Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 552: Skadi Products = Good Goods
The war on the imperial front is becoming increasingly intense.

Macragge's Glory was therefore parked behind the front line, mainly because the advancement of the front line became slow, and the enemy's attack core gradually became tortuous and full of changes.

Such changes caused the Glory of Macragge to be tightly bound behind the front line and no longer dared to fight aggressively.

Now Guilliman is almost overwhelmed by this. The combat effectiveness of the Space Marines has actually made up for many shortcomings with the actions of the Fenrisians.

However, the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Guard has become increasingly deficient. Although the number of imperial soldiers is not a problem, there is a shortage of weapons and equipment.

Although the weapons and equipment made on Mars are almost inexhaustible, the long transportation distance has successfully made the prices of those things exaggerated.

As for this problem, Guilliman could only passively increase the budget to solve it, but it was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

After all, war is very expensive, and even the Five Hundred Worlds find it difficult to maintain such a large scale. If production is expanded, the pace must be slowed down, and if it continues to move forward, there will be a gap in weapons and equipment.

At the same time, many problems have begun to arise on the empire's side, especially among the empire's ordinary soldiers.

Although the laser guns made by Skadi made up for a large part of the shortcomings, the lack of heavy armor was still quite troublesome.

After all, the Imperial Guard relies on heavy steel torrents and artillery fire to continuously advance, and is also one of the core forces maintaining the front line.

This is being challenged, most notably by large numbers of Slaanesh forces attempting to disrupt rear supply areas.

Those fast and damnable Slaanesh Legions, with their mobility, the safety of those supply ships is quite worrying.

If it was an area near the battlefield, Guilliman would still have space to defend it, but as the battle line continued to expand, Guilliman's legion also had flaws.

Especially the huge corridor from the Empire to the Dark Side of the Empire. That void area has almost become a playground for pirates and Chaos, making the situation quite bad.

While Guilliman was in a state of panic, Taylor walked into his flagship office with a package.

Taylor first saw Guilliman tasting the food eaten by the common soldiers, and then looking at the documents in distress.

In other words, as soon as he opened the door, he suddenly realized that his superior was eating the individual rations of an ordinary soldier.

Or do you produce it yourself?
When did the empire become so destitute?
Taylor said with some distress. "I didn't expect that even Lord Guilliman would have to eat something like this."

Guilliman replied. "No, the Imperium's resources remain abundant, and we have not reached that point."

"The problem wasn't resources from the beginning. It was something more troublesome: the enemy locked the supply lines inside this star region."

Taylor asked. "Magic?"

Guilliman replied. "It was the psionic power of Slaanesh, or rather their swift and terrible guerrilla warfare that succeeded in disrupting our transport routes."

"Even if we have the money and resources, we can only maintain transportation on a few branch lines."

Taylor said helplessly at this moment. "I still want to talk about increasing production."

"Although I have no shortage of resources at hand, I am currently repairing several production lines. If successful, we will be able to produce knight mechas."

Guilliman asked incredulously. "What?"

"Knight mecha?"

Guilliman pondered for a moment, then replied, "How could that be possible? Even Mars would be difficult..."

Taylor said, "I inherited a forge world that was once a cooperative area of a Knight family, so it has the ability to forge Knight mechas." "Secondly, low-end products like these are the main focus right now. After all, something of the scale of a Knight mecha requires a tremendous amount of manpower and resources."

"Right now, I plan to focus most of my energy on the Sentinel mecha, which has a similar operating system and also walks on two legs."

"Then there's the issue of Sentinel mecha production capacity. Currently, while we don't lack minerals, we do have a shortage of promethium and manpower."

He took the package from his hand, and after the cloth spread out, a blueprint was revealed in front of Guilliman.

As a powerful Primarch, Guilliman was not as proficient in machinery and forging as his brothers Perturabo or Ferrus Malus, but he was still a powerful Primarch.

His mechanical prowess would only be greater than that of other mortals, but Guilliman was clearly more cost-effective as a tactician or man of war than as a scientist or master metalsmith.

It now seems that even if the Primarchs forged by the Emperor were not good at forging and technology, they could see at a glance how wonderful what Taylor brought was.

"The switchable high-explosive fragmentation and armor-piercing rounds, along with the reinforced armor plating, are a legacy of the Dark Age of Technology..."

"How much is one?"

"This type of mecha is already comparable to armored vehicles in terms of defense. The most valuable thing is that the production line is located within the star zone, which allows it to bypass Chaos's pursuit and interception."

Guilliman explained. "However, I disagree with your exorbitant demands. I have my own calculations regarding this matter. Brothers must settle accounts. At least, I've been very clear about this since the Horus Heresy."

Taylor replied confidently. "50 Throne Coins per unit. Ammunition is extra, but the price is reasonable."

Guilliman said incredulously. "This price is even cheaper than the original Martian ones..."

"What kind of magic did you use?"

Taylor answered bluntly. "I don't have any middlemen involved in shipping, and I don't have any Martian oilmen who need research funding."

"There are only hungry, hard-working workers waiting for their wages, and production lines looking forward to restarting."

At this moment, he transformed himself into a hard-working factory owner, claiming to be the best workers' representative in the empire.

"So how much will Lord Guilliman order to keep my workers well fed?"

The Regent replied with a wry smile. "Let's put it this way. The question is how many you can produce. A few hundred units isn't enough for us to change anything."

"If it's just a test product or a toy, I don't want to waste money."

Taylor replied. "Well, that's a bit of a headache."

Guilliman said with a hint of regret. "Really? Perhaps there's something difficult about it?"

Taylor replied. "Well, I've roughly calculated that if we go all out, we can produce tens of thousands of units a month. It all depends on whether Lord Guilliman can afford it."

"And the subsequent knight mecha..."

Guilliman stood up now and shouted, "Cancel all those orders from Mars!"

Taylor said immediately. "One more thing!"

"I have some energy issues that need to be addressed..."

(End of this chapter)