Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 473 Dark Angel Chief Mentor

The Dark Angels, the children of the Lion, are one of the greatest Space Marine Chapters.

Now that the six wings have gathered and landed on the world of Krieg, what they are pursuing is definitely not just the ridiculous demand of defeating the bugs.

Taylor couldn't help but wonder, what else did he have? What could he give them?
It was obvious that he had nothing, or rather, he had only messes or troubles on his hands.

At least even if those things were settled, the profits generated would definitely not be enough to make a startup group jealous.

Those guys are the emperor's grandsons. At least in terms of the resources they can control, those guys have absolute advantages.

At least Taylor definitely did not enjoy the resources tilted towards the entire empire. At least when he was in Macragge, he only had the input of materials from a few star regions when he fought the Plague War.

Even so, he could still say that it was the richest war he had ever fought in his life. At least this showed that he was not raised in wealth by this empire.

He has to think about everything and do everything. At least he really envies those Space Marines. They only need to think about how to train, while Taylor has to take care of his brothers' food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The only ones he had in common with in this regard were the Carcharodon, and even those guys had gray and blood taxes to collect.

It seems that the Imperial Guard is the one who is unloved by his parents, but Taylor is still very happy about the arrival of the Dark Angels.

Warriors in dark grey-green armor began to fall onto the battlefield, accompanied by Imperial Navy fighter planes.

Countless fast strike ships and death-class fighter squadrons are clearing the sky. At least the areas that cannot be covered by ground firepower have been redeemed.

Most of the bugs were falling continuously, like raindrops made of corpses and chitin, gorgeous, bloody, and smelly.

Taylor wasn't sure, but the Dark Angels seemed delighted by it, like children watching snowfall, only those children were waving sticks or snowballs.

The older black and green kids used chainswords and bolter bombs.

Of course, their entertainment looked so reassuring. As the giants slaughtered the insects and brought victory and hope to the front line, the Kriegs were able to regroup.

A large amount of promethium and incendiary bombs were used in the war, which solved the urgent problem. Although the urgent problem was solved by burning, it also had a hint of black humor.

But those things are effective and durable.

But when a black warrior comes along, Taylor has to face one of the most difficult people in the universe.

He was dressed in beautiful gold and black armor, like a warrior from a Norse tale, serving Odin.

The golden visor had black edges, and the red feathers looked like giant insect antennae. A golden power sword was at the giant's waist, and as he strode forward, it looked sharp and boundless.

The gray-white winged sword symbol on the shoulder of his armor looked so reassuring. It was the symbol of the Dark Angels Chapter, representing the six-winged legion and the faith of the Dark Angels.

When he took off his helmet, a sophisticated and brave face with thick gray-black hair was revealed.

His wise blue eyes looked at Taylor, and at this moment Taylor spoke subconsciously.

"You and the Lion King look so much alike."

The middle-aged soldier answered expressionlessly.

"You have indeed met my father, our father. This fact alone proves that our trip was worthwhile."

He answered quickly, as if there was not a minute to waste.

Maybe. Although the battle was not going smoothly, according to Taylor's habit, the war would last for two days. They definitely had time to sit down and make coffee for each other.

Then they chatted about the current state of the Empire and grumbled about the Chaos traitors' stupidity. At least some things couldn't be rushed, especially when it came to deploying troops. Taylor seemed to be telling the giant that haste makes waste.

But before Taylor could say anything, the giant asked.

"Tell us, my father, where is our father?"

Taylor swallowed hard and asked, "You brought almost your entire chapter to the Dark Side of the Imperium just to meet your own Primarch? That's truly touching, but I'm just an outsider."

"This is probably your family affair, and I can't get involved. Let me be clear, I'm deeply grateful for helping us clean up the bugs. I can compensate you for all the resource losses in this operation, except for the dead Space Marines."

"I deeply regret the departure of those brave and loyal angels, but as everyone knows, I do not produce Space Marines."

Taylor was muttering to himself at this moment.

At least not now.

But the giant said, "Not really!"

He was too embarrassed to speak up, but he still considered that Taylor was the only person who had seen his father or knew his location in a short period of time.

This may not be accurate, but he is at least one of the only two people in the Holy Land who knows that information, and the other is the Imperial Regent, Roboute Guilliman.

This matter immediately became a choice: should he anger the Imperial Regent, the Gene Master of the Ultramarines, or go find an Imperial Guard officer who was on vacation?

Even though the Dark Angels mobilized all their channels, Taylor still mysteriously disappeared for a whole month. God knows where he went, as if he suddenly disappeared from the Milky Way.

During this time, the Dark Angels had been collecting information about this mortal's life, and they soon discovered that this mortal had an inextricable relationship with the Primarch and Chaos.

Let's put it this way, the Dark Angels quickly realized that Taylor's existence was special, and their purpose in coming here was to control him and get Ryan's location.

Now the angel answered.

"I need you. I need you to tell us where our father is."

"He's hiding from us."

This sentence is a little sad, but there is no tone of escape or cowardice, just like an old sharp blade.

The smell of rust...

Taylor rarely used such words to describe someone, but the irony was that this giant dark angel did.

He was like a weapon abandoned by its owner, and the smell was almost overflowing.

He suddenly regained his momentum and said, "You, Imperial officer!"

"You have a lot of problems with demons and aliens. You let the Krieg wear those Eldar weapons and equipment, and there are greenskins in the team."

"I don't know why the Inquisition turned a blind eye to this, but I believe that I, Grand Master of the Dark Angels, Azrael, have the responsibility to investigate this matter!"

Taylor's face froze, then he answered.

"You're really being too picky. No wonder your father doesn't want to see you!"

(End of this chapter)