Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 47 Green Devil, Part 1
Catachan is a dead forest world, and those born upon it are given the name Catachan.

That world does not have advanced space technology, so the only way to leave that world is to join the Imperial Guard.

It's just that most people think that Catachans are honorable and powerful, but also barbaric and ridiculous. Because of their eccentric personalities, the Military Affairs Department has more than once promoted them as barbaric apes, and even called them sub-humans.

Whether it was because of how many commissars they had killed, or because they didn't like the Ministry of Military Affairs' regular supply lists, or their reputation for being too barbaric.

And Taylor knew the source of their notoriety, because in Catachan, no matter what your background and family are, no matter whether you are noble or not, it doesn't matter to them.

This kind of character makes most Imperial officers, especially those who are flashy and have no clear achievements and merits, become despised by Catachan.

But Taylor's first question was, "Catachan!? Is this the same world as the Death Forest? I knew the Military Affairs Department wasn't so kind!"

The female officer immediately held his head down and replied, "I don't know what you're thinking, kid. If this were Catachan, you'd be dead long ago."

Taylor replied with a smile. "That's great news."

The Catachan woman took a deep breath and left with her brothers. They were arrogant and indifferent, and had no interest in Taylor.

She finally said, perhaps with good intentions or perhaps mockingly, "It doesn't matter. There are demons hiding in the forest here. If I still see you in a few days, it means you are indeed good."

"At the moment, I'm quite optimistic about you." She gently loosened her hand and returned the blade to its original owner.

Obviously, judging from the current situation, he is not classified as weak or incompetent.

Taylor ignored the warnings and began to arrange the next battle situation out of boredom. He didn't know much about this world.

First of all, this is a star system located in the Extreme Star Field, the Roland Purple Curtain Star Zone. It is called Karu, which means green or forest or something in the local language.

It's beautiful here. The huge treetops and humid air form a fascinating green landscape. The rich biological resources and environment make Taylor worry about the next attack from the swarm of insects he will face.

As for the combat briefing?
There wasn't much valuable information written on it. The information Taylor could discern was that something was harassing this place, and he needed to stay here to ensure his safety.

Frankly speaking, their core purpose in coming here was actually to deal with the local greenskin problem, which was rampant but still under control.

Taylor didn't understand why they came here on their own, especially when there were already about 60 Catachans stationed there.

The biceps of those macho men are so exaggerated, holding melta guns, even Space Marines can touch them.

In contrast, Taylor knew very well what his situation was. He was just a poor guy who hoped to be discharged from the army as soon as possible and go home to open a small shop or become a landlord.

Frenstein's engine churned up the dirt, and the shovel's blade tore through the damned mud with ease.

Watching the mud covering Ferenstein's beautiful shell, Taylor laughed for the first time.

"Haha, look, our team logo is gone."

Ms. Katie replied dissatisfiedly. "Boss, you are not responsible for washing the car, but we have to do more work!"

Taylor replied nonchalantly, "Being busy is part of life."

The girl from Lightling asked. "Will you help us wash the car?"

Taylor answered firmly. "Absolutely not!"

Amidst a flurry of exclamations and wails of disappointment and anger, Frenstein arrived at the station.

He and his team began to station in a fortress inside the forest. The place was divided into two floors. The lower floor was an ammunition depot and storage room, and the upper floor was a concrete structure that could accommodate about 30 people. It was round and spacious.

The round building had a large "number seven" written in white paint on the side.

At the moment, the only drawback here is that it seems too cold and deserted as their "home" for the next few months.

As Taylor and his team entered, an officer from the Planetary Defense Force, who had been stationed there for some time, immediately began to report the situation in a serious manner. There were about 20 of them, responsible for maintaining the basic operations of the facility, and their weaponry consisted of only the most basic firearms.

Taylor was very familiar with the cloth clothes they wore and the metal shells that imitated the Imperial Guard's bulletproof vests.

The officer looked very young, with a large military rank painted on his helmet. This was supposed to boost morale, but it was also quite stupid.

It's basically like saying.

"I'm an officer, shoot here!"

In comparison, Taylor's equipment looks simple and unpretentious, but they are things that only elites can enjoy.

Whether it's the carapace armor that's defensive enough, or the plasma or lictor blade that's powerful enough to open the shell of a Space Marine.

This officer was probably a short-sighted person. His father might be a high-ranking official, so he climbed up at a young age. When he saw that Taylor was about the same age as him, he got bored and went back to play cards after the handover.

Katie said angrily. "How could he treat an Imperial hero like this!"

Taylor replied nonchalantly. "It's okay."

Then he picked up his ornament, which was a beautiful portrait of the Emperor, which he had commissioned from the Titanium people. It was full color, high definition, and resistant to corrosion and moisture.

He hung it in his room and said piously, "Lord of Mankind, you are always so wise, great Emperor, can you tell me?"

"Will I be able to retire normally, get married and have children in this life?"

The Emperor remained silent, and Taylor also laughed and cried. After all, it was not easy for him to survive until now, so how could he still ask for the Emperor's blessings?

But don't be too greedy. Billions of humans in this universe believe in this existence. As long as the Emperor glances at him, he will be satisfied.

The unconditional piety could not impress this being. Taylor prepared his weapons and equipment and prepared to get some dinner nearby.

But just as he stepped out of the room, the lights in the entire room suddenly went out, the soldiers here were basically in chaos, and the arrogant young officer was shouting.

Embarrassed.

He yelled quickly, "Hurry up and start the backup power!"

Soon, an unpleasant sound came from the buzzing burning generator, and when the lights came on again, the young officer standing in the fortress suddenly knelt down.

To be precise, his head was gone, splattered on the wall like torn ketchup, and his body tilted to one side due to the huge impact, just kneeling on the ground, and then slowly fell down due to the pull of gravity.

The entire concrete fortress suddenly fell silent. Taylor picked up the telescope and looked into the distance, only to see a flash of green.

He was quite uneasy at this moment because he saw the thing clearly.

That's a set of power armor, used by Space Marines.

There was a lot of decay and filth on it, but Taylor could still see clearly that it was the symbol of an ancient legion.

They were called the Fourteenth Legion Death Guard.

And now, they are traitors to the Empire, toys pampered by their loving father, fallen Space Marines.

Taylor had to smile bitterly.

No wonder Catachan couldn't handle it...

Then he shouted in a tone of self-deprecation, "Take cover!"

(End of this chapter)