Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 495: Dark Angel's Search for His Father

It was not easy for Taylor to manage a large group of greenskins, so he prepared temporary political commissars for those guys.

Although it was just an experiment, Taylor wanted to know how much the greenskins could tolerate the pressure of being managed.

But what’s interesting is that the greenskins not only have no resistance to this matter, but are even a little happy that the humans can manage them so attentively.

The political commissars from Zhongsi College are the nemesis of the greenskins. Their strict management style really gives the greenskins a headache.

But once the boys realized they could get more badges by listening to those idiots, things stopped being so bad.

The second thing is about Commissar Yarrick, the old one-eyed man whose great achievements have always been one of the greatest in the eyes of the greenskins who worship the Bonebreaker.

Now it seems that Taylor's choice was indeed a good one, especially when he left Macragge with such a large alien army, order here became the most important thing.

Taylor's plan solved the problem in the fastest time possible. Although there was some luck involved, the essence of it was the result of his years of hard work.

Even the Dark Angels Grand Master Azrael, who usually remained silent, had to agree with Taylor's wisdom now.

That's right, for the Dark Angels, their journey is not over yet...

Now, after sorting out those damn green guys, Taylor's abnormal and huge fleet has become even more bloated.

Primarch Guilliman also began to release the troops as scheduled to enter the only channel connecting the Holy Land of the Empire and the Dark Side of the Empire.

That is the Nakmund Corridor.

This is a place Taylor is familiar with. After all, he was one of the core forces in retaking Vigilance Star.

Now he has joined forces with the Ultramarines, and the Ultramarines Legion led by Calgar is fighting fiercely with the Chaos army.

Here Chaos had already retreated, but the Gods required them to be the first line of defense against Guilliman.

Therefore, a large number of demons and Chaos Space Marines formed a defensive line here, based on the first Chaos-controlled area on the dark side of the Empire, and the first battle of the Nachmond Corridor began.

Now, those blue warships bear the symbol of Macragge, and they fire at those evil people again and again day and night.

A large amount of heat and mass were dissipated into the void, and warships were turned into scrap metal and wreckage all the time.

At the same time, the Chaos countermeasures are also simple, that is, fast Chaos cruisers and destroyers, patrol forces composed of frigates, and many heavy, complex defense structures composed of satellites.

Those things were Chaos' most important defense structures, ugly and grotesque shrines that praised the greatness of the gods while keeping the Empire's armies out.

The countless exaggerated firepower among them was even enough to delay the pace of the Ultramarines. The Chaos Space Marines, those vicious traitors also formed the first human defense to delay the pace of Guilliman.

It was obvious that Guilliman did not like those heavy defensive works. To be precise, from the moment Taylor stepped into the Glory of Macragge again, Guilliman's face became hard and solemn as iron.

If I didn't know, I would have thought that old Tychus had possessed him.

When the Dark Angels Grand Masters Azrael and Taylor stepped into the place, Guilliman's expression changed slightly.

"I hope you can give me good news. At least it can't be as bad as it is now."

Taylor said uncertainly. "I've assembled about 30 greenskin warships and two massive battlemoons, instructed them to obey Imperial officers, and assigned them to specific units." "Those savage, ugly beasts aren't useless. They can handle most of the worst battles, and they enjoy it."

"Primarch, I know many are uneasy about this, but we must use these heretical and evil powers."

Guilliman didn't deny it this time. He asked, "I need a way to suppress those things. I can't let so many time bombs into the Imperial army."

Taylor said. "We can give the greenskins commissars, and they'll be happy to take them."

Guilliman couldn't help but sigh. "It's truly hopeless. To think such a thing could happen to an Imperial..."

"If those green aliens can really be used by us, then those ugly things will have value."

"I will work with the Military Affairs Department and Zhongsi Academy. At least those greenskins will soon be under someone's control."

Guilliman sighed. "Thank you for the good news, even if it doesn't solve my immediate problem."

"The Chaos has sealed off the entire sector. The Nachmond Corridor is now impassable. We can only rely on the Vigilance Stars to hold on."

"In theory, we could get enough support soon, but those guys activated the warp rift to prevent the Imperial forces from approaching."

"To be precise, you are the only army that arrived in time."

"As for how much the greenskins' power contributed to this, I have sent people to try to find out."

"Now it seems that your greenskin legion is likely to become a talisman for the Imperial Army in the next expedition."

Guilliman rarely smiled, but even though those green machines could be considered a help, it would still take them a long time to break through the fangs of Chaos.

But what Guilliman lacks most now is time.

Guilliman had no time to wait, so naturally he would not be happy.

What he needed now was a force that could quickly break through the enemy, and that was obviously not something that would suddenly appear.

Guilliman spoke quickly now. "Prepare for the next breakthrough and completely eliminate the Chaos threat. We cannot leave them behind and become an obstacle to this expedition."

"Those fallen Space Marines are a disgrace to the Imperium and a badge of betrayal to my brothers..."

Having said this, Guilliman seemed to recall his past experiences, and the pain made him hesitate slightly.

He couldn't help but ask, "My father, am I really wrong?"

Guilliman fell into doubt, but at this moment those strange things like thorns or vicious curses, those fangs from Chaos began to suddenly attack.

Like a powerful sword, pressing against the heart of chaos, black warships appeared in the void, bringing the first turning point in the tense war.

The symbols on those warships were so familiar, they were the runes of the Primarch Lion, and Guilliman couldn't help but sigh and say, "Brother!"

This also caused the Dark Angels Grand Master Azrael to quickly stand up and say, "The Dark Angels must fight together with their Primarch!"

(End of this chapter)