Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 300: Counterattack
It was extremely troublesome to get the stubborn Primarch to accept the help of a saint, and Taylor almost wore out his lips in persuasion for this.

In the end, the matter was settled in a situation that was barely acceptable to the Primarch, that is, Taylor became the guardian of the saint and handed over most of the matters to the Primarch.

Honestly, it felt like two kids having a tantrum, or a couple who had just broken up.

But even so, this is the last tolerance that the Regent, who is exhausted both physically and mentally by various chaotic forces, can give.

After all, Guilliman's ten thousand years of long sleep were mainly due to those curses and psychic powers, and the so-called divine power must have played a considerable role in it.

Secondly, the first war after he woke up was the battle with the Thousand Sons Legion and the fight with the Red Devil Magnus.

This made him even more unable to believe in psychic power.

Cawl, by contrast, was essentially Guilliman's backbone, though they didn't fully trust each other.

But this cannot conceal Guilliman's funding for Cawl, and Cawl's repeated contributions to the Primarch with reliable technology, and his active participation in expeditions with weapons and equipment that are truly useful and efficient.

Seen this way, Guilliman and Taylor are almost the same kind of people, pragmatic, with a hint of humanity or kindness that would be considered foolish in these days.

But there is one thing that is completely different between them, that is Guilliman as a Primarch, a genius, who grew up in Macragge, a country full of nobility and luxurious life.

He was also the adopted son of a powerful senator and the biological son of the Emperor.

In comparison, Taylor was just an unlucky guy, having spent the first half of his life struggling in the quagmire of Metal Nest, and most of his friends and relatives could not survive past the age of 30.

He joined the army not for his ideals or the future of mankind, but simply for the retirement pay and post-death allowance and pension.

He was not great, nor did he have a miraculous life like the Primarch. He only had a confused and painful childhood.

Therefore, he really had full trust in the Emperor. At least his life did get much better after he joined the Imperial Guard.

Except for the days of fighting with bayonets with those monsters.

faith?

Taylor looked at the girl in the white dress at this moment and couldn't help but think about this question.

Do I believe in the Emperor?
This question sounds heretical, or perhaps as a time traveler, he is not so sensitive or loyal to faith in theory.

Not as pious as Mathieu, or even as heretical.

But the Emperor chose Taylor, and Taylor was willing to believe the Emperor. This matter was actually quite simple.

That is, Taylor knew that the Emperor was not a god.

But he also knew that the Emperor was God.

Thinking of this, Taylor smiled bitterly.

"I understand Lorgar a little bit now."

Mathieu, who was meditating nearby, interrupted Taylor. "Who is Lorgar?"

Taylor answered immediately. "A devoted man, but lost. I fought beside him on a planet until he discovered that the Emperor loved not him, but only Mankind."

"He doubted the Emperor, questioned the Emperor, and finally threw himself into the arms of Chaos, becoming a convert."

Taylor spoke without hesitation, turning the story of the Primarch Lorgar into a simple and rapid-fire account of the tragedy that can be found everywhere in the Imperium.

Mathieu said with disgust. "He believes for the sake of believing. He's a spineless bastard. Once you take that shit out of his head, he'll just become a weak and worthless bastard."

"The Emperor loves us, but He loves humanity more than individuals. Isn't that great enough?"

"That guy should have sacrificed himself without hesitation, not doubting it. The Emperor is right!"

Taylor actually agreed with the first half. Lorgar was indeed like that, a boneless inflatable doll of faith, with a hollow and shriveled soul beneath his bright and beautiful appearance.

However, Taylor still expressed reservations about letting him die.

He is probably the most disloyal saint in the empire.

Secondly, saint is a title given to the dead...

Thinking of this, Taylor stood up and packed up today's report.

He planned to tell Guilliman about the girl, hoping he would gradually accept this help.

The young woman smiled now. "I'm glad the Primarch doesn't understand, but I must stay close to him to help him." Her voice became ethereal and holy, and Taylor felt a tinge of fear.

The Emperor was making her his own body, not a mouthpiece.

Her fragile soul was dissolving, replaced by the supreme power of the Lord of Mankind.

Taylor said. "Why didn't the Emperor choose a psyker or someone more powerful..."

Mathieu said, "There is no doubt that His choice is right."

Taylor said. "He killed a kid."

Mathieu replied. "It's a necessary sacrifice."

Taylor walked out of the room in disgust. "It's people like you who have caused the Emperor to become like this, this damned universe, and fanatics like you."

Mathieu, however, turned that thing into a compliment and saluted Taylor, as if being recognized by such a smart and sharp warrior was the best badge in the world.

Taylor just quickly walked out of the room.

He had submitted the report according to the schedule, about the latest progress of the girl. Thinking of this, he reluctantly took the document and went to find Guilliman.

Now in an office inside the fortress, the giant was making plans with Sicarius and a Sister of Silence.

This was originally a huge storage warehouse, but now it has become the Primarch's room. After all, the Primarch needs to bend over to move in most rooms.

The nun expressed her views in complex and fast sign language, and Taylor walked in at this moment, bringing the girl's report here.

The silent nun stopped at this moment and said a lot of words to Taylor like a Taoist priest making hand seals.

Taylor first felt nausea, a feeling unique to soulless people or untouchables.

Then there was the perfect face of the beautiful black-haired lady in golden armor, her ascetic body odor, mixed with the inexplicable perfume on the Primarch's body.

He couldn't help but curse. "This place is more terrifying than a battlefield..."

Guilliman said. "Then proceed to the battlefield. My brother awaits me. On this greatest of continents, Mortarion has prepared a legion of Titans and siege engines."

Taylor said uneasily. "Titan? Siege vehicle?"

Sicarius said. "A traitorous Titan Legion and seven plague siege engines, war machines forged of flesh and metal."

Taylor muttered. "Another seven..."

Guilliman stood up and patted Taylor on the shoulder. "You will go this time, for you are the lady's guardian."

"Secondly..."

"I didn't want Mathieu to come, so I changed your partner."

Taylor said uneasily. "A Sister of Silence?"

Sicarius said with a smile. "You can answer the questions!"

"But you still need to learn the sign language dictionary and etiquette, and then you can be intimate with a lady."

"Then you can take care of the girl."

"Yes, like mom and dad, father and mother."

Taylor gritted his teeth. "Lord Sicarius, I never knew you had such a good sense of humor..."

Sicarius replied proudly. "You know, the return of a parent can change a child greatly. Even in this hopeless day, as long as the Primarch is still here, I will not despair."

Guilliman blushed in embarrassment, and Taylor, feeling disgusted, walked out of the room with the lady and the thick dictionary.

Now he has new troubles.

When he smelled that inexplicable stench and saw the beautiful woman using her slender fingers to gesture tactical terms.

Taylor realized something was wrong, and that was that he had two problems...

(End of this chapter)