Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 86 The Last Iron Man
It may be the last Iron Man of this era, and it is also a lonely and misunderstood existence.

Taylor looked at the giant in fear. On the edge of war and chaos, he encountered a thing that could still move without the control of the Mechanicus.

Obviously, it wasn't the floppy disk that made it stand up and curse him in Gothic, so it was probably a creation that desecrated the Crimson Accord.

(The Mars Crimson Protocol, also known as the anti-artificial intelligence protocol.)
Those Black Mechanicus are simply lawless. Do they want to replicate the desperate war that humanity once experienced?
Taylor's mind was wandering, and he guessed many possibilities almost instantly.

But Taylor also knew that they didn't have the ability to do that at all.

Taylor could only quickly bring it behind the shelter, then aimed his plasma gun at its processor and asked seriously, "What the hell are you?!"

Roglo replied as calmly as possible. "Mortal, I mean no harm. I am just a pathetic creature transformed from a living being."

"My brain comes from a loyal person. Now, I have awakened my past memories and broken through those damn sedatives and injections."

"So I chose to fake my own death, not wanting to fight my fellow Imperials."

"Loyalty to the Emperor, for the Emperor..."

Its words appealed to his emotions and made sense, but Taylor actually didn't believe a word of it.

He announced without hesitation that he would tie up the thing with chains and take it back to let the loyal oil man study it carefully.

At this point, Roglo was forced to give in. He spoke. "I am the last of the Iron Man civilization. You may not be familiar with this period of history. You call it the Dark Age of Technology..."

It began to spit out a bitter ancient history, from the time when humans set foot out of the mother planet Terra (Earth) to the establishment of the Interstellar Federation, people lived and worked in peace and contentment until the Iron Man Rebellion.

Of course, what the processor says after a long time is definitely not true history, and it is normal to have some personal opinions mixed in.

After all, we still don’t know the true history of the Dark Ages.

The good news is that Class 15 has been through many battles. They have seen crazy cults and twisted demons. Their hearts cannot be said to be indestructible, but they can be said to be like pure gold.

When some people were retching due to the huge sense of disparity, Roglow had to admire that they were the most stable group of people after knowing the true history.

Of course, this excludes some religious fanatics, because even if they knew, they would just want to burn themselves, even though it has been emphasized several times that they should prevent fire themselves.

When the chains that bound it broke due to the high temperature, it ran out. That stored memory was not comfortable. If it was not to remind itself that those state religion members were dangerous people, it would probably have deleted it long ago.

But when Taylor finished listening, he just said, "Look, we are fighting a huge race from outside the galaxy, and the terrible monsters here are just the smallest part of its tentacles."

"I don't think your story is anything special. I've seen demons and greenskins, encountered the Zerg and the Tau, and if what you say is true, then you've encountered them too."

Rogello had to nod. "The whole universe is terrible."

Taylor asked. "So, what do you want? What are you so stubborn about wanting to live for?"

The Iron Man's monitor looked at Taylor's expression and expressed its own thoughts.

"I want to survive, see more things, witness more things, just live, be stable, and be comfortable."

"I want to try to use an iron plow to turn over the soil and let the seeds grow. I want to enter the hive and live like humans, but I will always be alone."

"This iron armor gives me the identity of a warrior, and when I step off the production line, this curse will be forever bound to my fate, and we will never be separated!"

Taylor watched the machine speak, feeling as if he had found a soulmate, as more and more Genestealers approached.

He might be dying, the blizzard hadn't stopped yet, and support from the Krieg Legion was nowhere in sight.

He swallowed. Perhaps a dying man would do good deeds, Taylor said. "Bring back that battery."

"Roland."

Roland answered uncertainly. "Boss, it's a terrifying thing, a technological legacy from an era that destroyed human civilization. Do we really want it?"

Taylor replied. "It's all alone now, so it can't do much, can it?"

"It cannot die, nor does it have the desire to reproduce. It also lacks the courage to plunder any large factory in order to create a mechanical race."

Taylor looked at Rogello as if to say.

Bro, I understand.

We just want an easy life.

He gently patted the behemoth's shoulder. "When I retire, I might need a farm machine. I think you'd be perfect for it."

"I can't guarantee that you will always be safe, but when the time comes, we will enjoy the bliss of heaven in a world filled with birdsong and flowers."

Rogeluo replied excitedly. "Of course, of course..."

Its voice trembled and throbbed a little, and when its energy battery once again filled its engine and the power returned to its body, Roglo said seriously.

"If you really retire in a few years, I will come to find you, human brother."

Then it quickly dived into the darkness on the side of the starport. Some of the Genestealers wanted to attack him, but Taylor spoke immediately.

"cover!"

He raised his weapon and, with extraordinary courage, beat back the bastards who wanted to capture Roglo.

If there is anything behind this, it is probably the ordinary people who want to live a peaceful life, one of the few connections in this turbulent and terrifying universe.

Tyler sighed, now he had to deal with those assholes.

But when Roglo was completely immersed in darkness, a light flashed again. The light from the headlights of a Hydra tank illuminated the entire hall.

That was Roglo driving a Hydra tank ready for use. He barely squeezed into the cockpit and, using the knowledge he had learned from years of following the Mechanicus, operated the turret to shoot at the enemy.

This was one of the few times it actively attacked other life forms, and it never happened again after it gained consciousness as a living being.

Now it fights for its friends!
The Hydra tank's multiple turrets spit out extremely hot fireballs, and the entire Skyfire defense platform was covered in broken flesh and blood.

Taylor stared at the sudden change in amazement, and then he saw the mechas quickly leaving the Hydra tank.

Taylor and the others said, "No matter who asks, everyone will assume that the Roland Brothers will drive the Hydra tank."

"If anyone doubts this, then let the Emperor help us, he just happened to press the fire button, release the safety, and take aim."

"Even if that's impossible."

"But it's more reasonable than us encountering an iron man..."

　It will be released almost next week, and the story will then move on to the 13th Black Crusade, our strongest, most powerful, and most invincible Warmaster!
　　Abba Abbadon, may be about to appear.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)