Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 88 Dark Mechanicus, Part 2
During this period, Taylor's undeserved fame has won him many privileges. To be precise, he now regrets making the boast he made to the lady that he could make this place impregnable.

After all, the best defense is offense. There is no so-called unbreakable defense, only a blitzkrieg that will never be out of date.

But interestingly, Taylor has always been overly pessimistic.

Because this world is actually in a state of three-way confrontation: the Dark Mechanicus, the Genestealers, and the Imperial forces form a triangle that attacks and hates each other.

The reason why Taylor and his men were attacked so fiercely during this period was more because the Imperial Guard broke this relationship, which increased the intensity of the war in a short period of time.

If he were an experienced imperial commander, he would probably choose to start digging trenches, expanding positions, and shaking supplies, first conducting a "small-scale" defensive battle based on three years and a period of ten years.

But Taylor obviously didn't realize it. He only felt that the battle intensity he encountered on a daily basis, which was exaggerated enough to make the empire's most elite commanders work hard, was the daily routine of human civilization today.

Therefore, he set up a large number of complex, interlocking, and even a bit excessive defense systems in a rather exaggerated way.

For example, a large number of artillery shells were placed behind the Ma Juhuan and trenches, and elite troops were scattered around to keep on guard. Railways were built to maintain transportation, and most of the weaknesses that could be improved were repaired.

He would also invite local people to conduct ideological education, requiring the imperial citizens near the star port to understand that the Four-Armed Divine Emperor was not the way out.

He firmly grasped the ideological work of the masses, using the excuse that personal property was protected by the Emperor and was inviolable to severely refute the gene stealers' concept of a big family.

They also directly turned the disgusting inbreeding methods taught by the Genestealers into easy-to-understand teaching materials and videos and broadcast them everywhere.

Then teach them how to build defenses, trenches, use firearms and form patrols.

After some excessive force, the local residents no longer trusted the Genestealer Church and set up militia forces one after another to protect their personal safety.

At the same time, in order to deal with the Dark Mechanicus, Taylor also built a small observation post near the starport to immediately sound the alarm when the opposite side approached.

This way, only a small number of troops are needed inside the starport, and they can be concentrated to do big things, allowing the Kriegs to attack without any worries.

After a few days of intense work, Taylor sipped his coffee and complained, "This isn't exactly how I envisioned my retirement life, it's just completely different."

He looked at the large number of plans he had prepared, and they were basically being carried out at a rapid pace. This was thanks to Taylor's damn reputation. Basically everyone in the entire star region knew him.

Fighting aliens, killing traitors, and getting out of Armageddon alive, even ignorant citizens of the Empire had probably heard similar rumors, especially when Taylor's smiling headshot was posted all over the Empire.

So when the locals wouldn't cooperate, Taylor would just walk over and flash his signature photo-op smile to turn those previously stubborn citizens of the Empire into little fans.

This was one of the few positive things about his reluctant job, Taylor thought with a wry smile.

He looked at the vellum on the table and sighed. "I almost became Guilliman."

Ms. Katie happened to walk into the command room carrying a pile of documents and asked, "Boss, who is Guilliman? That Guilliman?"

Taylor replied. "Primarch, yes, he enjoys working."

"I heard that he once needed to review more than three stacks of documents before he could fall asleep peacefully."

Ms. Katie put down the file and said, "It's not a good idea to make up about them, Boss. You'll get punished." Taylor muttered. "Just telling the truth."

He breathed a sigh of relief, lay down in the chair and said, "Let me sleep for a while."

"Those Mechanicus won't be able to get in for the rest of their lives, and the Genestealers are also a real threat."

But Ms. Katie emphasized, "But we have a new batch of reinforcements coming. We have accepted a lot of support from the new Imperial Guard during this period."

Taylor picked up the file and frowned. "What's going on? Why are there so many people there?"

Katie said, "Thanks to your fame, many commanders want to see what you look like. I'm sure it won't be long before we can reclaim this world."

Taylor pinched his face and muttered, "Besides bringing me bad luck, does fame have this effect?"

Katie emphasized. "Boss, you're the most famous loyalist in the entire sector, the Undead Baron Taylor. Don't you know that?"

Taylor frowned. "The Immortal Baron?"

This flashy and somewhat bizarre name has almost no resemblance to the man himself. First, he is not immortal, and second, he seems to be a baron.

After his face turned pale and blue, looking at the long list of loyalists who wanted to meet him, he had to admit that it seemed that he had no choice but to accept this ridiculous name.

After a moment of hesitation and silence, Taylor yawned.

"I believe you can handle everything, now let me sleep."

"I'm too busy at work. The Empire should give me more overtime pay, but they don't even know that I need a vacation. Wouldn't it be better to take three years first and then retire after that?"

Katie was amused by Taylor's poor sense of humor. Even though she was always the one who silently contributed, she might be more tired than Taylor to some extent.

As she said, she felt happy enough just to be able to serve this adult.

He was special, to Katie.

Taylor was confused and said to the beautiful mixed-race lady.

"Good afternoon, dear."

Ms. Katie blushed and muttered, "The boss is still so casual, but this is also very interesting."

She gestured at her appearance, wondering if the boss would like a lady like Free Blade.

At the same time, she took the list that Taylor hadn't looked at carefully. Elena, the name of Free Blade, was clearly on it...

(End of this chapter)