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Chapter 510 Loyalty needs no reward! Loyalty needs no reason!

The Changeling was banished, cursing, back into the waves of the Warp. He should have gone straight back to Tzeentch's realm.

But for some reason, the Crystal Maze closed itself off and was isolated from reality. Moreover, this isolation came from the power of the Lord of Change himself.

This caused the changeling to feel dizzy and it re-condensed into a form in the subspace outside the crystal maze, not far from the lion's mind world.
"I wanted to rest for a while, why did the lion wake up so early?!"

The changeling said with a little tiredness and a little pain:
"And how come Conrad Coates, this madman from Biyang, suddenly appeared?"

Although the mission to stop the lion from resurrecting failed, the changeling was not too worried about Tzeentch's anger.
First of all, Tzeentch himself is obviously focusing on more important things, otherwise he would not have closed his domain and shut himself up in the Crystal Maze.

Secondly, the failure of this mission was expected. From the beginning, the mission of the changeling was to delay the lion's recovery. No one really thought that the changeling could stop the lion.

He is a changeling, a personification of Tzeentch's deceitful and deceitful side, not Tzeentch himself.
What's more, Konrad Curze suddenly appeared this time. Facing two Primarchs at once, the failure of the Changeling was completely acceptable.

The changeling looked at the closed crystal maze, wondering what to do with this time?
To replace Ferrus' skull with that of an orc warboss?
Pretending to be a diplomat of a new civilization, tricking the Tau into engaging in diplomacy with the Tyranids?

Or secretly sprinkle a handful of blight pathogens into Fabius Bile's biological pool?
Oh, I’m so confused. How come there are so many fun things to do in this galaxy?

The changeling felt a little melancholy and a little tangled, and couldn't help but smack his lips————

Hey?
The body of the changeling froze for a moment. He shifted his sight in a daze and saw that a golden fishhook had been hung on the corner of his mouth. The fishhook was connected to a hot silk thread that was as condensed as sunlight, extending all the way to the highest point of the subspace.
The spirit trembled slightly and raised its head to look in the direction where the fishing line was hanging.

A tattered little wooden boat was floating on the water, on which was a hunched, seriously injured old man wearing a worn-out golden crown, fishing.
His blood dyed the sky of the Warp red, and the "fish" he was fishing for was the Changeling himself.

The changeling showed fear on his face. He suddenly remembered that the old man was always in Ryan's mind world, watching the changeling silently, but the changeling actually ignored him.
The old man's blood gradually oxidized and turned black, hovering in the sky, and turned into a dark sun, which began to burn fiercely.

The Changeling saw that the Cursed One was sitting on the golden throne, staring at the Changeling.
"My Lord!!! Save me!!!" the changeling screamed into the crystal maze.
But there was no sound or reaction from the Crystal Maze.

Tzeentch completely closed the Crystal Labyrinth and concentrated his attention on dealing with Nurgle and Slaanesh who were taking advantage of the situation. At the same time, the burning psionic energy of the damned isolated this part of the Warp. At this moment, Tzeentch had no idea what the Changeling had encountered, and even if he had noticed, he could do nothing.

The fishing line suddenly tightened, and the spirit was uncontrollably pulled toward the dark sun in the sky.

His flexible mind worked quickly to find a way to escape, but he racked his brains and couldn't come up with a solution.
"Your Majesty!! Spare me!!!"

The Changeling shouted toward the dark sun in the sky:

"Please, I have sweated for humanity, I have bled for the Empire, I have worked overtime for the Ministry of Internal Affairs!"

"I have carried a million worlds across the five star regions of the empire on my shoulders. I am your loyal subject! You can't kill me!!!"

"I can be loyal too! I can also serve the empire and humanity!"

"I don't want anything, I just want to contribute to humanity!"

"I don't want a reward, loyalty itself is the reward!"

The changeling had drained all his intelligence, but the fishing line was getting tighter and tighter, pulling the changeling directly into the dark sun.
Blood flowed from Mabas' back. The demon prince looked at Zabril behind him in horror and disbelief.
He didn't understand why this fallen angel who was once the uncrowned prince suddenly betrayed him.

Not only Zabriel, some of the Fallen Angels retreated behind other Fallen Angels at some point and suddenly launched an attack on their companions, forming a pincer attack with the Ultramarines and Flesh Tearers.

Those fallen angels who betrayed were all veterans, experienced and used to be the backbone of the fallen angels. "Why?" Mabas asked with a scream.

"why?"

Zabril tilted his head, seemingly confused as to why Mabas would ask such a stupid question:

"We don't know who is the traitor between Ryan and Luther."

"It is unclear why the Fall of Caliban occurred."

"It's unclear what Luther is trying to do secretly now."

"But we know one thing. Before we became the Dark Angels, we were the Emperor's Uncrowned Princes and the Emperor's first Angels of Death."

"Traitor, let me ask you: Does loyalty need a reason?"

"When, when did you get together? Why didn't I notice anything?" Mabas asked wailingly.

"Are you really a member of the Dark Angels? Aren't these secret societies our specialty?"

Zabril said as a matter of course:
"Luther may have noticed it, but I don't think he cares."

Mabas roared and cursed, struggling to resist.

But Zabril showed his martial arts skills which were many times stronger than before. He swung the sword in his hand and easily chopped off Mabas' head.
The demon prince was then banished back into the warp and disappeared into thin air.

"Why do you use the secret gestures of the Blood Angels?" Gabriel Seth, with blood wrapped around his body, stared at Zabriel and asked.

"Your hand gesture?" Zabril couldn't help laughing. "That was designed when we were still called the Uncrowned Princes."

"We are the origin of all the legions. Many of the tactics, secret codes, and organizational methods you use were designed and honed by us at that time, and then passed on to various legions."

"It's just that people later forgot all this, and forgot who paved the smooth road you are on in the first place."

Zabril stared at Seth and said:

"I have lived on an outpost planet of the Crimson Crescent Chapter, and I know you still use these signs."

Seth snorted coldly and did not comment on Zabril's words.

Zabril showed a trace of confusion: "But I am confused. I am confused about how you accepted and cooperated with me so smoothly. I thought you were a stubborn and inflexible person."

Hearing this, Seth's face showed some strangeness. Just as he was about to speak, the light door of the upper cabin suddenly trembled, and a figure that was almost a demon came out of it.

The demon was bathed in blood, his limbs were extremely mutated, the power armor turned into a shell and attached to his body, and his bare arms held a ferocious chain saw axe.
The demon didn't care about the battle in this cabin, and sneaked into the light gate to the next cabin at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
Zabril was stunned.

"We all cooperated with this thing." Seth's tone was a little desperate: "What else can't we cooperate with?"

(End of this chapter)