Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 61: Exile! Sent to the Apocalypse-level battlefield!

Just the fact that he stepped off the infamous black ship of the Inquisition was enough for Taylor to be thankful for the rest of his life.

Countless psykers were taken aboard this ship, never to return. They were thrown into the Astronomican and became consumables needed for human civilization to travel the stars.

Whether they are good or evil, loyal or terrifying, beautiful or ugly, when their psychic talents are revealed, their fate is to be used by the Empire or burned up, becoming beacons for countless ships across the galaxy.

In response, Taylor retaliated by visiting the legendary black ship, but to his disappointment, there was no real difference between this ship and a standard Imperial cruiser.

Perhaps, legends and mysteries should be preserved forever instead of being exposed.

Taylor helplessly landed back on the ground in the transport ship, yawning. He felt that nothing was missing or extra when he came down, just like when he came up. It was as relaxing as staying in a hotel for a few days.

Moreover, Taylor's weapons and equipment were returned.

This is normal, but Taylor is actually a little uneasy because the weapons and equipment in his hands are not that clean.

For example, a Likart knife.

Fortunately.

Although using alien limbs to fight was a bit blasphemous to the Inquisition, considering that it was wielded for the Empire, the Inquisitor once again gave the green light.

When the 36th Skadi Regiment saw Taylor's return, the soldiers happily called out to their heroic brother.

Apparently, the Inquisition's intervention has added the "mystery" that has always been lacking in Taylor's legendary experience.

Mystery is the most deadly thing, and the 36th Skadi Regiment is a mixed regiment with both men and women, so many female recruits expressed admiration and admiration for Taylor.

But we have no way of knowing how much love there is here.

This is the case with an empire that values martial arts. Putting aside Taylor's good looks, there's also his martial arts prowess, although he has repeatedly stated that those honors have nothing to do with him.

Those were the Undead Overlords who could fight, and he was only responsible for lying down...

But when he returned to the camp and saw that his brothers were safe and sound and whom he hadn't seen for half a month, he couldn't help but let them make a fuss.

A few cans of food, a few heat lamps, a few bags of dried fruit—it's hard to imagine those soldiers going crazy for those things.

However, Taylor still introduced their new partners, a psychic and a trainee inquisitor, at this small banquet at an inappropriate time.

As expected, the brothers cast suspicious glances at her, but the interrogator didn't mind. She just needed to confirm Taylor and the others' loyalty.

The banquet ended hastily in a tense atmosphere, and in the night of Luka City, Taylor got the peace he wanted.

He avoided the crowd and came to old Tychus's office. The usually aggressive officer looked at him tolerantly.

Taylor asked. "You called me?" He felt a little uneasy. At least every time Tychus called him, it was not necessarily a good thing.

But now this old man took out a bottle of Amset, which is brewed wine. At least when he was alive, this thing would never appear in the army.

He looked at the panicked Taylor, poured him a glass of transparent liquid, and said.

"I'm not heartless. This time, I really feel like I might lose you."

"I know you don't want to be a soldier."

"So, take a break."

"During the time you left the team, I realized that the 36th Skadi Infantry Regiment could no longer do without you. The soldiers' morale was low, and without you, it seemed as if I had no hope."

His wrinkled face looked at Taylor.

Taylor said a little embarrassedly. "Huh, why are you so sentimental?"

Tychus replied. "A typical Imperial infantry regiment's lifespan is three campaigns, or maybe just one if things go well. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have gotten this far."

Taylor rubbed his nose and drank a few sips of Amseth. "I don't understand. Just survive, right?" "I just saw demons and undead a while ago."

"Now, what's our next mission? I know the Military Affairs Department won't let us go!"

Old Tychus gave a wry smile. "I shouldn't have said that. Just assume I was drunk and speaking under the influence of alcohol."

"Well, we will go to a forge world next. There, in addition to the Mechanicus, there are also a large number of greenskin threats, our old friends, those noisy green lunatics."

"The point is our allies. In fact, the Space Marine forces you saw last time were also there."

“We are supporters.”

Taylor's mind flashed through the silly wolf and the red-helmeted Ultramarines officer.

Then he asked uneasily. "What do you mean? We have to support those space marines? We are not superhuman."

"What's happening with our enemies!?"

"Do you take me for Titus or Calgar?"

Tychus said with a smile. "Of course, the place we're going to is famous, and you're sure you'll like it there."

"What?!" Taylor asked fearfully.

Tychus uttered a name that gave him goosebumps. He had never realized he was so close to that place.

That place once injured the Emperor and made Warmaster Horus miserable, and now it is the birthplace of the famous Bonebreaker and Old One-Eye.

When that name sounded, Taylor's face turned purple and wilted like a frosted eggplant!

"Armageddon!"

Taylor immediately drew his weapon, brandishing his Likart saber and shouting, "Stop talking nonsense! Is that a place humans can go? My Emperor!"

"Get out of my way! I'm committing treason! I'm trying to escape!"

Tychus's modified arm held down Taylor as he tried to escape. "That's why I told you you couldn't know."

"That's why I asked you to come here!"

The fake alcohol on his face disappeared, and he shouted, "Come on, hold the hero, the transport ship is ready, right!"

Taylor suddenly burst out laughing. "You don't think you can catch me, do you? I don't know why, but when I'm scared, I'm incredibly strong!"

Old Tychus, however, did not respond fearfully. "So I added an anesthetic to the wine. Good night, my soldier."

Taylor only realized at this moment that it was no wonder that he felt so weak in his limbs. He erupted with the most vicious force and cursed old Tychus.

"your!"

Then, he was helplessly dragged away by several young men from the Planetary Defense Force and stuffed into a transport ship...

He even calculated that the soldiers of the 36th Regiment would not attack Taylor.

It can be said that many things that Chaos Powerfuls or Alien Kings failed to do were accomplished by the old political commissar.

He smoked a cigar and spoke earnestly.

"This is all for your own good. Without merit, the Inquisition will not let you go..."

"You are unlucky enough to be involved with the devil!"

(End of this chapter)