Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 496 Fallen Angels and Dark Angels

It was the first time in Taylor's life that he saw Azrael, the cold and serious Grand Master of the Dark Angels, so excited.

He stood up quickly and left here in a hurry, and of course the Imperial Regent, Primarch Guilliman and his personal guard, Captain Sicarius also left.

After all, fighting alongside the Primarch is a Space Marine's lifelong dream.

Whether or not they were colourful and varied due to the Codex Astartes, their style and customs or culture were no longer the same as those of their parent group.

But those factions ultimately share a single Primarch, no matter how they alter their culture and customs, appearance and tactical style.

The desire to fight alongside his Primarch would not change.

Moreover, the Dark Angels have maintained their traditions and antiquity since ancient times, and their bloodline is almost the purest...

And Azrael has been looking forward to this day for too long. No matter whether Lion is here or not, no matter whether he is on the battlefield or not, they will choose to devote themselves to this without hesitation...

Taylor had to admit that he didn't quite understand those things, but he could only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

Of course, if he were to ask himself honestly, he would not agree with this matter, but old Azriel could be considered his comrade-in-arms, and Taylor naturally could not let his friend fight to the death while he hid behind.

But before Taylor could deploy his soldiers, the Space Marines, relying on their elite individual strength and their rapid deployment speed, began to launch a deep attack.

After all, the Space Marines are few in number and are in a strategic state at all times.

Their style and habits of warfare are designed for rapid assaults, which even elite mortal troops like Taylor cannot match.

Taylor felt a little depressed as he looked at the Dark Angel battleships that were approaching the war zone.

He thought he should find a way to cheer himself up, so he asked someone to serve him coffee and Caffee cookies.

It was a soft biscuit, a rare good thing within the Imperial Guard, especially as a snack.

Although the empire they wanted to build was not very stingy when it came to food, they never took it seriously and always felt that as long as the food was edible, it was fine.

Taylor almost sneered at the casual character that was almost engraved in the bones of the Empire's logistics department.

After all, why not learn from the British? Taylor believes that the consequences of being so casual about eating are quite cruel, and it is obviously not a rational thing to do.

After all, letting soldiers starve was Taylor's minefield, and for him, the few things that could be considered human food in the Empire were the discontinued Appa cans and the soft cookies in his hand.

What’s interesting is that those soft cookies that are almost a lifeline to soldiers are now gradually being discontinued due to cost and transportation difficulties.

For many soldiers struggling on the front lines, the discontinuation of soft cookies was an almost unacceptable tragic fate. Fortunately, Taylor's individual rations were becoming the empire's last bottom line and mercy.

Obviously, that thing was nectar to most of the poor hungry soldiers, and Taylor could also enjoy this sweet and delicious afternoon tea with peace of mind.

The delicious soft biscuits were one of the few gifts the emperor gave to the soldiers.

Now it seems that he is enjoying his last grace, sipping a large amount of rich Rekha coffee, how touching.

When Taylor finished eating, everything was almost ready. He was ready to dispatch soldiers to break out, but at this moment he received news.

The war is over, the Space Marines have taken care of it.

The Ultramarines, the Dark Angels, a rapid strike by two founding legions.

This is actually a matter of course. After all, the empire's elite combat forces are all here. Those Chaos must have violated the laws of heaven in their lifetime to be treated like this.

Regardless of the two Primarchs, the 13th Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, the Regent of the Empire, led the team personally.

Or the Lord of the Lions, Llane El'Jonson.

They were also accompanied by many of the Emperor's elite soldiers, the Imperial Guards.

At the same time, the Dark Angels' Chief Master Azrael, the Ultramarines' First Captain Calgar, the Ultramarines' Second Captain, and the Primarch's Guard Captain Sicarius.

And the fallen angel Zabril.

Many heroes came here, and the war almost became a complete victory in an instant.

Especially when there were enough warships to carry those guys to boarding, Taylor should have realized how unnecessary his worries were.

Those Chaos demons and traitors are not enough for them to eat.

When Taylor once again set foot on the Sentinel Star, which had been transformed into a fortress, he saw that this devastated place had become indestructible.

With a large number of fortresses and bunkers, a grand starport and countless ships coming and going, the Vigilance Star has now become a beautiful fortress world.

Supporting the empire in this crazy and hasty expedition.

When Taylor set foot here again, people were welcoming the hero of Vigilant Star and looking forward to the return of this warrior.

The situation was originally pretty good, especially at the starport, where the meeting between Guilliman and Lion was of utmost importance.

This was the first face-to-face meeting between the two Primarchs, and it also represented the cooperation between the Dark Side of the Empire and the Holy Frontier of the Empire.

This is an opportunity and a chance, and the most important thing.

This would bring one of the few hopes to the entire empire and was also a declaration to ignite the entire expedition. Even Taylor had to admit that this matter was important.

But when he was ready to meet his Primarch, he saw the hurried Dark Angels Grand Master, Azrael.

The warrior now stood before the Lion and Guilliman, sword in hand and fully armed.

He raised his weapon at Zabril and spoke.

"Traitor, now that I've dealt with those damn things, I'm going to deal with you."

"Fallen angels should not remain here."

The armored Angel of Absolution, Zabril, replied helplessly, "I have never considered falling."

"And I didn't let myself betray."

"I am only following orders. I have nothing to do with Chaos. Now I obey my Primarch and my father."

"I'm a knight of the Taliban, and you're just a little brat in some over-the-top armor."

This statement completely enraged Azrael, and the Grand Master was ready to chop off his brother's head.

Taylor took out a few uneaten soft cookies and said to Ryan and Guilliman.

"It's been hard for the Primarch too. It's so hard when your own children don't understand you."

"How about some soft cookies? I also have coffee and tea available."

"And it's been a long time since I last saw you, old man."

"What's going on with the dark side?"

Ryan rubbed his gray hair and said.

"I told you I didn't want to see the Dark Angel, right?"

(End of this chapter)