Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 279 Doomsday Eagle Regiment
Inside the Space Marine battle barge, Taylor passed through a long corridor and arrived at the bridge.

At this moment, the battleship's display was showing the stars outside. It was a brown world, half of which was covered with the light of civilization and dotted with stars. One side was covered by dry continents with only a few blue oceans.

The Space Marines of the Doom Eagle stood there, and a company captain had taken off his helmet and was looking at the many stars above the star map.

At the same time, a technical sergeant with a third arm on his power backpack was assisting him in adjusting the star map.

The company captain had a resolute face and a simple crew cut, and a stern aura seemed to surround him.

When Taylor walked in, the captain looked up and said, "We meet again."

"I'm sorry to have you imprisoned by the Inquisition, but this is also for the sake of this planet."

"It's too fragile. I can't tolerate any flaws or threats."

Taylor answered frankly. "I don't blame you. I would make the same choice if I were you. We have no reason to trust anyone tainted by Chaos."

"But we have to go on the rest of the journey together."

The captain now said, "I've heard a lot about you."

"You are in cahoots with the xenos and have a vague relationship with heretics, yet you always gain recognition from the Empire, even from the Primarch."

He looked at Taylor and asked seriously, "I wonder if you were also cursed by the Warp. Perhaps your luck comes from those evil things?"

Taylor answered without a trace of fear. "Perhaps. I'm also searching for answers. Perhaps it's the Emperor's blessing, or perhaps it's something from Chaos."

"You just need to know that I will not betray my comrades."

The Space Marine nodded, then said, "Your room is in area d16, and we will then proceed to the Five Hundred Worlds, just as you expected."

The meeting ended in this situation. Taylor was taken away by the technical sergeant. At this moment, they walked together in the corridor, and the sergeant said apologetically.

"Mr. Taylor, I'm sorry, but that's just how he is. Our company commander has witnessed many vicious things, so he's quite cautious."

Taylor replied. "That's nothing. I've seen people who enjoy making things difficult for others. Secondly, being vigilant isn't a bad thing. Tragedy caused by carelessness is even more ridiculous."

"By the way, Mr. Tech Sergeant, where is your mess hall?"

He asked, looking at the map written in High Gothic on the data tablet.

"Mess hall?" The word made the technical sergeant pause, and he thought for a moment before answering.

"canteen……"

"Oh, sorry, we're on a strict rationing system and don't have a cafeteria."

Taylor asked. "Isn't this a wartime standard?"

The Doomhawk's Techmarine replied. "Yes, there is war now. This is the Indomitus Crusade, the war waged by Master Guilliman!"

He spoke passionately, as if he saw Guilliman's great destiny or future.

Taylor actually couldn't understand it, but he also hoped things would get better.

When he brought the boys back to his room, he looked at the new, comfortable room and relaxedly made the bed.

Roland naturally slept on the upper bunk, and he almost regarded himself as Taylor's guard.

He also said, "That Space Marine has a bad temper. I always thought the Founding Chapters were more arrogant than the Minor Chapters, but the reality is that whether it's the Space Wolves, the Ultramarines, or even the Blood Angels, they've all been pretty good to us."

Taylor made his bed and replied, "It depends on their history. Usually, startups have more complete histories and can see things more clearly."

"In contrast, the Successors are always easily lost in the mortal worship and busy and heavy wars."

Roland asked. "Boss, you always seem so...know-it-all." He tried to come up with a word that best described Taylor's abnormal knowledge.

Taylor replied. "No, that's what Guilliman told me. He's always worried about things like this, the relationship between mortals and Space Marines, and the relationship between Space Marines."

"He hoped this relationship would be dynamic and controllable, but he didn't expect things to turn out like this today," Roland asked warily. "Because of the Codex Astartes?"

Taylor sighed. "Yes."

Then he pulled out the food from his backpack. "Cans of Grox or Beckmond pie?"

Roland asked. "Is there a mouse in the pie?"

Taylor said. "No."

Roland shook his head. "That's not authentic. Give me Grox's."

With that, Taylor threw the can up, along with the heater.

After a while, the small room was filled with a greasy aroma, and they chatted casually about the future of the universe and Guilliman's gossip.

Roland said, "I saw the Regent and that Eldar flirting with each other."

Taylor said. "That figure is indeed good, and only the Eldar Prophet could endure the Primarch..."

They were halfway through their conversation when a Space Marine suddenly opened the door and said sternly, "It's not dinner time yet..."

He is the captain of the Doomsday Eagles, and is looking at Taylor, Roland and the others.

"You are my battle brothers on my ship. Even mortals have their own standards."

"There's the final evening practice before dinner. Let's go to the training ground."

"Everyone!" After saying that, he left.

Taylor quickly grabbed his food and took his brothers over to take a look.

Inside the training ground today, many mortal soldiers are conducting drills. As an honorary major of the Empire, most mortals must salute when they see Taylor.

At the same time, Taylor also looked at the physical training form.

To be honest, it's a bit too gentle for Space Marine standards.

Just the normal level range.

It is similar to the Imperial Military Academy, which is just a warm-up for the Skadi people. After all, they are fighting all kinds of monsters and demons every day.

After completing the exercises according to the form, they received their usual dinner supplies, a lunch box with a complete combination of meat and vegetables, as well as nuts and vegetarian dishes.

Although the food is crudely prepared, it is filling, fresh and complex, and there is no fault to be found.

They even received new clothes and beds.

When Taylor returned to the bed, he suddenly felt as if he were back at the military academy on the satellite of his home planet.

He laughed and said, "What the hell! I haven't been ordered around like this in ages. It feels pretty weird."

Roland agreed. "That Space Marine isn't a bad guy, but he seems a bit too worried. He was worried about us being unhappy during training. I saw him several times."

Taylor couldn't help but chuckle.

"I take back my previous comment, this place is not bad."

Having said that, the Space Marine Captain once again came to the dormitory door, knocked gently, then pushed the door open and said seriously.

"Go to bed early, there will be early training tomorrow."

He looked like an old squad leader, not a demigod.

(End of this chapter)