Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 72: Fragile Alliance, Part 1
For the first time in his decades of service, Mr. Tychus's blood pressure reached dangerous levels.

After all, as a veteran who had served the empire for 18 years, he was actually on the verge of retirement.

But for Taylor's future possibilities, he delayed his retirement again and again.

Escort?

This word is a bit too kind. He is like Taylor's second father in this world. He always protects him as an umbrella in the most critical moments, and also trains him like an eagle throwing its offspring off a cliff.

According to the interrogator's recollection, he had talked to Taylor in front of her, exposing his shortcomings, but was also willing to vouch for him as his loyal heir.

He said his loyalty was absolute, which is why the Inquisition switched from cleanup to observation.

Now, Tychus faced the greatest hardship of his life, worse than ever before, facing thousands of cultists and a fallen planet.

His soldiers turned into green-skinned leaders!
At this moment in the temporary conference room, in the concrete fortress built by the Imperial Guard, the messy wires and blurry holographic images outlined the situation on the battlefield.

The 605th Regiment of the Armageddon Iron Legion is ready for war, and the 36th Skadi Regiment and its long-term artillery regiment are ready.

Today, sitting here are Ultramarines, a Wild Wolf, two Space Marines and several high-ranking Imperial officers, a major general of the Imperial Army, who are communicating with their "potential allies".

A huge greenskin empire!

But the greenskins on the opposite side were not surrounding a waaaghboss who was comparable to the Bone Crusher, but a soldier who was theoretically their subordinate, Mr. Taylor Kyle Anchor.

It felt like they were prepared for anything, but what actually came out was a small rodent.

The major general of the Imperial Steel Guard asked uncertainly.

"Mr. Tychus, I hope the 36th Skadi Regiment can explain the situation. Why should I negotiate with my own men?!"

Tychus rubbed his temple. "He's always like this."

"Unexpected, surprising, it all depends on how you look at it, but we all agree that his unexpected success is something that many, many useless, rule-abiding officers could never achieve."

"Now, we have a way to work with the greenskins to face the traitors."

Another lieutenant colonel replied. "Greenskins are just as detestable as traitors."

"We know that pain all too well. You'll never know how disgusting and insane those beasts are until Commissar Yarrick crushes them."

The Ultramarines Master Chief in the red helmet suddenly said, "Enough, does this matter require debate?"

"The World Eaters are destroying this world. If they succeed, it won't just be Armageddon that falls. We need more drastic measures..."

As he spoke, his eyes flicked to the other side, where a wolf in grey power armor was pulling Taylor to drink fungal beer, while the greenskins were praising his drinking capacity.

The beast from Fenris laughed unscrupulously, patted the greenskin leader on the back, called them brothers, and spoke bluntly.

"You guys made a good choice in choosing a leader. I've seen that guy destroy an entire greenskin dynasty. With him as the war chief, the rest of the starry sky will be yours!"

"Well, consider me for enlistment. As long as there's enough meat and good wine like this, we can do it!"

The green-skinned leader of Goff laughed and said, "You can do it, you can do it! I'll give you a hard time, you big shot!"

"Haha, good, good!" Fenris Wolf laughed.

Taylor looked at this place with gray eyes. The scene of demons dancing wildly made him feel scared. The Empire and the Orcs were mixed together. What was he dreaming about?

He must have been still asleep. He knew a path led to Frenstein. Inside the car, he could spread out his sleeping bag and enjoy a good nap. Now he stood up stealthily, like a rodent, using the green-skinned giants' size as a cover, and walked out.

But this funny action could not hide the discerning eyes of old Tychus.

At the same moment, the Space Marine officer stood up and grabbed the wolf's head with one hand, while Tychus also took action, grabbing Taylor's back.

The two officers looked at each other, as if they had confirmed something.

It turns out there are troublemakers among the Astra Militarum/Space Marines...

But for the greenskins, this is too unwaahhhg!
The leader of the Goff clan cursed. "Let my brother go."

The Evil Moon leader cursed. "My boss is not a toy."

But Tychus and the Ultramarines officer simply ended the conversation in the most pragmatic way.

Whether it was the reinforced metal arm or the Space Marine's fist, they both hit the opponent in the face.

Each man's punch dazzled the green-skinned leader. In an instant, it was as if a dyeing factory had opened in his nose, and red and green colors came out...

Overall, the meeting was not smooth because of Tychus's bad attitude towards the "war boss" and most of the greenskins could not stand the airborne humans.

The Empire's long-standing aversion to aliens cannot be erased in a short period of time.

It can be said that this fragile and ridiculous alliance may collapse at any time and the only link is Taylor, the "half-orc".

He was respected by the soldiers and considered a leader by the greenskins. This special treatment made the entire ridiculous alliance a sustainable tactical goal.

Now, there are greenskins lying in the trenches of the Imperial Guard. The greenskins will teach those shrimps how to fight, and the shrimps will also teach them how to dig tunnels.

The iron legions that cover the sky and the earth are mixed with the ridiculous creations of the greenskins, and the scrapped adamantine engines of the human empire can be transformed into treasures of the orc tech lords in the shortest time.

The Space Marines' rather proud character made them even more eccentric, but the greenskins inexplicably started a recreational activity of attacking the Space Marines.

If you can defeat an Angel, it will be the waaghest thing between Greenskins, but most of the time it will be the Greenskins' failure and they will be cut down by the Ultramarines.

Only a very small number of them injure the Space Marines or survive, usually growing larger in a short period of time.

Overall, it seems to be positive.

Today, this ridiculous alliance is gradually stabilizing in the war.

After that long and short adjustment period, about a week later, the headquarters finally finalized something.

They are about to launch a general offensive against the Chaos Space Marines.

Taylor just looked at the wolf that had become dependent on Ferenstein at some point and asked seriously.

"Are you addicted to this engine?"

The wolf standing outside of Franstein grinned and laughed.

"I've traveled all over the galaxy, but this thing, to use the greenskin's term, is waaagh!"

(End of this chapter)