and had a bounty on their heads.

Of course, one would be tortured if he used force in a neutral area, but the lady in black armor and the strange man in a black robe easily defeated the entire neutral port's military force with just two people.

This matter doesn't matter to Taylor. His position is much higher than the so-called neutral port owner, and this place is just a snake's nest and a rat's nest. If it's gone, it's gone. He doesn't care.

Taylor didn't come out of his office until those guys came here covered in blood.

He wasn't actually surprised. It was definitely aimed at him, and he didn't need to think about it for too long.

When the black armor, similar to the Archon armor of a creature approached, and the bloody monster came carrying a huge bag.

Taylor had to step out of his office to meet those distinguished guests.

Of course, Taylor couldn't tell whether the person who came was a priceless person or a hostile guest.

But in the end, it will probably just be a few more heads in the bag, but who they belong to is still undecided.

But the uninvited guest took off his helmet, revealing his fair, handsome face, and spoke in a paralyzed Gothic language.

"This is."

"Deposit."

"Accompany me to the Comoros once."

After saying that, the robed man at the back loosened the bag, and countless priceless heads scattered all over the ground, but no one dared to approach to pick them up.

And then the Eldar Archon said again, "Take it, the deposit."

Now the mortal servants hurried to examine and collect the heads.

But Taylor said, "No need. The Archon will not lie to me."

"The brains here are just averages, and when added together they amount to tens of millions."

“This saves me a ton of money.”

Taylor continued, "But what does the Archon want to see me about?"

The Dark Eldar girl replied, "For hire. I need you to go to Comoros. I failed to complete the mission of killing Abaddon, so I will pay you extra this time."

Taylor asked. "Do you know how many brothers and mouths I have under me, and how many missions and tasks I have?"

"You said I'd follow you, so I'll follow you? You're going to feed me hundreds of thousands of mouths and tons of fuel?"

The Archon replied, "I have no human currency."

“But I can.”

"At the same time, I can also customize a batch of spirit bone chainswords and poison crystal rifles for you to use."

"If you wish, I can create a set of Archon armor just for you in the human style."

Taylor hesitated. "Did I hear that price correctly?"

"You're probably asking me to kill a Primarch!"

But the Consul said, "No, I'm just hiring you..."

She thought for a moment, then hit upon a very, very human colloquial expression.

"I need you to keep the peace!"

(End of this chapter)