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Chapter 509 Ryan! Dad is here! Dad is here!

Until Lion El'Jonson emerged from the woods, the Changeling felt that he had taken a good job.

With the return of Roboute Guilliman, the Mutant Spirits who had been stuffed into Terra's political system by Tzeentch for who knows how many years were finally freed. After handing over their work, they were exiled back to the Warp.

The Changeling is a manifestation of part of the power of Tzeentch's domain, the embodiment of fraud and deception, and the embodiment of Tzeentch's instinct to meddle in other people's affairs. He can change and imitate other things at will. No one except Tzeentch can easily see through his disguise, even other dark gods are often deceived by him.

He once cut off the silver hair of the Dark Prince himself, and then used the hair to make a net bag to steal a Nurgling from Nurgle's garden, and then hid the Nurgling on the throne of the Blood God. The moment when the Blood God sat down was unforgettable for the Changeling.
The other three gods wanted to tear out the spirit's tendons and skin it, and completely destroy it, but with the blessing of the Lord of All Changes, the spirit always managed to escape.

The Changeling loves disharmony and chaos, hates and fears boredom, but he is more afraid of Tzeentch, because Tzeentch knows his true identity and uses it to control him.
So he had to endure the pain and be stuffed into the damn Terra government system by Tzeentch, working overtime for the Empire for hundreds of years.
Now the changeling no longer had the energy to work. He just wanted to have a peaceful and quiet rest for a few days to heal the wounds left by Terra's political affairs.
So when Tzeentch asked the Changeling to sneak into the Lion's mind world and deceive the Lion's mind, the Changeling was very happy.

Because according to the trajectory of fate, it will take some time for the lion to truly wake up, and during this time, the changeling only needs to play badly, fish, and sneak out to have some fun whenever he wants.

But this didn't last long. The lion suddenly woke up and came out of the forest. He was only one step away from emerging.
At that time, the Changeling was pretending to be a Slaanesh Daemon to deceive a rebellious planetary governor into exchanging his daughter's soul for a "powerful artifact" to resist the Blood Angels who were besieging his palace. Oh, that so-called "powerful artifact" was actually a player that would play the video of Horus' speech in the eyes of all the Blood Angels on the entire planet.

After noticing that the lion had awakened, the changeling had to rush back without even seeing the governor being torn to pieces by the angry Blood Angels, and began to stop the lion according to the previously written script.

"You are definitely not Ruth!"

"Ruth had a lot of fun when he beat me, he would laugh!"

Ryan waved his fist in anger, punching the fake Ruth in the face again and again.
The changeling complained bitterly. He had no idea that Russ would laugh when he beat Ryan. Ryan seemed to care about this.

Aren't these two enemies? Why does Ryan sound like he has a good relationship with Ruth?
In Lion's opinion, he and Russ did have huge differences, but these differences were not unsolvable. In his heart, Russ was a reliable brother, second only to Sanguinius and far better than Guilliman.

Ruth in front of Ryan suddenly flashed, and a sharp claw blocked Ryan's fist.

The pearly white power armor shone brightly in front of Ryan. The face under the bald head disgusted Ryan, especially the smile on his lips, which revealed a friendliness that Ryan did not have.

It was with this affinity that he bewitched his father and many of his brothers.

"Why do you need to go back, Ryan?"

Horus asked:

"We all know who the true Firstborn and Warmaster is."

"The Emperor never placed you in a position to enjoy honor."

"I have no intention of fighting for power, but facts have proved that I am more suitable for that position than you." Ryan looked down on him, dodged Horus's claws, and punched Horus in the face.

The hypocritical phantom changed again, and the twisted, dull head full of steel cables appeared in front of Ryan.

"You don't desire the position of Warmaster?" Perturabo asked coldly. "Then why did you give me the two Admirals? Do you know how many loyalists I killed with the Admirals on Istvaan V? Do you know who gave me the weapons that destroyed the walls of Terra?"

At the beginning of the rebellion, the Lion failed to see the truth and mistakenly believed that Perturabo was still loyal, so he gave the two general guns to Perturabo.
"I never cared for you, Perturabo," the Lion sneered. "I am glad it was you who rebelled, not Dorne."

Ryan kicked Perturabo in the chest, grabbed the steel cable on Perturabo's head with one hand, and pulled it out.

"Then where were you?" Perturabo turned into Dorn, staring at Lion El'Jonson with a stone-like face: "Where were you when the Emperor needed you?"

"Where were you during the Siege of Terra? Where were you when the Emperor died?"

Dorn's words slowed Ryan's movements for a brief moment, and then his fist smashed into the lion's face.

The Lion was indeed shaken. He questioned himself. If he had not destroyed the traitors' home planet and attracted the traitors' firepower to Sanguinius and the Blood Angels, but had gone with them, marching forward and fighting back to Terra, could he have saved the Empire?
Can the lives of the Emperor and Sanguinius be saved?

Just as Ryan hesitated, a more powerful fist suddenly hit him in the face.
He saw a muscular scarlet arm. Magnus was shirtless, revealing his well-trained muscles, looking down at Ryan from top to bottom.

Ryan laughed in anger: "What a poor disguise! Magnus's fist is not that powerful."

The spirit that transformed into Magnus hesitated for a moment. He wanted to explain that Magnus was like this now, but Ryan's fist was already in front of him.

The changeling fled in a hurry. If he really fought him, he would not be able to beat Ryan.
Ryan watched Magnus flee into the shadows of the woods, and quickly caught up with his hunting instinct.
Then just then, a big blue foot stretched out from behind the giant tree, tripping Ryan and causing his face to collide with the sticky ground.

"Guilliman." The Lion didn't need to look up to know who had tripped him.

Guilliman stood beside him and gently pulled the power armor at the collar, revealing the wound underneath.
“You once said why it was Sanguinius who died and not me, and it finally got your way,” he said sadly.

"Oh." Ryan tried his best to act nonchalant.

"What about me?" In the blink of an eye, Guilliman's face turned into that soft, worried and beautiful face. He lowered his eyes and looked at Lion: "Don't you care about my death?"

Looking at Sanguinius's face, anger surged in Ryan's heart. He stood up almost instantly and chased after him.

The changeling fled quickly into the shadows of the dense forest,

That's it, that's it,
It is a delight to see how foolish the lion is,
The changeling chuckled strangely,

He had been trapped in damn Terra for so many years, dealing with so many boring government affairs, that he almost lost the ability to have fun.

Provoking the lion brought back the fun, especially since the lion and the Dark Watchers were so close.

The Dark Watcher is the enemy.
The changeling twisted his body and became hazy,
Let him see what the next one will be?

Who is the Primarch who left the greatest psychological trauma on Ryan?

In the shadows of the woods, the changeling chuckled:

"Oh! It's Conrad Curz."

"Are you looking for me?" A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind the spirit.

The changeling trembled all over and turned his head slowly with fear, only to see a pale face with pure black eyes and no eyelids buried under wet black hair.

Stab it! ! !

The lightning claw pierced the changeling's chest, and he screamed and suddenly disappeared into the shadows. The lion followed his hunting instinct and passed through the shadows, and saw the figure waiting for him in the forest.
Seeing the pale ghost, Ryan's body moved first, and then his old face revealed contempt and disgust: "Monster Koz."

The damn thing turned out to be Conrad Kurtz.

"At least I know who in my legion should die." said Midnight Haunter in a cold voice.

"All of them, all of them deserve to die." Ryan responded through gritted teeth.

"I totally agree." Curze smiled: "Brother, why do you call me a monster? Because I brought fear to those planets?"

"Those planets surrendered in my name. There was no resistance, no war, and countless people survived because of it. Isn't this justice?"

"And you? You burned everything and annihilated the earth, but you are a hero, and I am a monster? Just because I let more people survive?"

"I'm not a hero." The lion's eyes were cold: "I just followed the expectations of our father. I followed his instructions and moved forward courageously, because I knew he could save mankind, unify the galaxy, and protect the weak. Whatever I did was necessary."

"You don't understand anything, Ryan." Coz raised his head coldly, and his dark eyes that could see the future overlapped with Ryan's eyes.

Ten thousand years, the Codex Astartes, the disappearance and death of loyal brothers, the State Religion, the High Lords, the God-Emperor, Abaddon the Despoiler, the Tyranids.
Everything flooded into Ryan's eyes in the blink of an eye. What a sad world it was, ignorant, corrupt, the weak were oppressed, the strong were abused, the emperor was revered as a god, his children killed his children.
"Lies." Lion gnashed his teeth and said, but deep down he knew that what Curze showed him was the truth. In his heart, Lion cursed Guilliman a hundred times. Why did this idiot go to kill Fulgrim himself? ! Doesn't he understand his value and that he should survive? !
"This is a fact, and it has already happened." Coates said in a cold tone: "You don't understand."

"You don't understand, Conrad." The lion gritted his teeth and said, "You never understand why our father shaped us."

"We are strong and incomparable, while mortals are weak and short-sighted. We need to lend our strength to mortals and use our strength to pave the way for mortals until mortals grow up and no longer need us."

"We have responsibilities, Conrad. We exist not because the future is bright, but because the future is full of darkness. We cannot be slaves to fate and the future. We are the pioneers of the future."

"My father has not failed, and humanity has not failed. I am still alive, and I will continue to protect mortals until they no longer need me and I will never fall."

The lion roared and charged towards Kang Lakang Koze.

Koz didn't dodge, but just sneered: "I hope you can do as you said, lion."

"You don't understand what a terrible task I'm in now."

Then the shadows dissipated, Conrad Curze disappeared, and only the bright light was glaring, the leaves of the forest swayed, and the sky was exposed to the lion's eyes.
The lion saw a sun, a dark, cold sun.

"Number one."

"Lord of the Dark Angels."

"Ouroboros."

"Second Imperial Protector."

"Guilliman's little group."

"The King of the Forest."

"A sharp blade."

"Selfish."

"Jealous."

"vicious."

"secret."

"respectable."

"brave."

"Dutiful."

"Not the Warmaster."

Thousands of voices rang in Ryan's ears. Ryan felt dizzy and his head felt like it was being torn apart.
But he recognized this feeling, the feeling of a pair of withered hands touching his mind,

It was the Emperor, his father touching him,

Ryan instinctively reached out his hands, but his hands touched something.
In his right hand he grasped a power sword.

The sword was gorgeous, crackling and emitting light. The guard was engraved with the symbol of the First Legion, and the size fit Ryan's palm perfectly.

The name of the sword is "Loyalty". Ryan knew the name of the sword the moment he held it.

In his left hand he held a kite shield, which burned like a flame, and on it was an eagle with a laurel wreath.
Lion felt the power that protected the entire Terra Palace in the past. This was the Emperor's Shield. The Emperor's burning psychic energy was engraved in it, which was no less powerful than the Emperor's Sword that Guilliman had obtained in the past.
The lion suddenly raised his head and looked at the dark sun in the sky. The sun burned his eyes so much that tears flowed down his cheeks.
In the dark sun, the lion vaguely saw that figure, that golden figure.
But He was already dying, sitting on the throne, transformed into a decayed corpse.
Lion El Jonson wailed sadly, and a white light flashed before his eyes. He was getting farther and farther away from the sun, as if it was falling.
"Father!!!"

Ryan shouted out instinctively.

"Ryan! I'm here! Dad is here! Dad is here!"

"My Ryan! My lion! You finally woke up!"

Luther burst into tears and rushed towards Lion El'Jonson uncontrollably.

Ryan opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing he saw was Luther's twisted and crazy face, and the four indescribable things entangled behind Luther.

"Guilliman's stinking shit!" Lion roared and instinctively raised his left hand.

Bang! ! !
The Emperor's Shield slammed into Luther's face with a crisp sound.

(This chapter of 4,000 words is a bit of a headache, the next one will be a little later)
(End of this chapter)