Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 248 My Great Adventure with Ryan, Part 2
The battle went smoothly, and the distance to the armory became less far.

Secondly, it was hard for Taylor to imagine a Primarch, a giant with such an exaggerated size.

He's so good at stealth...

Now, he easily wiped off the heads of several Chaos Space Marines and stuffed them into the air valve, making the journey a lot easier.

But when they found the armory door, looking at the encrypted metal door, even Ryan couldn't find a way to open it.

Taylor felt the structure above and then answered.

"It's welded shut. It seems the Red Moon Angels don't want those Chaos Cultists to use their equipment. This should be a last-ditch effort."

Ryan said. "They're very loyal."

Taylor replied. "But now it's our problem. Do we have any melta bombs? The ones fixed to the four corners of the metal door should be able to melt it enough to remove it."

"But even so, we still need a hydraulic press. I hope to go to the armory..."

Before Taylor finished speaking, Ryan had already installed the bomb. After melting the iron doors with heat, he dismantled the heavy safe, which was almost three meters high, with his bare hands.

"It doesn't seem necessary..." Taylor answered haltingly.

He thought to himself.

Guilliman, you really can't fight, and your buddy is really exaggerating.

But at this moment, the Lion King said, "Huh, this is a weird feeling, like I'm sweating and feeling weak."

"Be careful, this place might have magic or..."

Before he could finish, a rapid warning sounded because the armory was destroyed. This thing was originally used to warn the imperial angels, but now it has become an obstacle for them.

In the bright red flashing lights, a large number of mutants and cultists, strange creatures with horns and scales, or weird people in long robes quickly gathered.

Of course they noticed Ryan's exaggerated stature, but no one thought that it was the Primarch, as if they only saw an unarmed Ogryn.

Especially when their minds have been almost polluted by the Chaos Gods, you can't expect them to know too many things.

Those guys were armed with machetes and shotguns, and they were a melee defense group, approaching quickly in groups.

Even by Imperial Guard standards, they were quite good.

Although rough, it was obvious that they had received a considerable degree of training.

Taylor thought they would be difficult to deal with and was ready to escape through the ventilation duct.

But the Lion King just rushed forward, swung the black armor on his fists, and those weak mortal bodies were smashed to pieces in an instant.

The scene was more like an armored vehicle moving forward towards the enemy than a battle. Moreover, Ryan was wearing a helmet and looked like a black metal giant.

Moreover, he was incredibly fast, and could even selectively avoid heavy laser cannons or missiles that posed a threat to him amidst hail of bullets and flying flesh and blood.

At this point, almost instantly, there was a lot of rotten flesh on the corridor, and those Chaos villains who understood what they were facing ran away in fear.

Taylor said. "I have to admit I'm redundant."

Zabril answered. "Of course, he is my father."

His words were full of pride and arrogance, as if he had returned to the long and glorious days of the Great Crusade.

But Ryan said, "The feeling is getting stronger and stronger. I am becoming weak and tired."

He paused briefly, taking a breath, and then said, "If I were to fight a brother like Curze again, things probably wouldn't go well..."

"By the way, Koz..."

He asked. "My brothers, the rebellious brothers, where did they go?"

Taylor replied. "It's complicated, but most of them chose to ascend, becoming trapped in the Warp after losing their physical bodies."

"A few were simply lost, but generally speaking, the rebellious Primarchs remained elusive for the next ten thousand years of the Imperium." "Perhaps it was the losses incurred during the Brotherhood's War, or perhaps they simply found the current Imperium boring, or perhaps they were simply bound by the Warp."

Zabril said. "Mortal, don't dwell on those things. They will only mislead our thoughts."

Ryan said, "I think he has a point. There's a destiny between us brothers."

"One loss leads to another. What a irony..."

"Can even the most powerful empire collapse from within?"

He seemed to understand something, mumbling something, and then asked, "Who is the enemy of the empire now?"

"Who is the one who tore apart this star?"

"Who is this Chaos Warmaster you're talking about?"

Zabril replied. "Father, he is Abaddon."

Lion asked incredulously. "Abaddon?"

"Ezekyle Abaddon? Captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus, member of the Council of Four Kings?"

After Zabril and Taylor nodded, the Lion King was silent for a moment in disbelief.

He said, "I don't know how to answer. Never mind. When I find that kid, I'll give him some good tutoring."

Taylor asked now. "No, Boss, who did you think the Chaos Warmaster should be?"

Lion thought for a moment. "Perturabo or Mortarion, but..."

"Abaddon?"

He changed the subject a bit awkwardly. "Well, let's continue enjoying our spoils and take out the things we need. We're short of everything right now."

At this moment, he revealed the natural heart of the lion king. Although he now appears stable and wise after being polished by time, he will always be the proud king in his heart.

He cannot stand being weak and does not like being restrained. Now that he can gain a certain degree of control, he will definitely fight for it.

Meanwhile, it turned out those Blood Angels had left behind quite a few goodies, and Zabril immediately picked up a brand new bolter and stroked the perfect carvings.

Ryan chose the huge storm bolter, even though it was not very easy for him to use.

He then took a two-handed power sword, which was huge for a Space Marine, as his weapon.

Taylor, on the other hand, set his sights on a large number of high-concentration energy batteries and explosive ammunition.

The weaponry of the Space Marines is too difficult for mortals to use.

But if he could find someone who needed a custom armored vehicle, those people might install the Space Marines' weapons as main guns, which wouldn't be worthless.

But the real hard currency is definitely ammunition.

Especially those high-concentration promethium batteries, which can also be used as temporary energy sources and are very valuable no matter where they are.

Ryan looked at Taylor's selection, then squatted down and said, "You're smart not to be blinded by those flashy weapons."

"But there's also the risk of projectiles; they can get hit and explode."

"Get behind me, kid."

"I'm safer than any wall, and now we have to get what we got out."

He raised his head, looked at the Chaos Space Marine group that was beginning to assemble in the distance, and gently pulled the mortal behind him.

He held the sword in one hand, showing no fear. Now it seemed that the Lion Lord had fully returned...

(End of this chapter)