Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 489 A Real Vacation

That massive fleet wasn't even the largest in the world when the ships came to anchor over Macragge.

After all, this is the home planet of the Ultramarines and the core of the Five Hundred Worlds. The elite fleets from the Ultramar Guard and many warships of the Ultramarines are anchored here.

Of course, even so, the number of fleets under Taylor's command can still be ranked among the top three, and it is considered huge within the empire, but this is premised on the addition of the Dark Angels.

Now Taylor went to Macragge to discuss the issue of supplies. After all, even the Five Hundred Worlds were not rich enough to meet the needs of a huge fleet with just a few donations.

This was a considerable bill for the Macragge people. Even though Taylor's fleet was guaranteed by the Regent, he himself was the temporary commander-in-chief of the Macragge Guard.

But getting that outrageous amount of money still required approval. Fortunately, the person in charge was Taylor's old acquaintance and former boss.

She was a woman of extraordinary beauty. Frankly speaking, Taylor's core aesthetic was still within the scope of Asians, and there were never a small number of Asians in the empire.

But a typical European woman can set aesthetic standards across races.

He had only seen followers of Slaanesh moving others with a simple beauty similar to that of a work of art.

That’s right, this man is the logistics officer appointed by the Regent and the head of the entire logistics department.

She is extremely powerful, with a merchant family behind her that runs the trade network of the entire Extreme Star Field.

Such power certainly did not come from her family alone. She had managed everything in an orderly manner in just thirty years, and Taylor could now smell the scent of her body from a long distance away.

It was the smell of lust; she might have already surrendered to Slaanesh, but considering she was about to meet with the Regent, that was probably impossible.

In other words, her rights are probably traded through body, which naturally includes herself. After all, the only two ways for humans to have intimate relationships with other humans are sex and umbilical cord.

It was efficient, but also despicable, and the wandering merchant now understood it well. She still looked young and beautiful, only in her early 20s.

Although Taylor is now 30 years old physically, he is over 60 according to the Empire Records. With his baby face and no beard, he looks about 26 at most.

But this lady is now in her 50s, at least 50, but still looks glamorous.

This can probably be thanked to the empire's exaggerated rejuvenation technology, which is enough to really borrow another 500 years from heaven.

The woman remained blunt and said, "I'm looking forward to having your seed make me or someone in my family pregnant."

"Women of our race always expect the best. If it weren't for the fact that the Space Marines already have reproductive isolation, I hope Lord Calgar can also contribute."

"Now tell me what your rejuvenator did to make it seem like only four years had passed in a long time."

She was very interested in this topic, and it was obvious that eternal youth was attractive to every ruler.

Taylor was a little undecided. He could feel the other party's desire, and his affairs were closely related to the subspace.

At this moment, he suddenly became interested. Maybe this could give his former boss a little warning.

Taylor said teasingly. "Warp preservation. I've spent over 25 years in the High Heavens (Warp)..."

This sentence completely lost the lady's interest. She certainly knew very well what the subspace represented. It was almost the embodiment of all human fantasies.

But the subconscious of intelligent creatures completely destroyed that place. The unconscious thoughts in the minds of intelligent creatures constituted everything in the subspace, and the strong emotions shaped those things into demons and hostile things.

That was crazier than a dream, and this rational and calculating person would certainly not touch it. She just raised her delicate hand and covered it with a red wax that represented rights and permissions.

That was no ordinary mark, but a complex mechanical structure with a microscopic meditator inside, representing the supreme imperial power of the empire and also meaning the highest priority.

The red sealing wax means that the entire empire must make concessions for this matter, whether it is human life or the survival of a world.

Of course, all Taylor had to do was fill his fleet's warehouses.

He left with the approval and handed the brown paper to the captain who had been waiting at the door. He stretched and walked out of the magnificent door of the logistics department.

He looked at the pale golden architecture of Macragge and the vast architectural wonder.

People live and work here in peace and contentment, and the light of the stars can be spread underground instead of being completely blocked by damn buildings.

This was what Guilliman had dreamed of.

A world belonging to human beings is extremely beautiful.

Taylor smiled slightly, after all, he had seen too many cruel scenes.

This place is like heaven.

It is obvious that Macragge is a place with outstanding people, comfortable and relaxed.

He has a home in this place and a piece of land that belongs to him. Although it has not been realized yet, the Regent's promise is obviously priceless.

At this moment, he naturally led his soldiers towards the Macragge Guard Military Academy in Macragge, as if those people came from there.

They swaggered into the mess hall and leisurely began to enjoy the Macragge Guard's lunch.

Although it is a military academy, they are unable to stop the Imperial Guard, especially Taylor's reputation is well-known in the Extreme Star Field.

This is also the tacit rule within the Imperial Guard, that is, the superior forces can have absolute power over the subordinates.

This was because the Empire had been in a state of internal emergency again and again, and the lack of good commanders of the Imperial Army had experienced several bad situations.

For example, their soldiers have been exhausted and others do not obey orders. Of course, there are also people like the old one-eyed man who can turn the tide and integrate the army.

But such heroes are ultimately a minority, and most officers cannot do it, but the empire needs them, so the price is that lower-level soldiers may have more fathers at any time and anywhere.

Of course, everyone tacitly agreed not to use this order unless something happened to the commander of the other legion or he was really useless.

However, Taylor and the chief instructor here are old friends, so he can naturally enjoy it now.

Secondly, he did that in order to hear a familiar voice.

The voice was old but powerful now, high and rapid, shouting with a roar. "Taylor! You've grown wings!"

Taylor wiped the liquid from the corner of his eyes and answered while biting into the Macragge-style (Mediterranean-style) stew cooked in the cafeteria here.

"Of course!"

(End of this chapter)