Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 246: Ryan El'Jonson, Part 2
The sky was already dark, the fallen angel said to his father.

"This is no longer possible. Returning to Terra..."

The Lion King asked. "Why, are all the pilots dead?"

Taylor shook his head and pointed to the sky.

Ryan looked at the huge crack in the starry sky. It was not a natural wonder, but a huge crack torn by the Chaos Warmaster.

Something that blocks all astropathic and navigator abilities.

The Lion King looked at the nightmarish scene and smiled bitterly.

But Taylor said, "It's not impossible. In Guilliman's Indomitable Crusade's strategic outline, there is a strategic location called the Nachmund Corridor."

"It is the rift where the Great Rift opened, and the site of the former Cadia Gate."

"It now allows safe passage through the Imperium's dark side, but it has undoubtedly fallen into the hands of Chaos, held tightly by the Warmaster."

At this moment, the fallen angel said, "How do you know so much about the universe?"

Taylor answered frankly. "I served under Guilliman, and a magical experience brought me here."

"I traveled through the Warp and saw the Grand Master of the Grey Knights. He helped us leave that area, and we were also thrown here by the Webway."

The amount of information was too much for the fallen angel to understand, Ryan said.

"It seems you are a talented person. Besides being a good bard, you should also be a good warrior. Follow me first."

Taylor asked. "But Master Primarch, we are now stranded on a world with almost no voidships."

"Forget about leaving here. Even if we leave, how can we return to the Holy Land of the Empire?"

Ryan said, "It doesn't matter. The people of this world are still being bullied by Chaos. That's all I need to know."

"I've been doing this since the Great Crusade, protecting one Imperial world after another."

"As long as we can ensure the safety of the route, we can approach the Nakhmond Corridor even with a blind jump."

These words shook the fallen angel Zabril. He said, "There's a Red Moon Angel fortress in this world. We must strike back there first."

"That's a very important strategic area, but it's probably controlled by the Hundred Eyes War Gang now."

The Lion King asked. "What is that? There are so many new troubles and words these days that I'm a little dizzy."

The Fallen Angel replied. "The Angels of the Red Moon are a descendant of the Blood Angels, a branch of Guilliman's Codex."

"The Hundred Eyes Warband is a group composed of mutants, Chaos Space Marines, wizards, or demons."

"They gather together, calling themselves the Hundred Eyes, and from time to time they attack the few mortal settlements in this world, releasing the plague-like power of chaos."

Lion said. "Then I need to do just what I did on Caliban: kill the enemy and protect the people."

"Starting from this world, step by step..."

The fallen angel suddenly asked, "Sir, do you want to create a new empire?!"

Ryan is old and was almost suffocated by this sentence. He said angrily.

"What new Empire? I am not Guilliman!"

"I just want to protect people, just like I always wanted to do, and that hasn't changed."

"This empire was forged by me, and the new order will continue because of me."

Taylor said, "Well, the words are true, but with our current weapons and equipment, it's a bit difficult to fight a warband."

"Is it a laser gun or a crossbow? I don't think those guys are afraid."

Ryan said, "I am enough."

Taylor was a bit speechless. After all, he was facing the Primarch, and he was different from Guilliman, who was not good at fighting. The Lion King was a real warrior. If he said it was okay, it was okay.

Now think about it, what exactly is the Hundred Eyes War Gang?
Taylor felt that he could handle the bad group of mutants, cultists, and Chaos Space Marines as long as the Skadi First Redemption Regiment was still in place, let alone the Primarch?

One against thirty thousand, the advantage is on me!

Taylor inexplicably gained a little courage, and at the same time the Primarch also began his own plan.

He first tried all the weapons and equipment available here, but the largest sword made by mortals was just a dagger to him.

Even the grenade launchers used by his descendants were like small toys in his hands, not to mention the mortal-level light explosive bullets used by Taylor and others.

After some trial and error, it was discovered that most weapons would break simply by being wielded by the Primarch.

Of those that could be held back, most were leftovers from the Red Moon Angels, but their size was truly ridiculous.

And in fact, its attack power is not as strong as the Primarch's own fist.

This situation is quite embarrassing. After all, if you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools.

This principle is easy to understand, but the best things in this shabby mortal camp are just a few heavy laser guns and homemade mines.

This reminded Taylor of the days when he was looking for the webway on the ice and snow world, but obviously.

It's even poorer here than it was then.

Even the fallen angel Zabril himself didn't have many magazines full of explosive bullets!

At this moment, Taylor had to use his creative thinking skills. He found the engineers inside the camp and naturally began his own little thinking.

Like an orc master, he used the lowest quality gunpowder and shells to make crude explosive bombs. But after Zabril himself tested it, the effect was surprisingly good?
Thicker and larger heavy-duty bombs and green-skin-style heavy firepower also began to be produced. Although the number was small, they could provide fire support when placed on trucks and carriages.

This style of painting looks like the survivors of the late stage of wasteland survival.

Ryan had always disdained those crude things.

But after Taylor's weapons and equipment and his own command successfully destroyed a fully armed cult fortress and took food and ammunition from it.

Lion had to realize why Guilliman liked this kid.

He is a talented person...

The place where it happens is a little strange.

He found that this young man liked to mess with morale and eat, which was understandable, as there were many such heroes during the Empire's expedition era.

When he discovered that this guy was particularly good at siege and defense, he thought of the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists.

But I only saw the shadow.

But when this guy made a heavy-caliber city-breaking cannon out of scrap metal, Ryan was sure.

This thing works and is easy to use.

He lowered his body, patted Taylor's shoulder, looked at this mortal holding the cans taken from the cultist camp, and asked earnestly.

"Well, why don't you come to the First Legion and stop hanging out with Old 13?"

“There’s no future!”

Taylor replied. "Boss, Guilliman promised me the lands of Macragge, so I'm determined to take him for my own."

Ryan's face froze. His home planet had exploded...

He grabbed Taylor now, tucked him under his arm and said.

"Help me capture a Blood Angels fortress first. I'll definitely get a reward later. It'll be much more than what Guilliman will give me!"

(End of this chapter)