Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 562: The Emperor's Fist Master's Relief
Taylor sometimes recalled the days when he was taught by the Captain of the Imperial Fists.

Those were bitter and difficult days to accept.

Chaos, bugs, and he only had a broken bunker.

But look at now?

He has a huge star as his base and can go anywhere. He can even dance in front of Chaos warships and then start the warp engine with a swagger.

It can be said that Taylor's Empire Eternal Year is not the hardest among many giant void fortresses, but it is definitely the fastest.

The engines from the Dark Age of Technology use plasma and nuclear power as their core power, resulting in their speed and power being quite exaggerated.

Next are the greenskins and Cawl, as well as the complete warp engine technology provided by the dead sage, which allows this huge monster to perform warp jumps under enemy fire.

Let’s put it this way, it can press B to return to the city opposite the opponent.

This description is actually a bit inaccurate, because it can return to the city not because of its fast speed, but because it is big enough.

It is impossible for the enemy to destroy its subspace engine in a short time. After all, such a huge mass and engine are enough to withstand countless attacks.

And the opponent just happened to attack the subspace engine and paralyze the huge monster like a hill, penetrating the void shield in the thick atmosphere and the external armor?
Frankly speaking, the possibility is almost zero.

Even if the Chaos Gods could secretly modify the dice, they couldn't make 0 a certainty, and Taylor's paranoia about escaping was basically only matched by the followers of Tzeentch.

This is not a good quality, at least that's what most people in the empire think, but it has indeed allowed him to develop to where he is today.

This is difficult, after all, most Astra Militarum soldiers die young, and the average lifespan of 48 hours is no joke.

Death is the norm.

Now it seems that Taylor must thank his bad temper, fragile heart and uneasy mood, because the universe has proved time and time again that his caution is not unnecessary.

Those things can come from various angles and in various ways, and kill with one blow.

He didn't want to be buried in a grave with his name clearly written on it, and the epitaph saying that he was brave and fearless, for future generations to envy, and then inspire more people to die.

Of course he had no desire or idea to insult the martyrs, but he did not approve of the death and rest brought about by those reckless charges.

Now Taylor is moving aimlessly in the star zone, which seems quite boring, but the magnificent star map here still shows a lot of colors under the auspicious instrument.

They seemed to be on the other side of the battle line, that was their job after all, and it didn't look like Chaos was planning a surprise attack, of course, for now.

On the star map, one could see that several warships had locked onto their position, but Taylor wasn't nervous. They turned off their engines and waited for their opportunity.

Those guys didn't want to attack them, but they were targeting the Imperial defense area here. They were ready to tear open a breakthrough, which was also what Guilliman was worried about.

But the scale of this time is not that large and can be completely resolved by the defenders.

Soon the Chaos raid began. Judging from the signs, it should be the Red Pirates' fleet. They were well-organized and locked onto the Empire's Void Fortress in the first place.

They moved with great force, and the block would soon become shaky until Taylor was ready to fire.

The Imperial fortress's shields had barely flickered when heavy artillery fire overturned the warships, making the Chaos Gods' weaponry look like a single boat.

If all of them were destroyed, or if a few small ships escaped like rats, the entire fleet would be destroyed in an instant.

Of course, this action might alarm the enemy, but their goal is to protect the empire from attack.

Soon, a thank-you letter and notice arrived from the Imperial Naval Fortress. Of course, they also prepared drinks and a banquet, as well as a labor fee.

Taylor felt heartbroken for their proficiency for a moment. After all, the Imperials lived in such contradictions most of the time.

It's just that Chaos will eat it all in one go, while the Alliance will come slowly.

Of course, as for resistance?

Most people wouldn't resist seeing that kind of firepower, and such robbery wouldn't be justified under normal circumstances. After all, the people of the Empire have to maintain their dignity, and it's impossible for them to slaughter each other under the Empire's glory. However, Taylor refused the gifts without hesitation, frankly stating that he didn't value such small favors at the moment, and secondly, the gifts weren't even enough to pay for the ammunition.

After all, it's easy to take things from others, so Taylor usually only takes things from the Regent.

There is no way that big fat sheep will be bald.

Until Taylor saw the end of the letter, which contained a name he was familiar with.

soon.

The transport ship arrived inside the Void Fortress.

And a warrior with gray hair wearing golden armor, he was wearing the Terminator armor of the Imperial Fists, and one of his arms was replaced by a metal prosthesis.

He said with a smile.

"Look at what you've done!"

"I didn't expect I'd cause trouble."

"But it's been a long time."

"That's a long time, even by Space Marine standards."

"But you are not old." He looked at his little apprentice with some confusion.

Taylor happily took the drink, a fine golden red wine, and walked over, saying with a grin.

"Master, long time no see. The question of whether I am old or not is complicated."

"Let me put it this way, a lot has happened to me since we parted."

"I imagine you've heard a little bit about this. After all, Master, you're one of the captains of the Imperial Fists."

"I guess I can't hide what happened on Terra from you."

"Put it this way."

"I am now the Regent's confidant, brother of the Primarch Lion, and a Saint destined by the Emperor."

He patted his chest and said, "Now, I'll protect you, no matter if those Perturabo bastards come looking for revenge, or if they believe in Chaos."

The old Imperial Fists warrior replied, "You know I do tough work. Put it this way, I'm often out and about, and I don't spend much time back on the Phalanx."

"I'm now responsible for the defense of this sector. Chaos invasions have been increasing in frequency. And that kid, Calgan, claims he was appointed by the Regent and wants to order me and my brother around."

"Let's put it this way, I need someone to give me a hand."

He picked up the glass and watched as Taylor served him a glass of red wine.

He replied with a wry smile. "This is the first time I've felt my whim was so accurate."

"correct."

He was no longer serious in front of his most proud disciple. After all, his success was jaw-dropping. But here he would remember that mortal life always flashes by.

He asked with a bit of worry now. "Have you considered life extension surgery? I know a few good rejuvenation practitioners."

"Of course, their methods were a bit shady. Now they are all imprisoned in the prison on my battleship!"

"I'll let them do it for you for free!"

(End of this chapter)