Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 480: Summer in Valhalla
Silver-white flags danced on the frozen ground. Under the cold wind, the 386th Valhalla Regiment, the most honorable warriors of the empire, were ready for battle.

The Youth League flag fluttered in the cold wind, but a touch of bright red appeared under the flagpole.

A man in a heavy cotton military uniform pierced another soldier with a laser gun.

There was no confusion or panic among the people, and the killer was wiping the muzzle of his gun.

Soon the bodies of the dead began to become illusory, and an ugly and chaotic monster with skin like a chameleon began to appear.

He lay dead beside the battle flag, his blood no longer bright red as the psychic effect dissipated, revealing a sickeningly bright blue.

The Valhalla warrior said in pain. "My brother!"

He felt regretful at this moment because a shapeshifter had sneaked into his team without him noticing. This thing killed his deputy leader and sent something into the universe.

The radio had been blocked by the psychic power of the Warp and had not been used for a long time. Now the behavior of this demon was almost saying that reinforcements from the Empire had arrived and they had become a ridiculous trap.

Or rather, bait?
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. After all, the legion he led had been fighting against demons since the fall of Valhalla, and they were definitely hated by those demons.

He swore, he bet, he was willing to sacrifice his own life to make those demons die a miserable death and let those things that set foot in his hometown rest in peace.

From the day he was born, the dark side of the empire quietly arrived. He was like a disaster star, witnessing the underground fortresses being conquered by demons again and again, and experiencing inhumane deaths and tortures again and again.

He made it through, and he's proud of it.

He is the demon slayer, the new blood of Valhalla, and a warmonger who makes his ancestors proud.

Now he has become the devil's bait? To lure the loyalists from the void?

He couldn't accept it, but the shapeshifting demon had already devised a plan. He could feel suffocated and uneasy, as if he was stepping into his worst nightmare.

This place has been held for fifteen years and is also the last road leading to the Valhalla underground fortress.

They relied on the environment of the Amhaina Mountains to barely resist the demons, but now it seems that the demons have never really taken action.

The Valhallan wiped the blue blood from his chest, but the pain caused by the demonic psychic energy suddenly reappeared. He knelt on one knee and looked at the regimental flag.

His death was approaching, and he could feel his mind breaking apart, with only faith and willpower keeping him moving.

He said painfully. "Get ready for battle..."

"demon!"

"I want this mountain range..."

"Our mother, our Mount Rovetta..."

At this point, blood was already oozing from his nose and eyeballs, and his 1.8-meter-tall body collapsed, but the soldiers continued to stuff cannons and projectiles into the defensive works without hesitation.

The Earthshaker is one of the few human weapons and equipment that can threaten demons, and now it has become the core of this fortress built on the mountain.

But this time the devil was no longer interested in playing house with those mortals.

They activated their own psionic forces, and under the vicious chanting and demonic dancing of thousands of Chaos lackeys, large numbers of Valhalla artillerymen began to fall to the ground in pain.

What is amazing is the willpower of those warriors from the polar regions.

Shells were continuously transported in, even though the fallen bodies had begun to pile up, as if the area next to the artillery fire was a death zone.

The stench of blood and incontinence mixed to a nauseating degree. The temporary regimental commander, the political commissar, couldn't help but fall into a standard prayer position. He wasn't a Valhallan, but he was moved by the sentiment. He admitted that at 60, he shouldn't be participating in such a battle, but he still shouted.

"Protect our hometown! Protect the last city!"

His voice was old but strong, as lovable as an old pine tree, and at the same time, it was intimidating without any movement.

The bolt pistol in his hand kept whistling bullets, trying to take away the non-existent lives of the red vampires approaching the fortress.

But the enemies were endless: the sky was filled with winged demons and plague flies, howling Tzeentch terrors and Khorne's blood bats.

There were countless unclean ones and bloodletters on the ground, Tzeentch demons were waving their staffs in the distance, and Slaanesh succubi were breaking through their defenses.

Now it seems that the last of Valhalla's fighting power is about to be extinguished, and the gods have already cooperated...

The old political commissar was one of the few warriors who knew the relationship between the demons. He had to admit that those guys finally didn't want to continue playing.

He breathed slightly, now that his two old friends were dead, he was ready.

"For the Emperor, bayonet!"

He shouted one last cry as always, and the chainsaw sword began to spin, but in the end he saw dozens of fighter planes flying across the sky.

Then dozens of bombs began to fall like rain, some of which were particularly large, creating mushroom clouds.

At this moment, the old political commissar could not blame those damn transport planes for bombing the mountains of his second hometown. A smile appeared on his old face because those fighter planes were painted with the Imperial Sky Eagles that he had not seen for a long time.

The demons were almost stunned by the explosion, but soon the old political commissar saw the sky glowing.

He was one of the few knowledgeable people, so he naturally knew what those lights represented, he said hurriedly.

"Don't raise your bayonets, for the Emperor's sake, enter the fortress! Enter the fortress!"

He hurriedly ordered his soldiers to retreat, because he recognized that light. It was the manifestation of the Emperor's will in the void, the rage of those supreme imperial warships.

Anger, yes, anger.

He had no place to vent his passion and anger, and that light made him very happy. He naturally had no regrets in death, but he also wanted the soldiers to survive.

He needs the continuation of the Valhallans.

And he wanted to witness this light as the last scene of his permanent retirement.

He dropped his weapon and sat down in the snow, looking at the ridiculous faces of the frightened demons.

Then he shouted, "For the Emperor!"

Outside the atmosphere, spears of light began to fall. The fierce beams of light were enough to evaporate everything, to turn rocks into crystals, and to ensure that the old man would not leave any trace.

But at this moment, those light spears suddenly stopped, and there were only a few of them. The thunder was loud but the rain was little, which almost made the political commissar angry to death.

Just when he thought the Empire had abandoned them, black airdrop pods began to fall.

He got up in a panic, not even having time to brush the snow off his body, and immediately began to perform the Sky Eagle Salute.

For the Emperor's Angel of Death has arrived!
(End of this chapter)