Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 501 Potential Alliance?

A good meal is paired with good wine. If every Space Marine is as generous and humane as the Fenris brothers, then Taylor's beer belly is just around the corner.

Of course, fatty liver disease was probably not far off, which was obviously a bit too ironic and spicy considering that he had just eaten a large portion of greasy black pepper fried deer liver.

But when he recalled the unique greasy feeling in his mouth, the fat that the herbivores of Fenris had painstakingly stored, and the various vitamins secreted before surviving the cold winter, now all became his.

And those crucial things are just for satisfying his appetite.

However, Taylor is not an animal rights activist. He is eager to get more money and even wants to raise those things and do some import and export business.

Unfortunately, the Fenris creatures have extremely bad tempers, and no one can keep them in captivity. Moreover, the small number of elk species makes it difficult to breed them.

Thinking that those fat things would soon become extinct, Taylor's stomach felt a little moved. Or maybe it would be nice to set up a Death World gourmet restaurant after the empire settled down.

The food from Catachan, Krieg, and Fenris can be adjusted and optimized in taste so that ordinary people can eat it.

After Guilliman and Lion make those cruelties and madness become history, it would be a good job for him to open another one in many worlds and make a fortune.

Taylor realized at this moment that he had come up with a brand new track on the spur of the moment. In this era, everything is in ruins, and with his financial chain and foundation, this plan will definitely succeed.

And producing those ingredients is one of the few good things that can happen to the Fenrisians, Catachans, and Kriegs, the hard-working and meritorious heroes of the Empire.

When the war is over, those death worlds will most likely remain the same, maintaining madness and death all day long, and the cold or radiation will still destroy people's minds and bodies.

Is this mercy? Taylor didn't know. He only knew that this was not what he needed to do at the moment.

What he needed was to deal with the scum who betrayed the human race and clean up the fleas that fell from the bodies of the four gods.

Those demons and traitor Space Marines are a tough job to deal with, and now Guilliman and Lion are so bold that they want to wipe them out in one wave?
Was it Dora Kaur who gave them the courage?

It was obvious that Taylor's butterfly wings were a bit too strong. If things continued to develop like this, the warp might collapse, and then the Emperor would stand up and humans would learn to use the webway.

Next, the Emperor himself called Taylor the Lord Protector of the Realm, and the entire ceremony celebrated the entry of mankind into the Golden Age.

Apparently, the biggest nightmare of the gods and most aliens is this, to be swept into the dustbin of history by humans.

Afterwards, will the human empire become a super civilization like the Zerg, flattening an entire galaxy, and then step into the same historical stage as the ancient saints?

The Emperor would probably wake up laughing in his dreams, after playing Stellaris for 40,000 years, he finally graduated.

Of course, Taylor could only vaguely remember that Stellaris was a game, and that it was somewhat similar to this damn world.

Of course, he remembered this damn game, which was already vague in his memory, because of those titanium.

These guys are so sci-fi, and they are always stumbling forward in the vast galaxy, but their pace is radical and fast.

Their short lifespan is almost the best contribution to this behavior, but the peculiarities of some of their genetic sequences mean that there are often long-lived people in the Titanium tribe who are over 200 years old.

Those people are probably leaders, heroes, and those attributes extend their lives as if it were natural.

This seems to be related to the special body structure of the Titanium people. Just like the orcs, the number of cell divisions in the Titanium body that is recognized by enough compatriots will increase.

In other words, if brainwashing is used to achieve this, an ordinary Tau person will also become long-lived. This mechanism is quite unique, and Taylor realized that this race is likely to be an artificial product.

After all, whether it is the ether or the longevity mechanism, it can't be said that they are 100% similar to orcs, but they are at least 80% similar.

But this race does not have the Orks' terrifying war potential, nor their complexity and adaptability to the harshness of the galaxy.

Thinking of this, Taylor became a little wary of those races, until he saw the Titanium girl from the Water Clan beside him trembling just because she saw the wolf brothers passing by.

She was like a chicken frozen to chaff. After all, the slender and thin body of the Titanium people did look fragile.

If they were dropped into an Imperial hive alone, those unscrupulous factory owners would probably mistake them for some kind of malnourished blue-skinned mutants.

Fortunately, those guys eat very little. Their simple bodies and the lower gravity of their titanium home planet mean that they only need less than half the calories of an ordinary Imperial soldier in a meal.

And they don't need so-called vitamins because their livers can secrete all the trace elements they need, so the Titanium people only need starch to survive.

A few blocks of corpse starch (made from real corpses) and free chemical seasoning packets can provide those guys with food for a few days.

Such cheap soldiers are obviously not difficult to use. In addition, the Tau people are quite smart. If they can be incorporated into the empire, there will definitely be a lot that can be done in the short term.

They have value, and that's what Taylor needs.

Whether it's the fast-moving power armor of the Tau or the seafood-brand warships using plasma shields, those things are more useful than most people think.

Taylor said to the scared little Tau girl at this moment.

"You're not only twenty years old this year, are you?"

"Of course I'm talking about the standard Terran year, which is..." At this point, Taylor suddenly didn't know how to explain the time issue to another race.

Especially when the day as a time standard is not useful for a race born on another planet.

But the Water Clan lady mustered up the courage to answer.

"Fifteen, my Lord. By Tau standards I am five standard Terran years of age."

"I'm well aware of human timekeeping standards."

Taylor was a little confused.

Fifteen? Then her development was indeed a bit too fast.

Perhaps aware of the racial disparity, the woman replied, "I've undergone a full set of knowledge indoctrination and simulated instruction, and am proficient in the languages and terminology of 30 known ethnic groups."

Taylor felt a little relieved when he remembered that those guys seemed to have the technology to input knowledge directly into their brains.

"I can trust you, but I need an ally to help me survive the coming winter. In other words, if you want your tribe to continue, then take me to see your master, the Ether named Anwa!"

(End of this chapter)