Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 477: The Gods Bless Valhalla
Once again, the Krieg had proven their loyalty and reliability, and victory felt like a natural affirmation of loyalty, or perhaps it was the Emperor rolling the dice and successfully passing the exemption.

But no matter what, Taylor gained the unconditional trust of the Krieg people, and two full infantry regiments of veteran Krieg soldiers, all of whom had participated in this war and faced the Zerg, a total of 15 people.

Secondly, they also recognized Taylor's war strategy and what he needed to do, which was that he would not be able to leave his name in history and might even be treated as a heretic and traitor.

Because loyalty is a no-brainer, and that's why Taylor likes Krieger.

They don't think too much and don't feel fear. As long as their souls can return to the Golden Throne, they can take up any position.

Whether they are competent or not is another matter, but this time they are acting as soldiers on the front lines, and are basically playing themselves.

Overall, it's not bad. Now Taylor has asked Kamaz to start producing supporting equipment with all its strength, and he has managed to gain a foothold in the dark side of the empire.

Of course, it is still a little short of the real powerful figures, but now the Dark Angels’ fleet and Grand Master Azrael and his six wings are all there.

After all, the terrifying Inner Ring people are considered to be the most advanced combat force in the entire universe!
Now the Dark Knights' Chief Grand Master Azrael and the Imperial Guard's Commander Taylor are facing each other.

Two people sat on the Damocles, with only two hot individual self-heating meals in front of them.

It was a sticky paste of starch and meat, with a "titanium"-style soup made from seaweed, dehydrated shrimp, and artificial eggs.

There are also pickles and vitamin juice to supplement vitamins and flavor.

Now, several cans of freshly boiled Grox beasts were placed on the table, and a black giant and Taylor looked at each other.

Taylor dug into his hand and said frankly, "Let's try the new individual rations."

Azrael said angrily. "You let a Grand Master serve as a food taster for your soldiers?"

He picked up the spoon and stirred the bag in his hand slightly. The food was about the size of his palm. Note that it was the palm of a Space Marine. In other words, it was as big as a mortal's entire hand!

Azriel could clearly see that where the bag was torn open, there was a large amount of mashed potatoes with minced meat inside, and the bag did not emit any smoke when it was heated by promethium just now.

And even by the standards of Space Marines, this is a meal worth savoring on the battlefield. Although they are not worried about food crises and morale issues, no one doesn't like delicious food.

Azrael said with interest, "I represent the highest honor and fighting power of the Empire, and yet you ask me to serve your troops here?"

He picked up the spoon and tasted it briefly. The rich flavor was rushing towards his throat. A large amount of butter and starch, with minced meat sauce and a slight spiciness, stimulated his taste buds that had been stagnant for a long time.

Azrael clicked his tongue a few times before answering, "Better than I expected. I've tasted the Imperial Guard's emergency rations before, but most of them were bland and poisonous."

"And what you made is a meal, a pretty good meal."

"But in many extreme war situations, is there any way to keep this thing heating effectively?"

Taylor replied. "They've passed polar testing. They've successfully heated up in extreme weather conditions."

"As long as the soldiers have enough to eat, things won't be too bad. Basic supplies like these should be reserved for those with sufficient combat experience and experience."

Azrael narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Where does this tactical thinking come from?"

"This isn't something that's innate. At least as far as I know, the Empire, especially most Imperial Military Academies, don't teach such simple and effective war concepts."

Taylor replied. "Of course the war taught me that. You learn once you've learned something."

This answer was almost perfect, and Grand Master Azrael had no choice but to give up. He chewed the rich-flavored food gently and realized where he wanted to go.

"A cold place, a place lacking in heat." "Your ambition is not small, as long as you are on the throne."

"Valhalla..."

Azrael is very sensitive, even a little too smart.

His judgment was correct. Taylor's next destination was Valhalla, a world forged of ice that produced the best warriors in the entire galaxy.

It was also the central route to Macragge, at least before the rise of the Dark Side of the Empire.

Valhalla has been out of contact for almost 30 years. Although it is a long time, fortunately Taylor spent most of his time in the subspace. It can even be said that he did not actually feel anything.

To him, Valhalla was still one of the standard excellent recruiting worlds that was once written in the Imperial Guard manual. At least it was a very great place.

Of course, the endless snowfields were picturesque, and Taylor was even looking forward to this trip.

Taylor smiled. "It's just a formality. We won't necessarily run into trouble when we get to Valhalla. It would be even more of a headache to be treated well and then have to figure out how to return the favor..."

Darkwing Grand Master Azrael said with a hint of resignation, "Valhalla has fallen. The Inquisition and all the major factions have heard the news."

"The Imperial exploration vessels sent to the Dark Side witnessed the tragedy of Valhalla, which was invaded by Chaos forces in the early days of the Plague War."

"The Valhallans may be history."

Taylor hesitated for a moment, then said, "What?"

"You're kidding, right?"

His tone trembled a little, because he knew very well that Azrael, the Grand Mentor of the Dark Angels, was destined to have nothing to do with the word "joke".

They are so rigid, so...

Taylor had to admit that he was extremely unlucky.

The world that had not fallen for thousands of years became dark and terrifying on the day he was about to arrive, and chaos spread across it like a plague.

Azrael asked. "Are we there yet?"

"Calculating, it should be almost time."

Taylor apologized. "It was indeed my recklessness in this matter. I led us into the fangs of Chaos."

Azrael didn't blame him. Instead, he said, "Valhalla is an important world to the Empire. Today is a great opportunity."

"Take this place back..."

These words chilled Taylor's heart. Obviously, he didn't think he could do it, or he didn't want to get involved in this muddy quagmire.

But when the white world appeared outside the window and the sudden warning of the subspace storm came, Taylor had to admit it.

He had to deal with Chaos again.

(End of this chapter)