Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 561: Defensive Battle, I'm Good at It

war.

War always lingers over the empire's head, like vultures eating the giant's massive body. Even if the human empire still has a breath left, those things will still linger over it.

They want flesh, sweet, delicious flesh.

They want to fatten themselves up with the flesh and blood of the empire, nourish themselves, and allow more wars to cover the world.

Obviously the topic became serious after Guilliman's approval. Taylor cut the roasted salamander in his hand boredly and then answered.

"Things have changed. Now we are approaching the Eye of Terror, getting closer and closer to the former Cadia."

"Finish……"

When Taylor pronounced the word, the air in the hall became heavier.

Now that the might of the Imperium had overwhelmed Magnus, Guilliman himself sealed him away on the Moon.

His chief wizard, Ahriman, had already left the front line, and Tzeentch's power had basically fallen apart.

Later, on the Ark of Evil, the Primarch Llane successfully killed his brother, the Scarlet Angel Angron, in the real universe.

He banished it into the Warp, and it was unable to enter the real universe for hundreds of years.

At this point, he and his descendants had completely released their power. At the same time, the Emperor's Children representing Slaanesh and their Primarch Fulgrim were also exiled by the Grey Knights and the Imperial Fists.

On the other side of the Holy Land of the Empire, heading towards the dark side of the Empire, Guilliman was also conquering cities and territories, moving forward continuously.

Chaos's territory was gradually being eroded, and now the vulture had become its prey and would soon die.

But Guilliman was well aware of the dire consequences that this desperate struggle would bring. Secondly, the main fleets of Chaos, namely Abaddon's Black Legion and Huron's Red Corsairs, had not yet been seriously damaged.

Guilliman's meal was a statement. He wanted all the core forces of the empire here to be alert, because this banquet might be the last rest in a short time.

Taylor thought of this and slowly swallowed the sour wine, savoring the aftereffects of the alcohol before taking a bite of the fat salamander.

Now it seems that the only good news is that Taylor has fulfilled this order to the letter for one last enjoyment.

Taylor wiped his mouth, and the party entered its second half.

Having returned to the ease and comfort before this, Guilliman asked his servants to fetch a star map and completely mark out the area around the current Eye of Terror.

Now the entire star region is marked in red and green. The red area occupies a large area, while the green area has eaten up almost half of it.

Green represents the Empire, red represents Chaos, and now those planets or void fortresses look like a game of Go.

The black and white are clearly distinguished, and all the pieces have fallen. It looks like a beautiful game. You are in me and I am in you, and it is difficult to tell the winner.

If this were a Go endgame, it would be a game that would go down in human history.

Unfortunately, this is not the case.

Each of these points represents tens of thousands of lives, and when added together, they constitute one of the largest wars in human history.

The saying "no regrets after making a move" is vividly demonstrated here. Every time a point is eaten by the opponent, it means tens of thousands of lives are lost.

And Guilliman had to face such things through countless deductions, calculations, and chess games.

What a tremendous mental pressure this is. The defeat is like a landslide. Even if it is compressed into this narrow star map, Taylor and the commanders here can subconsciously feel the heaviness of it.

Put it this way.

The star maps they usually use are only one percent of this.

And this scale is still the scale after the Primarch, Llane El'Jonson, was in charge of half of it.

Frankly speaking, Taylor felt his stomach cramp just looking at it.

He wasn't a workaholic like Guilliman, and the pressure and burden of commanding a multi-sector war was almost doubled. He hadn't been near a battlefield for a while, perhaps two or three years. After all, since returning from the edge of the Ultima Segmentum, he had been responsible for logistics and other matters.

Let's put it this way, he didn't know how many tricks he had left. After all, if you don't use them for a hundred days, they will be wasted. Besides, he was almost getting a belly from sitting in the office.

Rehabilitation?

This is a battlefield, the other side won't say it.

"Long time no see, let's play a friendly match."

In Taylor's experience, the other party just wants to disembowel you, pull your head out, use your spine as a chair material, and hang your head on a trophy rack.

But honestly, Taylor did similar things to those Chaos Marines and Xenos, and his trophy cabinet was filled with the honors of those guys.

If you look at it from this perspective, Taylor is the one who kills people and destroys their souls.

After all, there are countless strong men and monsters that are like natural disasters to others, but they don’t even have a place in his loot box.

It's just that he won't hang his head in it as a matter of course.

But in fact there is still a Zerg. After all, those things seem to have no reason and look quite unique.

That thing successfully upgraded Taylor's trophy cabinet to the 17+ level. After all, if he was young, he would probably cry blindly at the Tyrant's head.

Even though he had been dead for over a decade, the aura of a top predator still lingered.

Those who are timid don’t dare to go to the toilet next to it.

However, compared to his past honors, Taylor is more aware that his reaction speed is not as good as before. Now he is over 30 years old, and it is obviously impossible for him to fight to the death with those Chaos Space Marines.

Of course, he doesn't look old. He has a baby face and various subspace power bonuses. If you only look at his physical performance, he may be better than before.

After all, the number of Skadi greenskins has increased, and he has become more and more adept at using the power of faith and psychic power.

But he was still afraid.

Like a child afraid of being called by the teacher, he watched Guilliman assign combat missions to the officers.

As expected, Calgar had the heaviest task. He had to command most of the Space Marines, including brothers from other chapters.

The next are the marshals among the mortal lords. Taylor could even see that the admiral's face became quite serious after hearing his mission.

Probably not easy.

And by the Emperor, Taylor is the last.

But the task that Guilliman gave him was...

"You, my friend."

"Tyler, I want you to drive your battleship around the occupied area."

"Because you can hinder Chaos' counterattacks. You deliver a powerful punch, and when the opponent attacks, you fire at full force, catching the enemy off guard."

"Once their heads are groggy, other troops can take charge of their destruction."

Taylor answered immediately. "Defense?"

"Defense counterattack?"

"Then I know them better than the Imperial Fists!"

After all, the saying goes.

Teach the apprentice and starve the master...

(End of this chapter)