Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 87 Dark Mechanicus, Part 1
One after another, transport planes carrying Krieg soldiers landed at the starport in the snow.

Today, safe passages are an invaluable resource, held firmly in the hands of the Imperial Guard.

Krieg's Valkyrie gunships flew at a low altitude, using machine guns to kill the Genestealers still entrenched inside the starport one by one.

Those hiding in buildings will be eliminated by Krieg's human wave tactics.

This was also the first time that Taylor saw a change of emotion in the pure-blooded Genestealer's unchanging exoskeleton head.

As hundreds of fearless mortals charged at it, each carrying only the bare minimum weaponry to kill it, the Genestealer was slain by multiple explosions before the 30th Krieg charged.

The 20 pure-blooded beasts in the entire starport were almost killed by Krieg in just a few hours at a 25/1 loss ratio.

It can be said that Krieg's style is completely contrary to Taylor's, which is why they have only one infantry regiment with a strength of 100,000 people.

At the same time they require only the bare minimum of supplies.

A little water and food, even if they are not very clean, are enough for the body to function normally.

Death Walkers, Taylor suddenly remembered the nickname given to the Kriegs by the Imperials. This name was well-deserved, whether for their terrible record or their fighting style.

At this point, Taylor was invited to conduct tactical planning, and he was present at almost every one of them, as the officers who knew him knew.

In the end, Taylor will most likely become the focus of the battlefield.

When he knocked on the room marked "Sacred Relic Room", a Krieg officer opened the door. He was wearing a windbreaker, a gas mask, and a tactical belt. Dozens of officers inside all looked the same.

They stood in a room with a long table, a freshly printed tactical map with ink on it, several war chess pieces representing troop strength, and paintbrushes for marking.

Each Krieg silently recorded the information they received from the radio on the tactical map. In this not-so-big room, the silence was enough to make people feel suffocated.

Taylor looked on like an outsider.

His attention was completely distracted, and he began to look at the large number of props and decorations used to praise the emperor piled up in the corners of the room.

I began to notice the scattered wires and boring things inside the room, such as guessing that the Krieg officer here was the lady I had met before.

Of course, she might have been sacrificed, since he had been in Armageddon for almost half a year.

He couldn't help but start to think wildly, and finally his thoughts stopped at one thing.

If she were alive, would she cut off her beautiful golden hair?

When Taylor was daydreaming until the meeting ended, which happened quickly, and the meeting room was quickly dismissed, Taylor once again lamented Krieger's damn efficiency.

Now, only Krieg stood in the meeting room, and she spoke with a familiar voice.

"The meeting is over. We decided to build a railway to maintain supplies and capture the enemy's strongholds."

The woman seemed to know that Taylor would never listen to the combat meetings and briefly told him the results.

Taylor was a little embarrassed at the moment, he had just been making up her story in his head, and yet she had been right in front of him for so long.

He looked at the rank on the Krieg girl's chest and saw that it was already colonel.

If he had not refused the promotion, he might have been a colonel now.

However, what Taylor wants is not promotion or wealth. He just wants to find a good place to lie down and live his life safely in this dangerous world.

Thinking about it now, I really don’t have much ambition, but isn’t it a dream that an ordinary person cannot achieve?
Living a comfortable life in this terrible universe is itself a luxury and desire, but Taylor never lets this desire expand again.

In this respect, he is actually the same as Krieg, both ascetics in the darkest millennium of human civilization, serving the supreme Lord of Humanity with their own will and actions.

Taylor sighed now. "We could die."

Ms. Krieger said, "Is there any more coffee?"

"No need to add sugar or milk this time."

Taylor naturally began to brew her a cup of Rekha coffee, the bitterness of which reached her head, comparable to the Empire's infamous Tanner tea. Another drink, with a pungent flavor and quite popular among the officers, was primarily a refreshing drink.

But the Krieger lady simply took off her mask and helmet.

Her long golden hair had become even longer, reaching her shoulders. She usually had to hold it tightly with a hairpin to prevent it from hindering her in combat.

Now all the hair was lowered down, and although it was buried in the helmet, it was still full of luster. Combined with the fair and beautiful face of the Krieg girl, he was stunned for a moment.

Like an elf.

But the elves in this world are all crazy.

Actually, it’s more like…

Taylor smiled wryly and asked, "Why didn't you cut it off?"

Ms. Krieger gently held up her hair. "Because you were staring at me last time, and you're staring at me this time too."

"And this is the only thing I can do for you."

"Even if this is not the sacrifice required of me for the Emperor, it is not a great thing either."

"This is my thank you gift for saving my compatriots, but now it seems that this gift is a bit too frivolous."

"Or would you prefer Throne Coin?"

Taylor replied. "No, I'm satisfied."

He knew that the price a Krieg paid for his convenience in battle was a considerable sacrifice.

As an individual born only for sacrifice, her only value is death, killing and reproduction.

Keeping your hair is a sign of great courage and gratitude, and that alone is enough.

But Taylor picked up the Catachan knife and gently cut off a large section of her long hair. The beautiful golden threads fell to the ground, making Krieger hesitate a little.

"Do you not like it?"

Taylor replied, "Because I absolutely don't want you to die, even if it increases the chances of your death by a tiny bit. So-called beauty can be enjoyed at any time."

"Although Krieger will not retire..."

"Perhaps I can use my name and reputation to rescue you from your responsibility, but can you accept that?"

The Krieg girl shook her head firmly. "Of course not. I have lived my entire life solely for the Emperor."

Taylor smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult your beliefs..."

He rubbed his head, then changed the awkward and inexplicable topic and put his helmet on the lady while speaking.

"How many people will be killed in this attack?"

The Krieger girl replied. "Everyone, including me."

Taylor took a deep breath. "I don't believe in the idea that sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire."

"There has to be a better way."

He thought for a moment, then said, "Can you give me command of the starport?"

"I will make this place impregnable. Even the God of All Machines won't be able to take it down. At least in this area, I'm a true expert."

Ms. Krieger replied emotionlessly. "Yes, sir."

But at this moment, Taylor actually heard a faint smile in her words.

(End of this chapter)