Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 475 The Real Beast

It is not wrong to say that the Dark Angels are like the Fenrisians. After all, the culture of the world of Caliban and the character of Lion himself are engraved into the interior of this legion like deep into their bones.

It is a kind of wildness hidden under rules and order, and also a kind of restless desire in the blood.

Is there any prey more challenging than a swarm of insects? This answer from Taylor, an Imperial officer who has been entangled with the insects for a long time, is too accurate.

Let's put it this way, Taylor's best war collection today is still the black and beautiful chitin of the Zerg Tyrant, and the savagery and violence expressed by its head.

That taste seemed to have a natural attraction, sweet and wonderful to the Empire and all intelligent races.

It turns out that conquering barbarism is the gene in the bones of most civilizations.

Whether it's Eldar or Human, Necron or Tau, separating from the chaotic nature is what almost every civilization that sets foot on the stars needs to do.

This is an act of weaning, a farewell to one's hometown, and it also means that this civilization will soon lose the greatest pleasure of a race, which can be enjoyed by ordinary people and dignitaries alike.

explore.

When the sea of stars is no longer a secret, now is the 41st millennium of human civilization and the beginning of the most epic story in the entire galaxy.

People are well aware of every star zone and every star field, and the Empire's ships have set foot in every corner of the galaxy.

But at this time, a beast from another galaxy, which had completely dominated its area with barbarism, came wielding fangs and claws.

This is the greatest provocation and happiness for every race that has already felt the galaxy is boring.

Of course, this was after defeating those hungry predators, and now was not the time to talk about the beast's head hanging beautifully in the mansion.

Maybe they are the ones who are eaten up.

Taylor thought so, then picked up the telescope and looked at the monsters from the narrow perspective of the fully defended radiation-proof command room.

First of all, the spread of the Zerg has been suppressed. A large number of Kriegs and Greenskins, together with the attacks of a few Dark Angels, have successfully suppressed those greedy creatures outside the trench area.

It was a perfect example of wartime, written into the already thick and exaggerated textbook of the Imperial Guard Commander.

It is also destined to be something that cannot be talked about because of the greenskin and Eldar equipment.

This is a secret.

The same secret as the Dark Angel.

Taylor was well aware that his name would probably not be recorded in the history of the empire, and might be an overlooked part of a long story.

Of course, many heroes must have memories of him, and many clues in history also tell of his existence.

Just think about it, you have left a black hole in history, and like an inaccessible rule story, you will always remain in the cracks of imperial history.

This is the highest evaluation of every man. He is not in history, but he has left his mark everywhere in history.

The most important thing is that he has suffered, but he will soon enjoy happiness.

Being able to enjoy peace while alive and not being judged by others after death, isn’t this the best life?
Oh, poor Guilliman and Lion, they will just have to wait to be trolled when they get old, although I don’t know whether the Primarch will die.

Taylor felt a little gloating. He didn't want to stay in this messy galaxy for long. Maybe death really was salvation and relief.

Perhaps he could now make an appointment in advance to play regicide chess with Lord Malcador at the Emperor's side.

But the problem is that Taylor is probably a bad chess player. After all, real wars can use so many tricks, inexplicable support and even imperial blessings.

But playing chess is very rigid.

With this in mind, Taylor took a sip of his coffee and then asked the Krieg Champion he had brought from Comoros. "By the Emperor, how are the hunting plans for the Dark Angels going?"

The Krieg replied, "They are boarding the massive Titan, ready to deliver enough molten heat to annihilate the enemy."

"Lord Azrael has also gone."

Taylor had to add two more servings of sugar to his cup to keep the food providing enough calories, and then said.

"The winter in Krieg is comparable to my hometown. I hope the blood of the bugs can warm Lord Azrael's cold heart."

The Krieg joked with the Eldar, "I'm afraid it's a heart that was dug out."

Taylor asked. "Isn't that freezing cold?"

The Krieg said. "No, the blood is hotter than the air."

Taylor frowned at the joke. "You've been influenced too much by those aliens."

The Krieg warrior replied, "Boss, you are a greenskin leader."

"Not much behind, but I still need some practice."

Taylor couldn't help but say, "You're just a chatterbox."

"How is the situation with Master Azrael now?"

The Krieg replied. "The scouts reported that they had been in great difficulty, in great difficulty, and had clearly underestimated the Swarm's will to protect the Titan."

"From what I can tell, a large-scale bombing is less effective than a single-soldier invasion."

Taylor said, "That's something only a Fenris tusk would do. The Dark Angels have a similar awareness and preferences to the Knights, so they obviously wouldn't do that."

"Conservative, but loyal, old-fashioned but not dull."

"If I weren't the boss of this half-alien army, I would be friends with them."

"It's not too late now."

Now the Krieg said, "The Hive Tyrant has defeated Master Azrael!"

"Vile indeed! The three Tyrants swiftly crushed the battle line, engaging in a completely unfair duel atop the Titan's body."

"The Emperor is above, the throne is above..."

The Krieg seemed to recall his days on the Comoros, days of cruelty and madness, sickening and disgusting.

He said reluctantly. "My lord, it's about time we help. Even though those guys are definitely not polite, their sins are not so serious that we can ignore them."

Taylor replied. "Lord Azrael still has a chance of winning. It's all right. His sword is still unsheathed, but the Zerg are not to be trifled with."

The situation was just as Taylor predicted. Grand Master Azriel almost fell off the Titan's body, but suddenly drew his sword and broke through with Dark Wing.

They were unstoppable, but when they reached the Titan's wound and smashed the melta into it, the Titan did not die or collapse from the explosion of the melta bomb.

At this moment, the swarm of insects kept crawling over and preparing to attack Azriel and the others. Taylor also got on the transport plane with a loud speaker and shouted to the angels below with the support of firepower.

"I still have some means I can use. Do you want support?"

"Or do you want me to go to jail?"

Azrael raised his head, the blood of the insects flowing through his armor, and asked angrily. "What do you want? Mortal?"

Taylor replied. "It's simple. Just put aside your bad temper and let's talk it over!"

(End of this chapter)