Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 479 Ice and Snow World
The first batch of fruits and vegetables were successfully marketed, with no cosmic pests or diseases and no genetic mutations caused by radiation. Although I don't want to admit it, those genetically modified vegetables may be more resilient than humans of this era.

Although the space greenhouse based on hydroponics looks shabby, both the Kriegs and the Orcs can be considered agricultural experts.

They survived in extremely harsh environments and were proud of it. Both the orcs' forging skills and the Kriegs' hydroponic experience were amazing enough.

Of course, cosmic radiation is nothing compared to the environment back home in Krieg.

When the first serving of vegetable soup was delivered to the highest standards (special note: it was grown entirely from the space farms of the Damocles Fleet), Taylor could hardly suppress the smile on his face.

He was happier to grow his first crop in a place like this than to kill ten thousand enemies, which seemed so strange in the warlike empire.

So much so that the other senior executives at this special lunch were a little confused. Was their top leader crazy?
After all, it did seem strange for an imperial hero to laugh foolishly at vegetable soup. Of course, they did not mean to insult the soldiers who were engaged in agriculture, but this matter did seem strange.

Grand Master Azrael was the most helpless one. He tasted the thick soup in his hand, which contained tomatoes, mushrooms, garlic, onions and peppers.

Finally, the sweet potato, also known as the potato, provides the most valuable starch, making the taste sticky and filling the soldiers' hungry stomachs.

At the same time, it is clear that with just one mouthful, this red soup can provide you with a burst of umami and spicy flavor to dispel the pain of the endless winter.

Black pepper and garlic are the base flavors, while mushrooms and tomatoes are the natural sources of umami...

I have to say, it’s quite delicious?
Azriel was also a little shaken. After all, what this mortal had done all along was not wrong.

But mortals are mortals after all.

He put down his spoon and asked dissatisfiedly. "We have been stationed in orbit for two months, hoping that the warp storm will pass, but we have to admit that this matter will not pass easily."

Azrael's anger came from two points. One was that Taylor's army used aliens such as greenskins on a large scale. The other was that he no longer moved forward and stayed in space orbit.

It was easy to miss an opportunity, and Azrael was certain that something terrible was happening on the ground.

Of course, he didn't think Taylor was completely wrong. The voice of conservatism had always been high. After all, this place was indeed deserted and full of danger.

What Azrael was most dissatisfied with were the greenskins. He could even see some of them sitting and dining with him.

That thing was wearing a military uniform and even had its own cloak and group. The greenskins below called him General. Obviously, their numbers were enough to threaten the Empire.

Those things are definitely a big disaster, and it is obvious that Azriel does not trust them.

When the dinner was over, he specially found Taylor in his bedroom, which was like a combat command room. For the first time, the great mentor changed his opinion of this mortal.

He took a quick look around, serious, meticulous, and quick to react.

No matter how careless the owner of this room was, he could feel that he had misunderstood that mortal.

Now he had just walked into the room and hadn't spoken yet, Taylor said.

"Emperor above all, what brings the Grand Master of the Dark Angels here?"

"I have a small house and nothing to offer you. Please find a place to sit down."

Azriel had also been to the battlefield, so he naturally didn't mind. He sat down in the gap between several communicators.

He was now curled up with his legs together. If Taylor's room wasn't so big, there would probably be no place for him to sit down.

He couldn't help but ask. "Why make this place so cramped? I think there's still plenty of room for furniture."

Taylor sat in front of the communicator like a little scout, then smiled and said, "I can't leave this place empty. I'm afraid of getting dirty." "I just don't like empty tables and chairs. After a long time in the war, people become a bit superstitious. Usually, there are no guests, so a bed and a stool are enough."

"Even if there are extra expenses, we have to take them to the battlefield first. If we can exchange them for a bullet or a can of food, it will be a complete success."

Azrael said with a hint of guilt. "I still have you, and you are one of those foolish traitors who have been bewitched by the alien heresy and whose minds are filled with pleasure."

"It's obvious that I've been wrong about you being able to live in a place like this."

"It's not that loyal people can't endure such an environment."

Taylor was a bit confused. "What's the point of this loyalty thing? I'm just used to sleeping in the trenches. It's pretty good this way. It's pretty much like the command room."

"And a proper bed. This is a favor from the Emperor."

"Compared to this, the Dark Angel's information network is truly amazing. You're here just after I received the message."

Azriel was a little confused, but remained silent while Taylor spoke to himself.

"The Valhallans are more resilient than I imagined. Not only did they survive, they even defeated a portion of the demonic forces."

"They sent me a message and gave me the coordinates. I will soon bring supplies to reward those soldiers."

"By the Emperor, there is more to this world than just bad news."

"Obviously, better days are not far away. When Valhalla returns to the Empire, we won't need to practice soil-less cultivation in low-Earth orbit."

"I have also prepared the first wave of landing soldiers. I intend to reward those warriors personally. The greenskins and the Valhallans have never been on good terms. I intend to let them wait."

Azrael said uncertainly at this moment. "Not likely."

Taylor asked in confusion. "What is that?"

The experienced dark angel said, "Mortals cannot defeat demons, even the elite of Valhalla."

"Those things will naturally destroy the spirit and will of mortals, and corruption and depravity will naturally arise."

"Your army has won many victories, that's because of your strength. Most of the Imperial Guards are weak and incompetent against demons."

"This is a trap," Azrael said firmly.

Taylor suddenly woke up from his dream. He was a little scared, then looked at the telegraph signal in front of him and said a little annoyedly.

“Usually I’m the one who plays with them!”

"I checked the code three or four times and the empire's internal special information network. No, it's just that I was too eager for good things to happen..."

Taylor gave up, he gave up that glimmer of hope, and then went to the fleet to prepare to bomb the coordinates in the information.

Next, arrange the soldiers to carry out landing operations.

He was sure that he needed to come to Valhalla, but this time he was not going to be a savior, but to give this snowy world a thorough cleaning!

(End of this chapter)