Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 244 Return of the Lion
Taylor and the dark angel understood the general cause and effect.

First of all, this world is called Kamas. It is a former feudal world, which is also the source of soldiers for the Knights Legion.

But this was different from the knight territories Taylor had seen, which were filled with the Mechanicus or feudal families. This was a place similar to a barracks.

The mortal technology here is still stuck in the Renaissance era, but the level of the defense force is considered excellent in the empire.

At the same time, some Space Marines are also stationed here, treating it as a reliable fortress world.

But after the great rift appeared, the world was torn into pieces.

People called it the End of the World, and Taylor had to praise their simplicity and reliability in naming.

In Taylor's experience, such names always reveal the character of the local people.

The barbaric civilization and brick-and-tile architectural style here do indeed come from the fact that they have been threatened by chaos for a long time.

This place may not be a good place, but it is not bad either, until the power of chaos begins to infect the flowers, plants and trees, and more and more beasts are contaminated and mutated by chaos.

The mortals here were already exhausted by the natural environment, but some time ago, chaos invaded here.

Fortunately, the arrival of Mr. Zabril, the dark angel who saved Taylor, prevented all the living people here from being wiped out.

He gathered most of his strength to resist the chaos pollution, but of course it was only enough to save his life.

Now, as Taylor followed him to the camp he had planned.

They drove the Frenstein and saw the moat and wooden bridge used by ancient people.

Taylor even wondered if Ferenstein would destroy the bridge...

After all, it's just a few rough logs.

Fortunately, Frenstein doesn't have the weight it should have for its exaggerated defensive power.

The thrilling bridge crossing finally ended safely when the suspension bridge made a creaking sound and the chains kept shaking.

Taylor felt as if he were in another world as he watched the mortal soldiers in linen clothes but bulletproof armor marveling at his vehicles.

He had dressed like this a few years before, when he was still at Mawson Ryde, but things were different now.

He looked at the intricate siege ballistae intermingled with the rough stone and brick walls, the interiors of which were filled with sandbags and barbed wire.

The soldiers here also expressed their vigilance to Taylor, but they quickly relaxed their guard because of the Dark Angel's assurance.

At the same time, the Dark Angel warrior said, "Although they may not be professional, their will is not weak."

Taylor replied. "I'm more curious why an angel would mingle with the locals."

"Also, I remember that the stationed chapter in this world is not the Dark Angels, but the Red Moon Angels, who have a better relationship with the Mechanicus."

"They are a successor group of the Blood Angels..."

Taylor said with a headache. "Forget it, I don't want to talk about this."

Actually, the information on his tactical tablet was thanks to the collaboration that nearly cost him his life.

Cooperation with the Blood Angels to counter Angron's cooperation.

This also allowed him to walk through the warp, a feat comparable to climbing Mount Everest unprotected.

Taylor was even more angry about this, although he was indeed grateful that they had left him valuable information, which allowed him to figure out the situation here as quickly as possible.

But Taylor was supposed to be transporting supplies behind the front lines and cleaning up the Chaos minions that were crippled by the main force.

Instead of waiting to die in the dark side of the Empire, fearing that he would be eaten by strange warp beasts!
Taylor said boredly. "I can pay or trade resources to get me something to eat."

The Dark Angel said, "I've seen you fight. If a bowl of hot soup is enough to earn the support of warriors like you, then I think your pledge of service here is enough."

Taylor said, "I'll help you, as best I can, but there are so many mysteries surrounding you." "For example, why are the Dark Angels here? And you're quite familiar with the locals, with a trust that clearly doesn't come in a year or two."

"Who knows? By the Emperor, at least you're not a Chaos traitor. In this day and age, everyone has a little secret, right?"

Taylor was actually hinting that he knew part of the history of the Dark Angels, and the gentle and elegant old man in front of him was obviously not a member of the terrifying inner circle.

The old Space Marine smiled and asked the soldiers to bring a few bowls of hot mushroom soup and bread. The agricultural system of this world was almost paralyzed, but there was no shortage of dry bread and game.

Now Taylor was looking at the small camp and making an assessment. There were old people and children there. It was more like a shelter than a war fortress.

This guy isn't a bad person, so don't worry about whether it's a secret or not...

He was drinking mushroom soup when he heard the sound of the suspension bridge being lowered again.

At this moment, a four-meter-tall giant was carrying a huge beast that looked like a mutated wild boar. He was not wearing a helmet and had black armor on his body.

His hair was gray, as was his beard, and he was obviously an old man.

His face is handsome and rugged, yet also resolute and tough, unlike any mortal, even stronger than a Space Marine.

He looked like the legendary Hercules or Atlas, and Taylor felt at first that he was quite similar to Guilliman.

The soldiers leading the way came hurriedly, followed closely by the giant, but the dark angel who had been gentle and elegant along the way immediately picked up his weapon and started shooting.

The bomb was fired, and something unexpected happened. The giant just let go of his prey, stepped forward with his bare hands, and with a beautiful grab, he bypassed the muzzle and blade and pinned down the Space Marine.

Such an action is not something that ordinary people can do. With that physique and skills, Taylor has almost confirmed who he is.

At this moment, the dark angel whimpered in pain, which awakened the lion's thoughts.

His angry, booming voice was completely at odds with his pale hair or beard.

"Traitor!" he shouted.

The dark angel cursed. "You are the traitor! You betrayed the Empire, betrayed your brothers, betrayed Caliban, and now you appear before me with such brazenness!?"

The old man cursed. "Lies!"

The Dark Angel said angrily. "Lies?! That's not a lie. You can show up, but you've been there for ten thousand years!?"

"You watched the Empire wither and the Dark Angels strife, and you didn't show up?"

The old man seemed surprised by the huge amount of information. He let go of the soldier in front of him, then looked at the soldier and said the badge.

"Third Company, Second Destroyer Squadron, Dreadwing Deacon, Zabril!"

"Take off your helmet and tell me what's going on!"

The dark angel took off his helmet, revealing an old and wrinkled face, and said.

"I was cast here by the Warp after the day of Caliban's destruction."

"I spent forty years here in hiding, until the Great Rift opened and the world was destroyed..."

"If your experience is the same as mine, then you must also have come from ten thousand years ago!"

He explained why the Lion King, the Primarch of the First Legion, was here. At the same time, the old Primarch looked at his offspring in front of him for a long time without saying a word, as if he was analyzing the huge amount of information.

Meanwhile, Taylor looked at his empty wooden bowl, put down his spoon, and said in amazement.

"What a great show..."

Then he said to the logistics soldier, "Another bowl, I'm not full yet."

(End of this chapter)