Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 478: The Five Evil Gods of the Warp Gather in Valhalla
The decision Taylor regretted most recently was probably going to Valhalla, which was not clear or smart.

It is particularly stupid to fill all the KAMAZ factories with the production of cold-region weapons and equipment.

Now that the warp routes are blocked, it is obvious that the Chaos Gods have invited Taylor to take the throne.

In this era when the Great Rift is unfolding, the Four Gods are the true kings of the universe, and this is almost beyond doubt.

Taylor has begun to regret his complacency. At least he is not at the stage where he can act arrogantly. He should have a clearer investigation destination.

Now there are about 30 warships trapped in Valsili's orbit, although the scale of this warship is similar to that of Valhalla trapped next to the Damocles fleet.

It can be said that before the dark side of the empire was opened, the scale of thirty warships was enough to make the highest authority in the empire think twice.

But now it is just the most insignificant force in this ever-changing and strange universe.

God knows how many warships disappear into the void every day, and God knows how many warships are tirelessly built by the Empire or other alien races.

The fate of most of them is to be sucked into the warp, becoming space hulks or garbage in the universe.

Of course, Taylor would never want to become that kind of thing, but considering that if they make a subspace jump now, they will most likely become that kind of thing.

But they only have about half a year's worth of resources. After all, the average time for warp travel is about three standard Terran months. Even if there are accidents, the supplies for two routes are enough.

In any case, being hungry is not a so-called "good thing". Mutiny, distrust and famine will lead to a very bad situation. Moreover, even the Space Marines' warships need mortals to operate them.

Obviously Taylor knew very well that the soldiers could not be allowed to go hungry, and they still had five standard months of supplies, which was plenty of time.

There are two options now. One is to try to dismantle the things on the battleship and free up enough space to start farming and breeding.

The other is to go down and take a look.

Go down to Valhalla, which has been out of contact for thirty years, and go to this ice-forged hell to see what the four gods are up to.

Obviously the latter was not what Taylor wanted. If possible, he would definitely want to farm on the ship until the warp storm stopped, and in fact he did so.

The two-month ship production began immediately, although the Dark Angels had many complaints about this, and the narrow space inside the ship was indeed not suitable for planting.

Fortunately, the orcs were gifted in this area. They tinkered around with scraps and made sheds and animal pens on the track that could be used in the universe.

Come to think of it, it must be a good day when batches of food appear from here, the Empire's genetically modified crops always work so well.

However, such behavior completely confused the Chaos Demons below. When they heard that Taylor was coming, they immediately stopped attacking and fighting each other in anticipation of the arrival of the Emperor's lackeys.

The children of Slaanesh seek revenge for their prince, the Lord of Khorne has yet to taste blood and death, the children of the loving father look forward to tasting the remnants of the crucible, and the Lord of Change wants things to get more interesting.

They are ready to go, like gourmets waiting for dinner, eager to feast on the blood of the Emperor's followers on this world of ice and snow.

But after waiting for two months, they only encountered increasingly severe blizzards and suffocating cold.

For the first time, Lord Khorne had to admit that the real world could be so difficult to endure.

If the Bronze Throne had not issued a death order requiring them not to fight among themselves, he really wanted to kill those two cowards, Tzeentch and Slaanesh.

Inside a hexagonal building resembling an altar, there was a bright red building made of bones, as if hell had materialized in this snow-white world.

A massive Tzeentchian Daemon was maintaining the Warp rift here, maintaining those suffocating, disgusting Warp fluctuations. They had deliberately trapped Taylor here. Clearly, the Four Gods had completely lost their dignity in order to deal with this mortal, but at the last critical moment, this mortal did not take the bait...

The Great Daemon of Khorne said angrily. "By the throne, that fellow has brought back Angron, and now this madman will not be quiet until he kills three Daemons a day!"

"It's almost my turn! I don't want to duel with that lunatic!"

His tone was filled with fear. Of course, this emotion only flashed by in front of the other demons, but his old enemy quickly followed up.

"Ah, look, that guy is actually doing pretty good."

The Lord of Tzeentch smiled. "I'm growing fond of that mortal."

"Look, he smashed the sticky cauldron and sealed the jewel of Slaanesh's crown. Good things are happening all the time..."

His speech quickly aroused anger, and the three great demons looked at the blue birdman at the same time, as if to say that if you utter another word with your chattering mouth, they will smash your head.

Finally, the furious Khorne Daemon said, "We will use the power of the Warp to teleport directly to the human warship..."

Tzeentch's troublemaker, the Archdemon, couldn't help but say, "Enough, you headless red barbarian."

"Tyler is a moving human astronomical torch. His power is even greater if he is in the void."

"Let's do the math. He's killed at least a dozen demons..."

"He's probably already absorbed most of Prince Sata's power by now, so he should have no problem dealing with ordinary demons. Besides, his troops have always shown strong combat effectiveness."

"We have to consider our own weight."

The Slaanesh Daemon took a step back, and the Nurgle Daemon was well aware of what had become of the Crucible.

Now, only the Khorne Daemons who have not been beaten by Taylor are still full of passion. After all, to them, Taylor is just an ordinary human being.

He was just lucky enough to obtain the power of the Emperor.

But the great demon Tzeentch was as smart as a rabbit after all. When he saw that guy, he couldn't help it and said something.

"There are still some Valhallans down there, quite a few of them. Let them send out radio signals to act as bait and lure the human into taking the bait."

He had a lot of clever ideas, and by this point the other demons had somewhat agreed with this plan.

After all, the inexplicable brotherhood of human beings will definitely make this guy take the bait. As long as Taylor leaves the void, gravity and the atmosphere can restrain him to a certain extent.

In addition, this place has long been filled with subspace magic, making it obviously the best battlefield.

Those guys hit it off and had already prepared a plan to deal with Taylor.

Taylor was completely unaware of this and just stared at the green tomatoes that had just grown out of the green space station with a silly smile.

"Hehehe, it's almost done. Uncle will use you to make soup~"

The greenskin next to him frowned and said, "Is the boss crazy?"

(End of this chapter)