Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 81 The God of All Things, Part 2
This world is terrible.

Taylor knew that he had just turned away starving citizens of the Empire, including children and the elderly, but their removal would only worsen the situation.

The 15th squad had Ferenstein to protect them, but what did those poor people have? Two trucks at most. Even if they got to the camp, old Tychus wouldn't let them go.

To hell with kindness and mercy, Taylor couldn't help but gulp down cheap Amsett wine, numbing all his senses while being alert to everything here.

God knows how many collapsed Imperial citizens they rejected and how many Genestealers they killed along the way. Of course, when they arrived at their destination, several Mechanicus priests gave them priority in receiving them.

It was the first time that Taylor felt that the mechanical body was so reliable. After all, when the organs were transformed, whether he was a mixed-race or not was basically exposed.

The probability of the Mechanicus being corrupted is extremely low, which provides Taylor with a lot of sense of security.

This camp was a wartime factory, emitting smoke mixed with the world's disgusting poisonous gases. Countless servitors were constantly producing weapons and equipment to provide to the local Guardian Corps.

The priest guiding Taylor looked at them, did a messy scan, and then spoke in an emotionless electronic voice.

"This unit deems it acceptable for loyalists to enter the D355 foundry. Approval granted."

His body was highly modified, his eyes emitted an abnormal red light, then turned green, and the metal gate of the factory slowly opened.

Taylor looked warily at the half-robotic Crusaders on the wall. They looked like humanoid beetles made of metal, with strange metal compound eyes and limbs, and held flintlock-like weapons in their hands.

It was hard to describe those things as human beings, or as his compatriots. At least according to Taylor's understanding, except for some officers, most of the Crusaders needed lobotomies.

They are merely variants of armed servitors, operated by Datacrafters or Sages of Domination.

When Franstein entered this place, the members of the Mechanicum began to look at this strange vehicle. They were amazed and speculated why this powerful machine soul was born. It was the work of that sage.

Many binary hymns were muttered beside Taylor's head, and the special scent of essential oil made him feel like he was punched in the nose.

Now he was sure that he would never leave Ferenstein here. He was a little afraid that those oil men would dismantle his beloved car to see if there was any amazing technology inside.

Soon, Taylor met the manager here, who was a giant dragon made of metal. He was almost towering, more than four meters tall, like an inhuman monster.

His voice was similar to that of the Undead Overlord he had seen before. He was holding a phase axe. It was obvious that this world might have once been a tomb world, and they had dealt with the "natives" here.

Tychus and the less noticeable infantry commander are also here.

Now, Taylor mourned in his heart for the unfortunate Undead Dynasty.

At the same time, the sage who looked like a giant metal dragon asked.

"Tyler Kyle Anchor, utilization priority, high."

"I hope you live up to the expectations of Om Messiah."

Well, they're always so blunt, but it might be better to deal with guys like them...

Taylor frowned, then tried to get as close as possible to the terrifying thought processes of the Mechanicus.

The sage continued, "Now that the Genestealer Cult is threatening local security, I believe the Skadi Infantry Regiment has an obligation to protect local rights groups that pay the 11th tax."

The commissar nodded and made an offer. "That's the theory, but we're short of food, clothing, and weapons."

The sage replied. "An interesting debate. We are short of manpower, and if you dare, you can try the weapons and equipment of the Skitarii Legion."

"But please note that my mentor has embarked on the path of darkness. He has instigated more than half of the members of the Mechanicus to rebel and has mastered a divine machine."

Taylor's face paled. "Could you emphasize the problem?" "You mean, we have to face a Titan? And half a planet of Mechanicus, and also deal with Genestealers?"

The sage's highly modified head nodded.

He took a deep breath of the turbid and poisonous air and felt dizzy.

it is good.

very good.

This is not the first time, and it will definitely not be the last time. Now it seems that he has to admit that his luck is extremely bad.

The leader said to the silent sage, "You know, we are just trying to stop the chariot with our bare hands."

The sage replied, "But sacrifice is always necessary."

Tychus cursed. "Why can't it be you?"

The sage's red robe trembled slightly with anger. "Because I am a commanding sage, controlling all military forces."

Tychus sighed helplessly. "Just give us weapons and equipment."

"You should know better than us that the chances of survival are not high."

The sage agreed, and the officers left.

At the same time, Taylor couldn't help but curse his fate. First, he had an unclear relationship with the devil, then he was remembered by the Zerg, and now he had to face the betrayal of the Mechanicus.

Space Marines weren't used like this, but as an Imperial Guardsman, he had to deal with the most twisted and terrifying nightmares every day?
Even those guys are waiting for me to join them in meetings now!
Taylor lowered his head and read. "This isn't the worst."

Then he found the girl Lightlin and started to eat lunch. The only good news was that there was an agricultural world nearby, which made the food here very cheap.

There are also a large number of mortals in the Mechanicus world, some of whom are family members of the Mechanicus, and some of whom are materials for servitors. It depends on your specific status, and there is also a lot of food circulating here.

A few slices of meat, an iron pot, and a cute Leitling girl, a hot lunch can take away most of the frowns.

Taylor didn't know how he would survive tomorrow, but he knew his stomach couldn't go on empty.

When a barbecue pie made with starch blocks as dough was brought to the table, Taylor raised his knife and fork, but heard a strange sound.

"Suck it..."

Without giving it much thought, Taylor cut into his delicious lunch pie and heard the sound getting louder.

?

He glanced sideways at the source of the voice. It was a Mechanicus girl wearing a red robe. She had beautiful blonde hair that almost reached her ears, a fair face, and a pink mouth that was constantly slurping.

Her body had not been modified much and was obviously not in a high position. She spoke with her childish vocal cords and the sound of sucking saliva.

"Sir, your weapons and equipment have arrived..."

She wiped her saliva and said that she would be a mechanic next, and Taylor had to "generously" give her his lunch because the child looked like she hadn't eaten for several days.

As she reached for her fork and knife with her modified hands, Taylor suddenly felt something.

Does your team have any unique attributes?
(End of this chapter)