Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 404: The Five Hundred Worlds of Orcs

Octavius is a major concern for the empire.

It is not as terrible as the dark side of the Empire, but it is also located in the infamous Maelstrom area. In other words, it is the territory of Huron, and it also has endless warp turbulence and disordered environment.

Octavius is the general name for the nearby Orc Empire. It is the entire star region ruled by the Orcs, including the largest, most powerful and most awesome greenskin bosses in the entire galaxy.

They all bared their teeth and claws, ready to strike, looking forward to the waaagh that Go Mao would bring to them!

But now the situation there is becoming confusing. A large number of orcs are gathering, and the Empire has not yet figured out the situation.

Now it seemed that no one except the one and only Orc expert and war master in the entire Empire could go there and get away with it.

But for Taylor, this was equivalent to Guilliman asking him to be a real greenskin, at least for several months, without supplies and support.

The latter can be solved by absorbing the local greenskins, but the former means that Taylor and his brothers will have no food.

To be precise, they will only have damn mushrooms, mushroom meat, mushroom wine, and mushroom bread.

Taylor can't photosynthesize, and if he eats like this for a few months, he really will suspect that he will turn into a mushroom man or die of malnutrition.

Even Taylor felt the former was more likely.

He said righteously. "Guilliman, sir, old friend, my Regent."

"Aren't you afraid that my brain will be infected by green spores, and I'll go crazy and talk about some cosmic-level big waaagh, and rush towards Terra with a large group of bastards?"

Guilliman said as he stood on the city of Vigilant Star, which was still under repair, and looked at the devastated ruins.

"I am afraid, but I am even more afraid that we know nothing about the progress of the universe."

"As those greenskins gather, I don't know if it's the Second Beast War, or a whole new curse."

"The Empire can no longer survive that day. My brother, Fire Dragon Lord Volkan, has sacrificed his blood and flesh for the Empire, using his death to appease the beast's wrath."

"But now, we can't afford to pay so much again to survive those disasters."

"At least, if you're the cause of the next madness, I'm confident I can kill you."

"Because you must still have the empire in your heart."

Taylor said hurriedly. "I don't want to die!"

"But the orcs' movements do represent war. I really want to go to the dark side and reminisce with Ryan. Even you, the Imperial Regent, can't leave the Holy Land..."

Taylor thought for a moment and replied, "What if I disagree?"

Guilliman replied. "I will have someone kill all those greenskins, and then I will withhold your supplies for half a month."

"All supplies."

"This isn't much of a punishment. I know how much is in your vault. I've already calculated this. Even without investigating, I know the Throne Coins on your bill are enough to rival the Governor of an asteroid."

"That's a huge sum of money for an Imperial soldier. I suspect you're looking to buy a planet rather than spend your retirement in peace."

"As the regent of the empire, exercising the art of balancing power in this area is a must."

"So, it depends on what you think. Do you want to continue being a great hero of the Empire, or do you want to be discovered that you're keeping aliens captive and end up with a bad reputation?"

"Although I know that reputation is worthless to you, I can still use it to make a point."

Taylor sighed. "You shouldn't be called the Regent. You're simply the Blackhearted King."

"But I know you. You always reward and punish," Guilliman said, taking advantage of the situation. "Of course, those greenskins need a place to belong. I intend to make them your soldiers, a proper infantry regiment."

"How many connections, how much cover-up, how much text manipulation and calculation does this require?"

"Obviously, you can't do that on your own."

"If you want to keep those beasts, then you must realize how necessary my presence is."

Taylor answered frankly. "Very tempting..."

Taylor really needs warriors to fill the gaps in Skadi's elite troops' strategy. Those greenskins are simply tailor-made for him by the Ancients.

However, their original mission in war was to assist the ancient saints' troops. They were probably deliberately designed from the beginning to be independent and capable of being customized according to the commander's tactics.

Frankly speaking, it is difficult to get a group of loyal greenskins, but it is even more difficult to get the Empire to accept them.

The Primarch's words were always unchangeable, and Taylor couldn't help but be moved.

He had to consider the possibility of entering the Octavius sector on his own, and realized that if he brought enough supplies, it was not an impossible gamble.

Taylor thought about how he should play the cards he was currently dealt, and then said to Guilliman.

"I'm not sure if I can make it. If my supplies run out, I don't want to stay in that place for too long."

Guilliman said readily. "Two heavy freighters fully loaded with supplies. I can fill them up for you and provide enough fuel and resources. Whether they can be kept or not is beyond my control, but it will definitely be enough for your entire group to feast and eat for two years."

"Also, from what I understand, Fabius Bile is wandering around there."

As Guilliman finished speaking, Taylor's mind had already flashed through the images of those perfect sons.

Curiosity and a desire to explore came to Taylor's mind at this moment. These were one of his few shortcomings.

If you insist, if Taylor was born in a peaceful era, he would probably waste his time on entertainment.

Movies, music, games, good stories, brilliant colors or the most exciting things, each one is enough to fascinate him.

What about those perfect sons, the perfect humans born from the fusion of Space Marines, Eldar, and many other things?

He really wanted to see whether that race would end up in disgrace, or as Bayer said, become a rising star of human civilization.

Taylor feigned a slight hesitation, then quickly spoke, "Oh, by the Emperor, it seems I have no choice but to go."

"I can't leave so many monsters roaming around outside, so where should I go to pick up the cargo ships you promised me?"

Guilliman said. "The Indomitable Crusade prevents me from leaving. You will go to Macragge."

"I've already sent the astronomical message. To be on the safe side, I'll also give you the document approved by the Imperial Regent. If they don't receive the astronomical message or it's not clear enough, show them the document."

“The speed may be slower then, but there will never be any contradiction.”

Taylor said. "Macragge?"

"I haven't been there for a long time..."

He actually wanted to see the territory that Guilliman had promised him. According to his special service standards, he already had a territory of considerable size on Macragge.

Now it's time for him to build something on it...

(End of this chapter)