Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 79 Freedom Again
The days stationed in Armageddon were boring and comfortable. Taylor was assigned to the cleanup team, and every day he only had to drive the Ferenstein and shoot at those damn cult remnants.

In fact, Taylor has been wondering during this period, did those guys really retreat? Or did they leave because they had already found their target?
Now, Taylor left all the matters to his boys, and stared at the ecological dome above the hive city in a daze.

It was his first time to be at such a high place.

The air here is so good, without any poisonous gas, strange smell, or burning feeling in the lungs.

If he didn't have to pay an environmental tax of 30 throne coins a month, he could actually live here.

Then Taylor immediately shook his head.

No! Who retires in Armageddon?
At this moment, he couldn't help but envy the many retired men and women. After all, according to the imperial standards, one could choose to receive 3 throne coins or 50 acres of reclaimed land after serving for one year.

He had heard of an old soldier who had served for four years and then acquired a piece of land the size of a manor in a sparsely populated developed world. He had probably become a local wealthy family now, and his photo was hung in the hall by his descendants.

As long as others ask, there is endless honor and success to talk about.

Outside the fence of the manor are grapes laden with fruit, and outside the door is normal air and grasslands, streams or lakes.

Every weekend he would take his children to play nearby. The boys would wear tank tops and the girls would wear dresses. His wife would sit by the lake preparing a picnic mat, while the old soldier himself would take a fishing rod and deal with nature.

What Taylor yearns for most is this damn retirement life. He has even begun to worry about whether he should live in the hive city or become a manor owner.

It is difficult to be self-sufficient in everything, but the cost of living in a hive city is too high. The environment in the remote world is good, but the risks are also not low.

After all this preparation, Taylor still hasn't made a decision, as if something is blocking him. Maybe he will figure it out when he retires?

Thinking of this, Taylor covered his face with a waterproof cloth, but the sound of footsteps from the side interrupted his lunch break.

He looked up. It was Commissar Tychus and the interrogator. They walked over quickly and said sternly, "Tyler, based on their observations over time, the Inquisition has decided to acquit you."

Taylor replied. "It's a matter of course..."

But the interrogator said, "But the situation where you let the devil go is also a reality. There is no sin, but there is responsibility."

Taylor asked. "What do you mean..."

She replied. "You need to grab that thing."

Taylor replied in disbelief. "A demon?"

Tychus emphasized, "To be precise, it was a high-ranking demon, second only to the Demon Princes."

Taylor asked. "Didn't the Space Marines do it?"

The interrogator replied. "I said, this is a duty, not a sin. You should go and find it. This is what the Inquisition means."

Taylor sighed. "But I'm still serving."

Tychus said, "So, this is also the responsibility of the entire Skadi 36th Regiment." His face was not good.

"We have changed our name. Now, we are theoretically affiliated with the Inquisition, but we also exist within the Ministry of Military Affairs and have changed our name to the Skadi First Redemption Regiment."

Taylor rubbed his temples. "No, no, no, that joke isn't funny."

The interrogator replied. "Indeed, because it is true. Do not fail the Emperor, my friend."

Taylor covered his face with a cloth in disbelief, emphasizing.

"I must be dreaming, dreaming..."

"Everything will be fine when I wake up..." After saying this, he became a person who could not be awakened. After all, no one can wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

As the hours passed, Taylor stretched out in his recliner, he said.

"I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time..."

Then the girl Lightlin next to him handed him some sparkling water with ease to help him clear his head. Regardless of whether it was healthy or not, after all, he couldn't survive the high-pressure life without some sweet water.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls, he realized something was wrong. He watched the stars above his head transform into several glowing promethium lamps, and then he asked, "Where is this?"

The Lightling girl replied, "The bedroom of a Moon-class cruiser."

Katie said. "Boss, you fell asleep in the camp and we were ordered to bring you up."

Roland emphasized. "You're mumbling something in your sleep. I don't want to catch a demon myself."

Taylor suddenly spat out the sparkling water in his mouth, coughed for a long time, and looked at the world with despair.

The Inquisition considers itself a Grey Knight?
Still catching demons? It’s almost like a demon catching me…

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, then asked.

"Where are we going next?"

Katie picked up the tactical report and said, "Scatlan III, a typical Mechanicus forge world. Legend has it that heretical forces have been sighted there. This forge world also serves as the production line for most of the weapons and ammunition for the sector."

Taylor rubbed his temples. "The key is the local environment."

Katie said, "The atmosphere is severely damaged, toxic, lifeless, and has a lot of radiation that may cause cancer."

Taylor smiled. "This is the Empire I'm familiar with."

"I'm done..."

He sighed, pessimism creeping up his spine again and again. Now he regretted refusing to go to Macragge. If he wanted to become a Space Marine, then even if his transformation failed, he would die.

Now he is fine. The empire wants to torture him to death, but they are cutting him slowly, piece by piece.

Fortunately, Taylor was optimistic. He finally chose to ignore it and threw the tactical report and clipboard out of the valve.

Until a week later, when he was pushed onto a transport plane, Taylor was still hypnotizing himself that he was going to an imperial world with beautiful environment and wonderful humanities.

However, when the transport plane revealed the huge building that was like a tumor on the surface and the ecological dome that blocked out the sky, Taylor's dream was shattered.

At the same time, the crew member asked, "Master Taylor, we need to use Tactic 3 when we descend. It may be a bit bumpy, please be careful."

Taylor asked. "Number 3? Isn't that only needed in a landing zone..."

The pilot replied, "Sir, haven't you read the tactical report?"

"This place was caught in a rebellion some time ago. There was a disagreement within the Mechanical Archangels over the ownership of the newly excavated STC. It started with assassination attempts, and now it's become a violent fight."

Taylor's expression changed. No wonder there was a crackling sound down there. He thought it was Chinese New Year...

He immediately sighed.

Then he said philosophically, "If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, it's my fate..."

(End of this chapter)