Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 493 Expedition
This was not a good job. To be precise, the cold and painful place of Skadi had nothing to do with Taylor.

He was a Macragge, not a Skadi, but could a man really abandon his origin so easily?
Taylor didn't like the cold there, nor the hunger in his hometown, the lack of food, clothes, heat, and even their star stayed away from Skadi.

It was a place that seemed cursed, with only industrial pollution that could not be cleaned up and endless low-quality metal mines.

That world was completely drained by humans hundreds of years ago, and the few remaining resources have now become everything needed to feed hundreds of millions of people.

As a result, Skadi, like most hive worlds, is only famous for its cheap manpower and cheap workers, and secondly, the Skadi Imperial Guard has a glorious past.

Even so, it was only the past. Thousands of years of history could erase all the glory, and it was not a place as famous as Krieg.

To be precise, over the long years, there were very few commanders who could reach the top of the empire who were of Skadi origin.

Like most of the hive worlds that can be found throughout the Empire, even its destruction seems merely ridiculous or insignificant.

The Empire had abandoned hundreds of worlds of this size, rendering Skadi even more irrelevant.

But facing the Regent's gaze, Taylor still found it difficult to say that his hometown was worthless.

It's not that he has no feelings for that cold place, but that twisted and weird emotion is full of disgust and uneasiness.

Compared to Macragge, that place is a garbage can.

But that is also the only home of the Skadi people, and now she is in the hands of Chaos. This has always been a serious concern for Taylor.

After hesitating for a long time, he raised his head and said to Guilliman.

"Regent, Primarch, Lord Guilliman, I have long lost all affection for my homeland."

"I've already done everything I should have done there. You can't use that kind of place to force me to work there."

"By the Emperor and all His saints, Lord Guilliman, my old friend."

"I do not recommend this war..."

“It unfolded so rapidly and quickly.”

"I do not wish to taste such a massive defeat, nor do I dare to face those Chaos Fangs. I am confident that I can hold Macragge. You do not even need to give me any troops."

Guilliman stood up. The Armor of Fate looked so magnificent and beautiful on his body. It was already a work of art, and now it looked even more beautiful.

He said seriously, "How can I give you confidence? How can I get you to act? I need you, the general. I also need your decisiveness and acumen to break through the thorns and obstacles!"

"I do not wish to dictate to my friends the authority of the Imperial Regent, the Lord of Macragge, or the Thirteenth Primarch, and I do not understand this at this time."

"You can embark on a long and deadly journey for the Empire, but you dare not step into the Dark Side of the Empire again?"

This question stumped Taylor, he really didn't dare to say it.

To be precise, this time he realized his own fragility and delicacy, because he was just an ordinary person.

He lacked the ability and courage of the Primarch, the wisdom and bravery of the Space Marines, and his exaggerated modified body.

He had nothing, or so to speak.

He only had his own passion and good brothers, but he didn't dare let those brothers go to carry out those terrible wars.

Nor did he dare allow the Valhallans and Kriegs, who had finally escaped the dark side of the Empire, to once again engage in those endless wars. He was not a radical tactician, nor was he a god of war with the courage of the Sun Lord, Macharius.

He was just an ordinary man who wanted to retire on Macragge and live a happy life with his wife and children in the capital of Ultima Segmentum.

Now he was going to be the mortal leader of the entire empire?
Become another supreme leader comparable to the Inquisition, the Ecclesiarchy, and the Space Marines?

In wartime, his position might even be higher than that of the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard and the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy.

Obviously, if he did this, the power he could obtain would be no different from that of the high lord who once had the power to cover the sky with one hand.

But he didn't want to, and couldn't.

He refused the appointment again, Guilliman said helplessly.

"I will cancel your eternal service contract and give you what you need. I don't need you to protect Macragge because you are the biggest threat now."

"You have too many unstable xenos forces on your hands, and I must keep you on Macragge to protect you from the extremists."

"Be it Eldar or Greenskin, Tau or Necrons, you're involved in them all, even having connections in Chaos."

"Taylor, you are the biggest danger, that's clearly the case."

Taylor looked at his rank after hearing this. "I'm a little reluctant, but I admit it."

"I'm a dangerous person. I'd better never set foot in the void in my next life. It's best if those things never encounter me again."

He took up his military rank, which was something he had told Guilliman long ago. If one day he could become a threat to the Empire, he would take the initiative to retreat.

But when his palm touched his moderately high Imperial Lieutenant Colonel rank, a wave of bitterness welled up in his heart.

He couldn't let go, and frankly said that he couldn't let go. Although he complained more than once that he was a soldier, everything he had was given by his military career.

His meaning, his dreams, his brothers.

It was obvious that if he left the army at this time, Taylor would get everything he wanted, but he couldn't let go.

He was a soldier, even if he was unqualified, even if his head was full of tricks and nonsense and he knew almost nothing about military discipline and the art of war.

Obviously he couldn't have been a good officer by worldly standards, but he did many wonderful things.

He was breathing slightly faster at this moment, and looked at old Tychus for help, but this time the stern old man did not speak again.

So do his brothers. After all, everyone knows that Taylor's dream is to live a comfortable life.

Secondly, he must make his own decision: to fulfill his dream, or to continue to sacrifice his life for this rotten giant of an empire...

Finally, Taylor let go of his hand painfully and said.

"By the Emperor, I truly do not wish to die in battle, but my brother will continue his service. Guilliman, you will continue the expedition as well."

"If that's the case, why not let me watch you perish? At least I'll die knowingly!"

"I will mobilize all the means at my disposal to contribute to this war. This time, we will change the entire universe..."

(End of this chapter)