Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 485 I, E-Devil
War always has many surprises, both good and bad, and Taylor can never tell what will happen next.

It is possible that problems should not occur in the most unlikely places, such as several important artillery platforms suddenly being paralyzed, just because a few brain-sick recruits pressed the wrong button when reloading gunpowder.

It is also possible that this thing will appear in the hands of the enemy, and it is more likely that everyone will have problems.

Therefore, the outcome of a war is not determined by who is stronger, but by which side makes fewer mistakes. This is why military officers are always as serious as fathers, either meticulous or angry about mistakes.

Because of the mistake of one private, the situation that may have resulted in the death of the entire company.

They are like patriarchs, and must meticulously detect all potential problems or possible situations.

Everyone should be grateful to his captain. Taylor was also very grateful to his former company commander, at least that was the case before that uncle had his head blown off by an orc bomb.

The second officer he liked most was probably old Tychus, although the old man was always strict and meticulous, with a high neck that never lowered.

But times have changed, and the old Tychus Taylor sees now has lost the backbone he once had, and his neck has become soft.

But Taylor didn't blame him. No one could stand seeing a hero grow old.

He was very open-minded about this and even felt that one day the emperor would do the same. Of course, no one in the empire knew about this outrageous idea.

Now, as Taylor looked at the vague strategic map, his inner thoughts became clear.

He wanted to be a patriarch like Tychus, who could take control of everything here and end the war in an orderly manner.

But it turned out that he couldn't do it, because that method couldn't solve the current situation.

Besides, he and old man Tychus will never see eye to eye.

Naturally, it is impossible to learn his fighting methods.

He was always called a miracle by the people of the empire, not because of his superb command. In such a vast empire, there would always be geniuses as great as Caesar and Napoleon.

There is also no shortage of stories about humans defeating demons and aliens.

But the ones who can truly change this cruel universe are not those people, but the madmen.

Cawl is a madman, so is Fabius, and each Primarch is more insane than the last.

In addition to their own strength, the core of their fighting style, which is enough to change the direction of the universe, is also the key to supporting them to move forward.

Tyler has them too, but he's just really scared, so he prefers to put those things down.

He now picked up the radio and said a few familiar names.

"Sister Lightling, Katie, Roland, call our old squad, now Captain Skadige, we need to go racing again."

"Sister Krieger, our good political commissar, prepare the logistics lines and stabilize them. Keep an eye on those idiots and don't let them cut corners!"

"Brothers, grab your weapons and crawl out of the command room. Don't get so fat and strong that your big bellies are the only thing left to show how powerful we once were!"

After saying that, Taylor took a long breath, hung up the radio, and walked quickly towards the hangar.

This place has long been empty, basically every armored vehicle and tank, whether it is Chimera, Hydra, Lemanus or Rogal Dorn.

The empire needs them now, so they must serve. If one vehicle is said to have privileges, then the story it has experienced must be quite exaggerated.

A heavy armored vehicle that Taylor had not seen for a long time lay there, and it was almost unrecognizable.

If someone with discerning eyes could tell that it came from the standard chassis of the Imperial Chimera armored vehicle, then that person could definitely become a great sage in the Mechanicus.

At least many Mechanical Magos couldn't recognize what this strange vehicle was. It had strange external armor that was strictly non-Imperial, with long and exaggerated horns that made it look like an extinct Terran beetle.

The sides and top were illegally modified, not in compliance with human regulations, with melta and heavy bombs, as well as defensive armor, tracks and reinforced frames that used excessive amounts of ceramite.

Even according to the interests of the green people, this car looks so unique and advanced.

How many of these designs came from the helplessness of lack of materials and time, and how many were just things that were installed on a whim and never taken down again, so no one can study them anymore.

Now Taylor patted this huge monster. It used to be a running iron shell. Now it has been transformed by the green-skinned tech boss, protected, modified by Cawl, and transformed many times.

Its machine spirit is also loyal and reliable.

Obviously, if the empire needs a relic in the future, it will definitely be qualified and eye-catching enough.

Even the Primarch would stop and watch it when he saw it among a pile of honored Imperial vehicles.

To be honest, Taylor is proud of it and has been ridiculed by many people because of it, but for Taylor, this behemoth is his best brother.

Best comrade.

He slapped the outer armor of Ferenstein's car, making a loud metallic clang, and then opened the door.

What amazed him was that in just four minutes, the place was already full of people, with all the former legendary Skadi team gathered here.

They were ready to go, their weapons and equipment neatly on.

The girl from Lightling said, "Boss, the new sword is really cool."

Ms. Katie recalled the feel of her own steering wheel.

Mr. Roland was making the final repairs to the bombs and melta.

At the same time, an uninvited guest came again. The beautiful cult girl was still here. She said calmly in her extremely charming voice.

"I think a psychic advisor is needed here, especially when battling those demons."

Taylor cursed. "Now, how can I convince you that you don't believe in the Emperor?"

The lady replied. "I swear upon my soul that I am devoted to the Lord of Pleasure."

Taylor sat in the passenger seat with a wry smile and looked at the unique design on the Ferranstein.

A design that allows the passenger seat to climb onto the roof at any time and anywhere to brandish a sword and boost morale.

It is the only one of its kind in the entire empire.

The soldiers in the carriage had already started making coffee, and the black pot had become quite disgusting with the coffee, so that they could make rich Rekha coffee without even adding any coffee.

God knows whether the rust on this thing has been pickled into it, or whether it is a miracle created by the emperor himself.

Overall, listening to the roar of the engine that was enough to make one fall asleep peacefully, Taylor showed a lost smile.

Now he had no choice but to admit that he was the legendary Emperor's Chosen One.

Right now.

He is the old man’s E-demon.

(End of this chapter)