Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 553: Business is not wanted, the call to action comes naturally

With the Emperor in charge, Taylor, who had received the order, felt quite relaxed. After all, the production capacity for the next long time had a place to be handled, and the factory could be started at full capacity.

This made his attitude towards the Sword of Damocles quite relaxed. He ate the relatively fresh Skadi food while thinking about how to get the good things he had been longing for.

Of course, the price of a plasma heater is indeed very high, but price is still price, and when facing the highest power of the empire, the guy actually has no choice.

Taylor unfolded a piece of parchment in his hand. It was a call from Mr. Guilliman, in other words, a forced demand from the Regent.

Yes, although such means are slightly despicable, Taylor really needs to do it.

That is, to use the so-called rights to get what you want.

The scorching hot plasma heaters are enough for them to melt a lot of metal, and those things will also become the basis for the knight mecha production lines that Taylor has on hand.

In addition, the launch of the Lemanus tank production line also requires a lot of fuel and metals. Only by getting rid of the large demand for promethium can the world be truly independent.

Of course, purchasing from other places is not a bad option, but now it is a time of war, and secondly, there is the issue of fuel selection. The efficiency of promethium can no longer keep up.

A large number of forge world legacies are being activated, and the nuclear-powered refining furnaces once used in this world have long since turned into a radioactive wasteland.

Fortunately, the Imperial engine was indeed tough and durable, and Taylor successfully threw the reactor slag and nuclear waste into the void with just three transport planes.

For the Emperor's sake, those remnants are nothing in the void, their radiation will be completely consumed within the next thousand years, and then they will stop emitting heat in the cold void.

Now it seems that Taylor could have chosen nuclear fuel. After all, in the 42nd millennium of human civilization, the so-called "nuclear energy" is no longer a scary thing.

Controlled nuclear fusion has long been successfully developed and is used on most warships. As for the demand for fuel, the use of nuclear fuel is far from high.

The possibility of contamination is very low, and even if there is a problem, it will just be thrown into the void.

The only problem was that this cheap and convenient solution had a huge flaw: Taylor had no uranium.

To be precise, this thing is too useful, so it has long been destroyed by those guys in the empire through sustainable exploitation.

Obviously, the pits dug by previous generations for later generations to step on can only be regarded as the basic operation of human civilization. The good news is that the sun, or stars, is indeed an inexhaustible treasure trove of resources.

Let's put it this way, Taylor's idea is to free them from the problems of resource consumption, and it would be best if they could continue to maintain their advantage by relying on their own industrial capabilities after the world is drained.

So a complete plasma heater stc becomes a necessity.

With the Emperor above him, Taylor was determined to get it, so before returning to his own territory from the front line, Taylor deliberately visited the jerk who had rejected him before.

Now the arrogant planetary governor was kneeling on the ground, his fat body wriggling like a worm, wrapped in gorgeous clothes and emitting a disgusting smell.

It was like sweat mixed with that unique scent of imperial incense, with the smell of steak and red wine.

His high collar looked like peacock feathers, and even when he was lying on the ground, it looked fancy and huge.

Now Taylor sat on his throne, looking at the small piece of metal, barely the size of his palm, with the skull symbol and runes familiar to the Imperials.

It is hard to imagine that something that can determine the civilization of a planet is just a small piece of iron like this.

But this is also the reason why this technological world can act so tyrannically.

Just a little iron sheet can feed and clothe the whole world. Taylor took the thing and gave it to his entourage for safekeeping, but the governor now mustered up the courage and shouted.

"I can provide STC products, and we can sign a contract guarantee, but please don't take ours..."

Taylor replied. "Yours? This belongs to the Human Empire, and also to the Regent."

"Of course we won't treat you unfairly. Let me put it this way, I can take care of the mining capacity of this world. I can provide you with any resources you want."

"For your 'kindness' and 'leniency' in surrendering the stc, the Regent will also give you sufficient rewards."

"Let's put it this way, glory and wealth are nothing more than this, what are you still holding on to?"

The governor replied, "Of course, it's the wealth and prosperity of my family for generations to come."

Taylor replied. "Thousands of years, that's about time to be content, isn't it?"

The fat governor said with a smile. "My Lord, are you any different from me? We are both greedy, otherwise we wouldn't touch those things."

Taylor laughed. "Whatever you want to see, my friend."

"But the underlying motivations for my actions are definitely different from yours, but the results are indeed similar. It's just that what I want is not the eternal prosperity of my family, but the eternal prosperity of my world."

The Governor asked. "What do you mean?"

Taylor replied, "My descendants probably won't become nobles. Of course, they will have a better life than ordinary people, but I don't intend for them to inherit my honor."

The governor said in disbelief. "Madman!"

He didn't understand why anyone would say that, nor did he understand why anyone would do that.

This is almost unbelievable for the Imperials. After all, they have enough resources and capabilities to create a vast world that will rule countless people for thousands of years.

And he said he had no interest in those things?
Crazy, absolutely crazy!

But Taylor just yawned and answered.

"A lot of people call me that, or rather, a lot, for a lot of reasons, but I'm definitely different from normal Imperials."

"I'm not as selfish as you, nor do I value faith as much as you do. I've even done many things that would be considered outrageous to you."

"But I never regretted it, even though I'm sitting here and you're kneeling on the ground."

"I am your master, so high and mighty."

"You and your family need to beg me to survive, otherwise I will rob you of everything you have."

"Well, now I'm going back to my lair, and you should prepare yourself for your new mission."

"That means you should mine for me instead of continuing to live off the land. As long as your world is willing to work, I will give you a bite to eat!"

(End of this chapter)