Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 482 The Four Gods Want to Overturn the Table

Taylor was a little annoyed. The lackeys of the Four Gods turned Valhalla into hell. They tirelessly tortured their fellow brothers, especially when he saw how the Valhallan people resisted those demons.

Fortunately, he stopped his bombing in time, otherwise those Valhallans would probably have turned into dust. He regretted his passion and anger.

He just fell into a trap. God knows how many times he will fall into it in his life. If his command leads to the extinction of the Valhallan people, he will suffer even more.

From this point on, he seemed to feel sorry for the men in the snow-white fur uniforms, and of course the girls as well. To be honest, each of the female soldiers was quite beautiful.

God knows if they are like the Russians, who will turn into a bloated humanoid Groxmon once they reach the age of 30?

This is wonderful...

Taylor looked at those graceful female soldiers, who were both resolute and courageous, but he had no interest in any of them.

He called the Valhalla people to start preparing a report on material reserves, and at the same time spoke to the old political commissar.

"These days are really getting harder and harder. Obviously, we have more and more things to deal with."

"Whether it's Chaos or the increasingly cold weather, Valhalla is about to enter winter."

"The Emperor is above."

"The winter here is enough to kill people, and those demons can kill people too."

Taylor complained several times, saying, "Fortunately, I was well prepared."

After that, a large amount of supplies began to be transported down, as a way to make up for the debt owed to the Valhallan people, and also as Taylor needed to prepare to launch a war plan here.

Countless bullets and artillery fire, as well as a host of food and resources to match, whether it's meat or fresh vegetables, much of which comes from pastures and agricultural equipment in the void orbit.

Frankly speaking, for the people of Valhalla, this is almost like sweet dew entering their throats, quenching their thirst instantly.

The locals immediately began to cook borscht, a delicious soup made with the bones of the glockos, beets, plenty of seasonal vegetables and sour cream.

A bowl of sweet, sour and fragrant soup can warm your whole body. Paired with cold black bread, it can make the men of Valhalla work tirelessly for another day.

Taylor also had a small taste of the Valhallan delicacies: a fried cod, a red vegetable soup (borscht), a dry large bread, and a large spoonful of sour cream.

Although I don’t know why the people of Valhalla also have this damn Russian style, the food is indeed warm.

In the underground fortress where the Valhallans relied on, amidst the intermittent heating supply and the stench of the machinery, Taylor tasted the unique food with a little discomfort.

The food was delicious, and there was no doubt that they used the best to entertain the loyalists from the Empire.

The will and appearance of those soldiers in plush coats on Valhalla always move people. They selflessly fight against the devil until today.

Most of them had never heard of Tyler's name, for while he had fought and flourished alongside Guilliman, Valhalla was still struggling in the aftermath of the Plague War.

But after Taylor delivered food and supplies, those people believed them unconditionally almost immediately.

He soon gained authority almost comparable to that of the first chain of command. Of course, this was not because he had eaten the stomachs of the Valhallans, but because these guys had not seen hope for too long.

To be precise, the only thing scarier than death is despair. Even if an alien came to their homeland with the greenskins they hated the most, saying that they must serve them, as long as he could fight against the demons, the Valhallans would not care.

They can offer their souls to another demon to bring about the destruction of their enemies.

That burning anger was enough to become a hammer, smashing the demons into pieces.

However, Taylor was not facing a complete legion. The Valhallans were now like broken cookies that were put together again.

The demons have never stopped assassinating the leadership of Valhalla. The mysterious power of the Warp will kill any commander who dares to lead this legion.

At this point, Taylor began to infuse his power into some of the decorations and then distributed them to the high-ranking Valhallan people.

Those powers can suppress the magic of the warp, and at the same time give their ordinary soldiers enough strength to fight against the demons.

Frankly speaking, this is no longer a method used by ordinary people, because the power bestowed upon him by Mao has actually surpassed that of an ordinary living saint.

Because the blazing waagh position has never stopped strengthening him. To be precise, those greenskins are worshipping him all the time...

After he obtained the gem that sealed the Demon Prince, his power has actually been expanding. The power of those demons is helping him learn and control the light given to him by the Emperor.

Although he didn't know what was good and evil, right and wrong, he finally had a clue, instead of waving his strength like a barbarian and killing people indiscriminately.

Although it is also effective against demons, waste is inevitable, or it was only after Taylor defeated the Demon Prince that he realized how terrifying his power was.

Such power of faith would be a waste if it could not be used, and the medium he chose was simply the badge on the officer's body.

Those things are strong enough and have people admiring them, and can serve as good signal receivers.

Just like the ability of a living saint, or as Celestine said, his power really just needs to be channeled.

Now Taylor probably only has a few crude means at his disposal, which are enough to turn the tide of the war. He is regarded as a gift from the Emperor and the incarnation of the Emperor walking on earth.

However, he was not interested in studying those things in depth. He was not a wizard or a priest, but an Imperial Guard.

Taylor naturally took the tactical maps from the Valhallan people and began to observe the current battle situation.

But he soon discovered that the mountains here seemed unbreakable, but in fact they were full of narrow and tiny cracks.

Those harsh environments are not something that human soldiers can overcome, so people subconsciously regard them as natural barriers, but the demons are not afraid of the cold and will not retreat.

He couldn't help but shout. "By the Emperor! This isn't humanity's last fortress, it's humanity's last cage!"

“We are all canaries!”

Grand Master Azrael also noticed something was amiss early on. He said sternly, "Prepare and mobilize your soldiers. The next battle will be a basic meat-crushing battle!"

Taylor said, "No, those guys won't allow a meat grinder."

"If my guess is correct, the demon and his army are already at the gates of our city, waiting to devour us completely..."

(End of this chapter)