Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 238 Blood Angels
A few pieces of high-quality lard were sizzling in the pan.

Two pieces of bread were thrown in with a snap.

In the temporary boiler, the promethium burned with an unpleasant smell of garlic, but for Taylor, this was the taste of life.

He used a spoon to stir another mouthful of a paste made from canned tomatoes, canned meat, and canned beans, which was bubbling from the promethium bisque.

Because it was too hot, he drank some sparkling water in a coffee cup.

But the other officers were a little confused...

Most Imperial soldiers thought it was something only children would drink, but heroes like Taylor loved it.

Taylor's actions once made sparkling water popular within the Imperial Army for a while, but people soon discovered that it was not as stimulating and refreshing as fermented drinks like Tanner tea.

It doesn't make people as awake as caffeine, it doesn't have the addictive comfort of alcohol, and it doesn't have the sense of security that cigarettes bring.

Today, it’s still something Taylor loves to this day.

But the sparkling water is warm at this moment.

It wasn't unbearable, but he complained.

"No more ice."

"Yes, there's no ice..."

The ice cube is not important to Taylor, but it is also important because it is not the ice cube itself that is important.

Whether it's the premium vodka that officers prefer, or putting a few pieces in your coffee.

Or maybe the soldiers liked to put that thing into their comrades' pants, and then they were caught by officers and made to stand in the corner as punishment.

Or smart soldiers would use it to dissipate heat from their guns or regulate their body temperature.

but no matter……

That small, simple, low-temperature liquid crystal is a manifestation of peace.

Only a settled camp can produce ice, and you can't waste even a trace of promethium to produce it.

It means that either the supply line is broken or war is coming.

Taylor muttered. "Looks like we've entered a war zone."

"It's unlucky. Drinking warm water before a battle isn't necessarily a good idea."

He stirred his canned soup to keep it from becoming sticky and clinging to the bottom of the pot; he had no place to scrub the pot, and he didn't want to eat the black, burnt bits at the bottom.

After a while of mixed aromas crawling out of the canned soup, a hungry soul walked out of the dormitory area.

He didn't recognize Taylor, but just said, "Hey, man, this stuff tastes good..." He had a strange accent, similar to the accent of the lower middle level of the hive.

Obviously, his position, at least that of his parents, is definitely not high.

He lowered his head and fanned the scent into his face while Taylor said.

"Just joined the army?"

The guy said, "Pretty much, but I also know you're an elite from Skadi. Those powerful guys slaughtered a large number of cultists with ease."

He sat down familiarly, and as a matter of course, took out a bottle of low-quality Amsett from his tactical bag and shared it with Taylor.

For him, that was probably the best thing.

The two of them ate dinner and talked about what would happen next, and about two hours later, the girl Krieger came over.

She looked at Taylor at the dormitory door and asked without emotion, "What are you doing?"

The new recruit was scared to death. He had heard that soldiers were sent to concentration camps or the Legion of Atonement for such things.

But he still stood up subconsciously and shouted, "Sir! These are all mine. I'm sorry, I was a little unruly."

Ms. Krieger looked at him as if he were an object, then she said to Taylor, "Go to the General Staff. Follow me."

Tyler sighed. He didn't want to fight, at least not after dinner.

But obviously, they need to solve something right now.

He stood up, and the young soldier followed suit. Taylor smiled, and then Ms. Krieger emphasized, "Forget it. Just be more careful next time."

Then the two men left quickly, leaving behind a mess and the worried look of the young soldier.

Taylor quipped, looking a bit amused, "He's a fool, the kind who won't live long."

"But he's a good soldier," said the Krieger girl.

Taylor muttered. "A man like him needs time to learn how to live. He doesn't have the abnormal ruffianism and carelessness of me and my troops."

"I hope Guilliman's approach can allow those young men more time to train, or survive a few more battles." The two men walked into the command center while chatting. When the officers saw Taylor coming, the chattering disappeared and they began to report the situation instead.

Basically, Guilliman's expeditionary fleet encountered an enemy entrenched on an asteroid, and they needed to get resources into one side of the war fortress.

Taylor wasn't the one delivering the goods.

The key point is that the enemy sent out an ancient World Eater warship, the Brass Sword, as a threshold to block the transportation route.

As a combat unit of the logistics department, Taylor needs to find a way to destroy the enemy ship's defense capabilities so that most people can deliver resources.

Taylor said now uncomfortably. "That sounds like something a Space Marine would do."

The Krieg girl replied. "That's what Space Marines do. We actually got some help from the Blood Angels."

"Their home planet has lost contact with them since the Great Rift opened, so they are preparing to join the logistics department and use their own strength to ensure the safety of the Empire's shipping routes."

Taylor said. "Angel?"

He was a little unsure whether he should go with those guys. After all, in his eyes, those red Space Marines looked too similar to the World Eaters.

Secondly...

Genetic defects like Black Rage did not dissipate from their bodies.

But the mission is the mission and the enemy is the enemy. Although Taylor is reluctant, he has to work.

Taylor thought so and began to arrange the next dispatch issues. He himself did not want to engage in boarding battle.

At the same time, this was the job of the Imperial Navy, and secondly, he was not well versed in the internal structure of the ship.

Therefore, a recruit from the Imperial Navy became his guide.

Secondly, the Blood Angels invited him to dinner, which was a pre-tactical mobilization.

So now Taylor and his brothers walked into those angels' barges.

And a new recruit was now tremblingly following the veterans wearing advanced armor, wiping the Imperial Sky Eagle emblem on his forehead in fear.

He said.

"Oh my god, an angel's ship, and you are Taylor, returning with Guilliman the Avenger..."

He was practically suffocating, and Taylor felt nothing but numbness.

When he experienced too many days like this, his heart did grow bigger.

Maybe his adrenaline had finally worn off?

He answered the recruit. "Be natural. Those giants are not that scary."

The recruit said. "You can rip the head off a Hive Tyrant with your bare hands, so you're not afraid."

Taylor replied, a bit annoyed. "What did you hear? That thing's shell is harder than Lemanus's armor!"

He pinched the recruit's face and demanded angrily, "Tell me all the nonsense you've heard sometime. This is the difference between me and some lunatic who's writing and drawing on Macragge."

He replied hastily. "Of course, sir, of course..."

After the teasing, the Blood Angels' chapter servants opened the door of the hall. About 20 angels were sitting inside with bright red wine in front of them. They looked at Taylor and the others.

Taylor dealt with them the same way he dealt with the Ultramarines.

Walk over naturally and sit down.

But the new recruit hurriedly performed the Sky Eagle Salute, which made the situation awkward and funny.

A middle-aged Blood Angels veteran said with a smile, "I didn't expect meeting Taylor to be so interesting."

Taylor sighed. "I never thought I'd end up here with a new recruit."

The Blood Angel replied, "It doesn't matter. You're a swarm slayer, a hero of the Imperium. Whatever happens is fine."

Taylor said. "You are sons of Bhaal, angels of the Emperor. You can say anything."

The two old foxes smiled at each other, and their uneasiness and hostility towards each other disappeared.

Only the unfortunate young man could not comprehend the situation.

Taylor patted his shoulder and said.

"Don't be nervous, the main event is coming next."

"Get ready to dance for Chaos Marines..."

(End of this chapter)