Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 413: First time liking the swarm

20 good players.

When 20 of the galaxy's most cutting-edge minds come together, they can always come up with something; at least that's what Taylor expects.

He wishes those brainless things would do more!

After all, as the saying goes, three heads are better than one.

Now Taylor can only place his hope on those guys' severely mutated or mechanized heads.

Of course, if he could, he would probably wish he had that kind of brain, but life is always hard these days, and people like him need a gun to feel safe.

The Hive City isn't a good place to go to school. Although there's a saying that it's never too late to learn, it depends on those Chaos and Heretics giving Taylor some time to rest...

Well, he didn't trust the top minds.

His materialistic experience taught him that if the information was wrong, then the research would also be wrong, so while those smart people were tinkering, Taylor also tried to discuss the current situation with a few confidants.

The Inquisitor said now. "I have never seen such a thick shadow of the Warp, like a terrible, thick, rich viscous liquid, covering the stars."

"But every psyker can sense it, yet they won't go crazy because of it. This is because the Emperor's light is always radiating from this fleet."

"Not directly. The Emperor's light will blind his followers. The Navigator is the best proof of this."

Taylor said now. "So what am I looking at?"

Roland, now captain of the Legion's heavy guard, couldn't help but ask, "Boss, how come your emotional intelligence is so high and so low?"

"Sometimes you're as smart as a seasoned Leithling, and sometimes you're like an Ogryn..."

The Inquisitor said helplessly, "There are always exceptions. Who knows if the light you saw then belonged to the Emperor himself or if it had been diluted? I also cannot judge the extent to which the Waagh force field surrounding you played a role."

"You are a special case. There is no way to prove that your case can be replicated."

Taylor curled his lips and said, "So, other than the fact that we can barely survive here, there's no other answer?"

The captain of the Damocles said, "Actually, the data readings here are very similar to the Zerg's Great Devourer Shadow. If we assume that it's not that we can't see the Astronomican and feel the existence of the Warp, but..."

Taylor debunked the idea that had been troubling them. "It was a giant shadow, a giant predator..."

"The Zerg has arrived, and their shadow has become even more terrifying, dimming the Astronomican's light to the point where it is unobservable."

"I don't know how many enemies I can defeat with just this one move."

"The Emperor, please hurry up those who are trying to come up with a solution!"

"I didn't give them so many supplies just to let them doze off in a warm room!"

The orders of the Lord of the Battleship are always efficient, especially when the matter involves the supply of one's own life in the endless void.

Just like at sea, there is always a need for useful people, regardless of gender or age. There is no law here, only the most severe challenges.

If those damn guys don't do something soon, they'll probably starve to death here.

God knows what food will be available by then, Taylor can only hope there is enough leather shoes to eat.

Of course, it is also possible that they found a star and relied on solar energy and green spores for food, but the result was not much better than death.

In just two or three generations, the greenskins with strong reproductive capacity and control of resources will successfully seize power and then turn back into those rough greenskin barbarians.

Taylor could even imagine those things speaking in rough accents, hammering away at unusable warships to create a giant space hulk, and then using the waahhg stance to leave here. Taylor also envied those things, who could survive in any situation and had exaggerated creativity.

But the good news came just in time. At least they got the initial draft before Taylor started to study how to turn fuel into food.

It was a simple gravity device that could sense where the nearest largest planet was, and then, relying on the approximate direction provided by the device, they could find a brand new planet.

The problem is, that thing could be an empty undeveloped world, or a place where civilization is still in the Middle Ages, or more likely a wasteland burning in the flames of war.

This is much more exciting than drawing blind boxes!

Because the gravitational equipment will be locked onto the nearest planet, they will most likely find a star first.

In other words, a star system may have one or two planets, or it may have many planets.

It sounds like a high probability, but there are tens of thousands, if not thousands, of uninhabitable star systems in the Milky Way, and only a few hundred of them have been transformed by the Empire.

The probability is lower than winning the lottery, but it is not hopeless.

After all, this is the center of the universe, the Five Hundred Worlds, the ultimate star field.

Today, the standard of the human empire is centered on the earth, but the galactic center of most races is the Ultramarine rather than the "remote" Solar Mars.

There is a high possibility that Taylor has found an alien race, not to mention that this is the Orc Empire.

When the gravity equipment was set up and the Damocles followed the force forward, Taylor was unsure.

Is it a few light years or thousands of miles, tens of thousands?

Who knows? Even the emperor's light has dimmed now.

Looking at the endless void, Taylor felt numb.

Fortunately, such days did not last long, at least three weeks after the drift, or maybe three months. In any case, the alarm clock that Taylor used to calculate time had been turned off long ago.

Most people are unaware of this situation, and all the risks and psychological problems are borne by the officers led by Taylor.

The good news is that the Emperor is kind, benevolent and handsome. Under the light of a scorching newborn star, a blue planet appeared in front of the Imperial battleship.

It was like a downpour after a long drought, or a pillow after a sleepy night, making Taylor want to kiss the stinky faces of those green-skinned engineers and the cold fake faces of the Mechanicus.

But as the warships approached, the Imperial ships were warmly welcomed by the aliens.

Several dark swarm monsters roared, dragged their huge bodies, and fired at the Imperial warships with biological cannons.

But to be honest, Taylor didn't feel as uneasy and nervous as usual.

He missed those things so much...

For the first time, he felt that war was not so terrible.

For the first time, he realized that the real horror was loneliness and despair.

For the first time, he took the initiative to speak.

"Throw me down, prepare the transport planes and troops, I want to see what's going on down there!"

"Emperor, even the first time I saw a bug, I felt so pleased with it!"

(End of this chapter)