Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 577 Skadi Star

A large-scale parade appeared on Macragge again, and this time Guilliman was still sitting on the float, welcoming the joy of the people of the Empire.

Of course this time there were no damn accidents, no twisted brotherly plots, for the forces of Chaos were receding.

Although Celestine and the Imperial Ecclesiarchs also suggested that the Emperor's power was dissipating, this incident almost once again hinted to the Empire that the power of the Emperor and the Four Gods seemed to have the same origin.

However, such news was quickly suppressed by the strong control of various channels, and secondly, it seemed that nothing could interfere with the Macragge people's float parade.

They loved this, the huge Emperor statues, the huge Titans, the heavy Rogal Dorn tanks, the Lemanus tanks and the worst of all, the Emperor's Baneblades all put together.

Frankly speaking, this can be regarded as a challenge to the roadbed capacity. After all, the mass of those things added together is exaggerated.

The fact that the road to Macragge had not collapsed so far showed that Guilliman had clearly spent a lot of money on this.

Of course, what is surprising is that the protagonist of this parade is not only the Primarch, but also a mortal.

He was wearing a short and neat military uniform with densely packed badges on his chest, and he waved to the people with a smile.

For most ordinary people in the empire, this person's famous name has only been heard of, but few have seen him.

Of course, this has something to do with his reclusive character. Now, this is probably one of the few times that this imperial saint has made such a high-profile appearance in public.

Of course there have been a few times before, but generally speaking it was just to achieve the desired strategic effect.

However, this behavior still made Taylor realize that Macragge might no longer be habitable.

Emperor be damned, Taylor preferred office work, provided there weren't too many documents to review.

When this exhausting banquet ended, he had had enough of the flying petals and the cheers of the people.

He really wanted to know, didn't those people know that petals were the reproductive organs of plants? But obviously they didn't know, and there was no need to know. No one in the empire cared about biological sciences anymore.

After all, even if it is the archaeological research of the Mechanicus, they can still modify flowers at will. They are like the creator, and they can make flowers use whatever they want to transmit DNA.

At this moment, Taylor couldn't help but sigh, and then returned to Guilliman's residence. In Macragge's mansion, he first had a buffet and then went into the bathroom.

It was a standard Mediterranean-style multi-person bathroom with beautiful decorations and water outlets, and animal symbols such as lions and eagles could be seen almost everywhere.

And the servants will bring you delicious grapes and wine, raisins or anything else you want to eat, including a greasy barbecue, provided you don't pollute the water.

It is not surprising that Guilliman's baths are basically a monopoly.

Guilliman's name was clear as a large figure appeared in the bathroom.

Taylor said, "By the Emperor and all his followers, does the Primarch not need to deal with the complicated and tedious business of rebuilding the Imperium?"

Guilliman replied. "I have toiled tirelessly for months on board the ship, while you have been behind the lines, tirelessly tending to your foolish world?"

Taylor knew that Guilliman was not really angry, he was just teasing back in his own way. This was the Primarch's stupidity, but also his lovable side.

Of course, this is also the reason why he has no connections among his brothers. He is too stupid to speak, and all his skills are focused on speaking and development.

Guilliman had no choice but to accept this. He didn't need many people to understand him. He was not Sanguinius, but a monarch of Macragge who only wanted to take care of himself.

Compared to many of his brothers, Guilliman can even be said to be a bit cowardly, or lacking confidence, or even lacking ambition. However, Guilliman is a pretty good boss. He is never strict with others, and can handle things impartially, and is a bit protective of his subordinates.

Of course, this kind of character made Guilliman well-received by the Ultramarines. After all, who doesn’t like a big daddy called the Primarch who protects you when you do something wrong?
Of course I like it very much.

Taylor walked into the bathroom and said frankly, "The Empire will face many more problems, such as the Eldar. The Dark Eldar will be the most important issue."

"Humanity needs the Webway, so we must find a way to get those guys out of Comoros."

"We can rely on the Eldar, the ones who are helping us."

"Next comes a full-scale war, and we also need to resolve the Greenskin issue. The Bonebreakers can't stay for long, and other issues include the contract with the Dead Souls or communication with the Eldar."

"And I think the Tau are the last ones to be dealt with. They've already made a mess of it, and they won't pose a threat anytime soon."

"Finally, there's the Zerg. It's going to be a long time before their troops arrive, and we have to deal with the above problems during this time."

At this point, Guilliman put his head in one hand and complained, "Enough, enough!"

"Now I understand why you don't like talking about work during breaks."

Guilliman is a workaholic, but the above things finally gave even someone like him a headache.

Each one of them is a major event that will be recorded in history, and Guilliman has to accomplish countless of them in his lifetime. It is obviously difficult to do so with just the current empire.

Of course, there was hope, but the timeline for those things had to be calculated in hundreds of years, and Guilliman only hoped that the first millennium could resolve those things.

He was now completely immersed in the bathtub, sighed, and then said.

"Come to think of it, there's one thing I forgot to do."

He clapped his hands, and a servant came over with a piece of parchment. It was not a very long piece of parchment, and Taylor was quite familiar with the contents on it.

That was his service order and also his Department of the Military ID card. Some time ago, about 30 years ago, Taylor's certificate was changed to permanent service.

This thing is made in triplicate, and the main contract is strictly guarded in Guilliman's hands, which is almost equivalent to a contract of sale.

Now Guilliman has taken this thing, because it has the Primarch's personal signature and is forever valid, and no one else can destroy it.

Now Guilliman held the kraft paper and exerted force in front of Taylor. Although it was kraft paper, it was like a piece of torn paper in the Primarch's hand. In an instant, it broke into two pieces with a violent tearing sound.

Guilliman now answered his friend.

"you're free."

"You can retire now."

"Now you have the estate on Macragge and three directly governed worlds. If there's anything you haven't accomplished, please tell me."

"This is a merit given to you, as it should be."

(End of this chapter)