Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 510: This is still a tomb world?!
The Fire Clan warrior said in disbelief.

"Sir, I don't mean to tease you, but my translator suddenly got stuck..."

He found it difficult to describe what had just happened. After all, a translator equipped with instant computing power and artificial intelligence would obviously not turn out like this.

But Taylor just said it as if it was nothing special.

"If there is a race that has reached this point, to the point where anyone who sees it will subconsciously say their name, their fear is like it has been embedded in the genes of all intelligent creatures."

"Then this race is absolutely powerful."

"Their every move has penetrated deeper from the material plane. They have begun to affect the warp and our minds, so that weak things will be affected by them."

Taylor continued his discussion, then added, "Oh, I'm not an expert on this, but I've just been unlucky enough to always have to deal with chaos or scary things in my life."

"If you want to know more, you can go to my friend who is a real expert on this subject."

"She possesses what you call magic, and possesses stunning beauty and sensuality. Those feelings come from a supreme being, who is also the most disgusting and malevolent being in the entire universe."

"You are unable to understand too much, because your soul fire is destined to be dull."

"So, I don't recommend you continue using artificial intelligence. You should know that you are the only race in the entire galaxy that still believes in that thing."

Taylor spoke a lot of gibberish, at least to the Tau people.

It contained much about the Warp and the truth of the universe, though the Fire Caste had not yet understood that the world was not composed solely of matter.

But after following the Imperials for so long, he understood something a little bit. Perhaps there was no difference between the Greater Good and the state religion.

This was a rather depraved idea, just like the foresight he hated the most, but after fighting so many aliens and clashing with so much Chaos, he had begun to understand something.

This universe is chaotic and disordered, and it is simply a pipe dream for the Ether to want to plan it with the tiny size of the Titanium...

He has realized that his empire is not an empire, and that humanity can hardly be called hope.

That feeling of oppression, that feeling of suffocation, along with his almost collapsed faith, turned into his weird Imperial Gothic name and this ridiculous set of armor.

His confusion is fully displayed in it.

As he walked out of the hall and out of the room, he looked at his palms in pain.

He wanted to be a real life, not a puppet of the Greater Good. He wanted to taste the feeling of breathing again and see real hope.

Afterwards, he walked towards the address left by Taylor without hesitation to meet a lady who was like a mythical creature to him.

Meanwhile, Taylor finished off his wine with some snacks and some jerky.

Feeling the strong effect of alcohol working in his blood vessels, Taylor felt dizzy and then warm.

But he drank this stuff simply because it was expensive and he had saved too much before and couldn't use it all now.

Of course, his choice was not wrong. Those things were indeed hard currency, otherwise the navy would not have listened to him.

But he hadn't expected Guilliman to dote on him so much.

Everything was reimbursed for him, everything was covered, and he didn't expect Chaos to be so spineless that he was beaten back by the two Primarchs.

Now, with the exception of the Astronomican, the Dark Side of the Empire was actually quite safe in the areas governed by the Primarch. Overall, his worries were unfounded, leaving him with endless goodies to drink and cigars to smoke.

But I'm sorry, he doesn't smoke. Secondly, even if his lungs are damaged by smoking and his stomach is full from drinking, it won't solve the problem of the inventory.

The good news is that if he has descendants, those things will probably be a considerable inheritance.

Of course, he put down his wine glass and rubbed his temples.

He has been in a lot of trouble during this period.

First it was the Zerg, then the Undead. This expedition seemed destined to be full of disasters. He was a little confused about his own thoughts, and he was not sure what the Emperor thought about this matter.

He was quite confused. Things were going smoothly, but what should he do if he had to fight the undead?
This was not a good thing, and thinking of this he wanted to escape from it, open a can of beans and canned meat or something, and cook a dinner with the mixture.

But he knew very well that his deployment could not leave any gaps, not to mention that the fillers were Necrons.

He had now made up his mind to take a group of soldiers with him. Most of those people had received training on various aliens and knew that they had to destroy the core of the tomb in order to stop the undead.

Next came the people of Fenris, the Sons of Rus.

Finally, there are Taylor's good brothers and a bunch of greenskins.

At this moment, Taylor was ready and sat on Frankenstein to leave. To be frank, this machine had experienced many life-and-death experiences.

It can even be said that Taylor believes that the last battle in Valhalla almost ruined the future of this war engine.

Although this war machine has the same tough life as himself, Taylor still finds it difficult to be optimistic about what will happen next.

The Emperor, by His Majesty, reminded him of when he once asked his parents for a gift on the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension, and what he got in the end was a handmade car.

It is so similar to this stitched monster, just like life has its own unique gravity.

Thinking of this, a tremor appeared in the chariot. Taylor nervously stuck his head out, and a greasy face came up to him.

It was the head of a Space Marine, and Brother Wolf was now squatting on Frenstein like a dog, sighing as he stuck to Taylor.

"Finally I can get away from those blue noses now that I've defeated that coward in the battle suit."

"I regretted fighting him. From that day on, I have been harassed by those aliens. They called me champion and served me tirelessly."

"Now I can rest for a while, let me stay here for a while."

Taylor sighed and replied, "We're facing Necrons instead of Beetles. We might die."

At this moment, the wolf brother no longer pretended to be crazy. His expression was frozen and his tone was heavy, as if he spoke to Taylor as the real leader of the company.

"Of course, of course, my friend, you are right."

"But I'm certainly aware of the situation here. The entire army is relying on you. If anything happens to you, the expedition will be over."

"For Ruth's sake, I won't let this happen."

Taylor said with a helpless smile, "Then I'd rather obey than be disrespectful..."

(End of this chapter)